The señorita sprang to the telephone. She pulled down the lever many, many times, then she staggered back against the wall.
"They have cut the wires!" she cried. "Riego, you and I must take the warning!"
"To the camp?" the boy cried in dismay.
"Yes, there's no one within a mile of here that could take it but us!"
"But the Mexicans have spies over there," the boy moaned. "They will find us in the dark with their knives!"
She had flung on a long cloak, and was hurriedly fastening her shoes.
"Then you stay here and I'll go," she said.
"You?" cried the startled child—then—"It is dark out there, my lady; I'll go with you."
They extinguished the light and stole out together to the stable, but the horses were gone!
Desperate now, they started out afoot.