For several moments the boys said nothing, but finally Donald replied that if the captain would give them a few minutes to talk the matter over between themselves, they would be able to let him know.
“All right,” was the reply, “I’ve an appointment with the mayor, which will give you all the time you need,” and he left the hotel to keep his appointment.
“Well,” remarked Billie, as the captain disappeared around the corner, “what do you think of that?”
“I don’t think anything of it,” replied Donald. “I’ve no liking for that kind of work.”
“Why not?” queried Adrian.
“I don’t know. I just haven’t, that’s all.”
“You’d like to prevent war, wouldn’t you?”
“Sure,” was Donald’s emphatic rejoinder; “but I can’t see how this trip can prevent war.”
“I don’t know as it would,” said Adrian, “but, if we could do anything which would keep a lot of dissatisfied peons from getting guns and going out and killing people, it seems to me we would be doing a good deed.”
“That’s just the way it seems to me,” declared Billie. “The average Mexican who wants to start a revolution looks to me a good deal like the fellows who stole our mule.”