“Great Scott!” exclaimed Billie. “This is no place for me!” and he made a bolt for the door, followed by Adrian and Donald.
“Stop them,” cried Don Rafael, who recognized them at the same instant they recognized him. “They are spies!”
[CHAPTER XXII.—BESIEGED BY REVOLUTIONISTS.]
At the cry of spies all was confusion, and the revolutionists, with loud imprecations, sprang forward to seize the accused.
But quick as were the Mexicans, the Broncho Rider Boys were quicker! Evading the outstretched hands which would hold them, the boys dashed for the door, striking right and left at all who came within reach.
“Look out for the knives and use your fists,” cried Donald, as he planted a well directed blow on the point of Don Carlos’ chin, which laid that enthusiastic revolutionist low.
Billie and Adrian followed suit, and the two nearest them went down under their attack.
Another bound and they had reached the door.
“Shoot them,” cried Don Rafael. “They are friends of Gen. Sanchez!”
He drew his revolver and would have fired, had not the man nearest him knocked his revolver from his hand.