"You may have noticed how I stopped the runaway," he remarked.
"Very neatly."
"Sure," from Billie. "It was a short stop."
"I perceive that you are an American. I am also a fan."
"What!" from the three Americans.
"True. I am even worse. I formerly shot the pill in one of the bush leagues. I aspired to a place in the box of one of the major league clubs, but instead I joined the Madero revolution. I had all the sport I wanted and finding my brother in this forsaken land, I joined him as a public entertainer. Shall we give you a sample of our performance?"
"Not now," from Donald. "Let's go and round up this bunch of revolutionists first."
"But why?" queried the mountebank. "To-morrow they may be the government."
The boys looked at each other with an expression that said as plainly as words: "True! We never thought of that."
"Now, I have a better plan," continued the mountebank. "Let's go and entertain the revolutionists. Let's be neutral."