"In which case," advised Donald, "we'd better be prepared to make a dash through."
"Look here," from Billie. "Can't you see that the shots are all aimed at one particular place? I'm sure if we come around by the south, we can get in behind our men some way. It's a good deal better chance than to stay here to be shot down by the retreating Mexicans."
The others were forced to admit the wisdom of Billie's advice and they proceeded to follow it.
Mounting their horses, they rapidly retraced their steps for a couple of hundred yards and then headed for the harbor.
They had not gone more than half a mile when they caught a glimpse of foot soldiers forming in line on what appeared to be a parade ground.
"This is no place for us," exclaimed Donald. "Back to the woods."
"I'm afraid it's too late," from Adrian.
"I hate to run for it," was Billie's comment, "but it's the best we can do. I have no mind to fall into Mexican hands right now."
He put spurs to his horse and dashed through a little clump of trees which grew by the way, closely followed by the other two.
They seemed to have done just the right thing and were congratulating themselves upon their lucky escape, when they heard horses coming from the other way.