"I'll tell them it is a charm. They'll believe it and it will make me that much more valuable. Now go!"
Without wasting more words the boys put spurs to their horses and were soon out of the basin and on their way to Pachuca.
"It seems like a year since we came down here," remarked Adrian to Billie as they galloped along.
"It sure does," was the reply as Billie rubbed his stomach suggestively. "I'll never go out again as long as I'm in this revolutionary republic without a haversack full of grub."
"Who said grub?" called back Donald.
"What a question," laughed Adrian. "Who is it that's always hungry? It's all he thinks about."
"Oh, it is, eh?" from Billie. "Well, I'm thinking about something else now. There's the moon coming up over the valley and we're not three miles from the old Rosario. We'd better keep our eyes peeled and see that our shooting irons are in shape. We may have to fight our way home even yet."
As though to verify the prediction there appeared at the moment the figure of a solitary horseman silhouetted against the rising moon.
"You're a prophet of evil all right," said Adrian. "Now what?"
"Just keep on riding."