He broke off short, and with good reason. Directly ahead was another turn of the road. Here more Chunchuses had put in an appearance. The young Americans were hemmed in, and escape was entirely cut off.
CHAPTER XXX
CAPTURED BY THE CHUNCHUSES
“What shall we do now, Gilbert?”
“I don’t know that we can do anything,” responded the young captain dismally. “We are caught, that is all there is to it.”
“Shall we show fight?”
“What is the use—they are fifteen or eighteen to two.”
“And as villainous a looking crowd as I ever beheld. We are in a pickle truly.”
“We may as well put on a bold front. When they find we haven’t anything of value with us, they may let us go.”
It was a forlorn hope, are they had no time to give it further consideration. They brought their horses down to a walk and the tired steeds were glad of the change in gait. The bandits ahead had halted to learn the condition of affairs. Now they saw those behind Gilbert and Ben are set up a shout.
“They all belong to one gang, that is sure,” observed Ben.