Between the two towns, and coming directly toward them, was a band of galloping horsemen, probably one hundred or more in number.
"Great Scott!" was Billie's ejaculation as he caught sight of the horsemen, "they're coming right at us."
"I believe you are right," from Donald. "They seem to be on this very road."
"What would you take them to be?" was Billie's next question.
"Give it up," replied Donald.
"I'll bet I can make a good guess," said Adrian. "They are a flying column of Huerta cavalry, sent out to test the Carranza lines. They have paid their respects to Tierra Blanca and now they are headed for Cordoba."
"They'll never get there," said Billie. "They'll run into General Dorante's men."
"But if it's a surprise, they'll cut their way through."
"It's up to us to see that it is not a surprise!" cried Donald. "Come on!" and he turned and dashed back the road they had come.
In less than five minutes they were where they had left their companions. In another two minutes they had told their story and in another minute the corporal and his men were on their way back toward General Dorante's headquarters.