“We’re with you!” exclaimed both Adrian and Donald in one breath. “Anything for excitement!”
“You’re young men after my own heart!” declared Don Carlos, who was a right young man himself.
“Where are we going now?” asked Billie, seeing that they were riding back toward the firing line.
“My men are mostly in the trenches,” replied Don Carlos, “but the dozen or more I have selected for this raid are in a little cantina just around the corner.”
He gave his horse the spur and a moment later
pulled up at the most inviting of the numerous cantinas which encircled the plaza.
“Here we are!” he exclaimed, as he leaped from his horse. “Come in and I’ll introduce you to the rest of the troop.”
As the boys alighted they recognized the place as the one that had played such a conspicuous part in their recent visit to Villa, but they felt sure that no one would recognize them; and even if anyone did, the revolution had completely changed conditions since that time. The only fear they had was that they would not be able to play the part they had assumed.
“Take your time,” was Donald’s advice, “and keep your wits about you.”
“You don’t suppose they’ll want us to drink, do you?” asked Billie.