“You’ll never get any help from the lieutenant,” he was told.
“I’m not expecting it,” was Billie’s response. “But I’ll bet the rangers will help me!”
The corporal shook his head. “It would be a breach of neutrality,” he declared. “The President wouldn’t stand for it, even if the commanding officer did. It would cost him his commission; maybe something worse.”
“We’ll see,” was Billie’s only reply. “Now will you rush me to headquarters?”
“You bet I will,” replied the corporal, emphatically, and in almost no time Billie was galloping
toward Presidio in charge of a couple of troopers.
Lieutenant Grant had turned in when the galloping horsemen drew rein in front of his headquarters, half an hour later, but he quickly turned out again when the troopers made known their errand.
“Well, well,” he exclaimed, as he caught sight of Billie. “There must be something serious to have caused you to make a report at this time of night!”
“There is,” was Billie’s forcible reply. “The lives of my two companions depend upon my getting assistance to rescue them from the revolutionists!”
“Tell me about it,” said the lieutenant, and Billie did so in the shortest manner possible.