“I wouldn’t go tonight, if I were you,” cautioned the captain.
“Why not?” asked Billie.
“Well, I don’t think it is hardly safe.”
“You don’t think we are afraid, do you?”
“It isn’t a question of fear. It is rather a question of a fight, and I know you don’t want to get into a fight.”
Billie scratched his head.
“I don’t know as I should exactly say we wanted to get into a fight; but we wouldn’t mind if something should happen that would give us a chance to take a fall out of our friend, Don Rafael.”
Captain Peak laughed.
“I see!” he said. “All you want is a chance, and you’re not so particular who furnishes it. But, take my advice, and don’t get into trouble tonight. Things are too unsettled, and I don’t want to be obliged to make a raid into Mexico to rescue you. I have even had to answer quite a few questions about the trouble we had the other day over by Don Pablo’s.”
“All right,” laughed Billie. “We won’t get into any trouble. We will just see this wonderful peon, and put a flea in his ear, and then we’ll come back.”