“We thought so. We were riding up the street when we heard a shot, followed by a cry. We came back to find out about it. That’s how we happen to be here now.”
“What did you find?”
“Nothing!” replied Adrian.
The policeman eyed the boys fiercely.
“Don’t try to make fools of us,” said one.
“No,” declared the other, “we are not to be played with by any young Gringoes. We don’t believe any such story.”
“I can’t help it whether you believe or not,” retorted Adrian angrily. “It is the truth!”
“We shall see,” declared the first policeman. “You come with us to the cuartel. The jeffe politico will have to look into this.”
“Now we are in for it,” said Billie, under his breath. “The next time I hear a Mexican shoot another I’ll ride the other way.”
“Where do you suppose Villa can have gone to?” asked Donald of the other two, as they rode along behind the policeman, followed by a shouting, hooting mob.