"Let's hope so, anyway," said Billie. "It seems to be the best we can do to get word to Mr. Black of our presence."
"Hurry back, José," urged Adrian as the mozo departed.
"Si, señor," was the brief reply. "You may depend on me."
"It ought not to take him more than half an hour," explained Billie. "It isn't more than a mile."
But a half hour passed and then another and still no José.
"Something must have happened to him," said Adrian.
"That's the charitable way to look at it," laughed the corporal. "It's more likely, however, that he's making arrangements to have something happen to us."
"I hardly think so," was Billie's comment, "but, if he is, we'll fool him."
"How?"
"We'll move."