All at once the boy espied the Broncho Rider Boys, and, digging his spurs into his horse, turned abruptly and rode directly toward them.
“Socorre mi! Socorre mi!” he called, as he came within hailing distance.
“What does he say?” asked Billie.
“He’s crying for help,” replied Donald. “What had we better do?”
“Help him, of course,” replied Billie.
“And get ourselves into a lot of trouble for our pains,” declared Donald.
“Who cares! Three to one is more than I can stand,” and Billie yanked his Marlin from its sheath at his saddle girth.
Seeing that Billie intended to interfere, even if he had to go it alone, Don and Adrian followed his example, and, spurring their horses forward, interposed between the boy and his pursuers.
“What’s all the trouble?” asked Donald in Spanish, as soon as the pursuing horsemen had come to a halt.
“He is running away from home,” replied one who seemed to be the leader, “and his uncle sent us to bring him back.”