"Well, what's the matter with our paying them a visit?" queried Billie.
"Nix," from Donald. "We'll stay inside the lines. I've had enough of this bush fighting."
They approached Santiago's residence, where they had decided to remain until they sailed, when they perceived a peon on a pony standing by the gate. As they drew near they recognized him as one of the peons who had served as Mr. Black's mozo.
"Why, hello, José!" exclaimed Donald. "What brings you here?"
The mozo drew a letter from beneath his poncho and handed it to Donald.
"For me?" asked Donald. "I thought it must be for Adrian. I didn't think the——"
"It is from the jefe," interrupted the mozo.
"Oh, it's from Mr. Black!" with an accent on the Mr. "That's different."
Donald opened the letter and read it hastily.
"Well, by George!" he exclaimed, "what do you think of that?"