"It's a terrible mix-up, isn't it?" laughed Billie. "But I guess either side would be glad to get us."
They had reached the tracks by this time and a couple of minutes later Brooks was up a pole and with the aid of his bayonet broke the wires.
"If it isn't too late, that'll hold 'em for a while," he remarked as he descended from the pole and mounted his horse.
When they joined the main company, Billie told Mr. Black what they had done and repeated to him what Brooks had said.
"I think he is right," said Mr. Black, "and my advice is that we should give Piedras Negras a wide berth."
"We can't get too far away from the railroad," explained Billie, "or we shall miss Don and his company. They are coming out for just such an emergency."
They rode rapidly forward for a couple of hours and then, turning sharply off the highway, took to the woods which now grew dense all along the mountain sides.
About ten o'clock they stopped for breakfast and then all took a nap until the sun drew near the western horizon.
"We should reach our rendezvous with Don about dark," explained Billie, "and that would get us into Vera Cruz about daylight."
As they approached the appointed spot, Billie and Adrian, ever on the alert, noticed almost as one that the place had a changed appearance and mentioned it to the others.