“It isn’t so,” declared the lad, who had stopped his flight and had come up behind the boys. “Do not believe him, señores!”
Adrian turned at the sound of the lad’s voice. “Which are we to believe?” he asked.
“Believe me,” exclaimed the lad imploringly. “If you let them take me, I do not know what they will do with me.”
“Why are they chasing you?” asked Don.
“I don’t know, unless it is because they do not like my father.”
“Who is your father?”
“General Sanchez, of President Madero’s staff.”
“Who are these?” and Don pointed to the waiting horsemen.
“I don’t know who that man is,” replied the lad, pointing to the leader, “but the others are peons on my uncle’s hacienda.”
“Is this true?” asked Don, turning to the pursuers, while Billie and Adrian tenderly fondled their rifles.