“You’ll hit our own men,” he said. “Who are you anyway?”
“I’ll show you who I am,” replied Don Rafael, beside himself with rage. “Take that!” and he aimed a blow at the man, which not only knocked the man down, but caused Don Rafael to nurse his fist with pain.
And now the boys are in the street and the whole band is after them, shouting and firing their revolvers indiscriminately.
Ordinarily such an affair would have created great excitement, but with firing in progress all about the city, it only attracted a few old men and boys, who joined in the pursuit.
“Get off the plaza,” cried Adrian. “Get into the dark!”
“Can’t we get our horses?” gasped Billie.
“No!” replied Donald as they ran. “Never mind the horses! Look for some place where we can hide.”
They darted down the first street which seemed to offer a refuge, with the whole band in hot pursuit.
“They’re gaining on us,” said Billie. “Let’s turn another corner!”
This they did and still another, but were unable to shake off their pursuers, who seemed to increase in numbers.