At the sound of Adrian’s voice the peon turned his head and looked up at his captor in the greatest surprise.
“Pardon me,” he whined. “It was a mistake. I thought you were someone else.”
“Who did you think I was?”
“El niño de Sanchez”—meaning the Sanchez boy—whined the peon.
“Oh, you did, eh?” exclaimed Adrian. “Well, you come with me and let Don Antonio question you. I think he is looking for you.”
[CHAPTER VII.—IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY.]
Adrian did not have to lead his captive far, for, when he reached the place where his horse was waiting for him, he saw the others returning. They had become concerned at his delay, and had come back to look for him.
“What’s the matter?” called Donald, as soon as he was within speaking distance.
“I’ve had a fight,” was the response, “and this is the result,” pushing the peon forward.
“Fight!” exclaimed Billie. “What were you fighting about?”