Ronie and Jack were beginning to think it was about time for them to be on their way. Their horses were well rested by this time, so they proposed to Señor Pelado that they bid him good-by. He seemed disappointed to find they were not going to stay longer, and showed his good-will by offering to send an escort of men to protect them in case they should be attacked by Rhoades and his outlaws. But our heroes stoutly opposed this, while thanking him for his kindness.
"Two will be able to get through where a larger body might attract attention and find it difficult to escape," replied Jack.
"You seem like plucky fellows, and I think you will get through all right. In case you do need help, do not hesitate to call on José Pelado. If you succeed in meeting General Castro give him my regards."
These parting words were not spoken until Ronie and Jack had regained their saddles, and were heading their horses toward Caracas. As they dashed out upon the road they noticed a crowd of peons watching them with looks not altogether friendly.
"Did you notice that tall fellow—the one with the extraordinary mustache—who stood somewhat in the background while we talked with Pelado?" asked Ronie.
"That I did, lad, and I says to myself: 'That fellow is hatching mischief.' He was not in sight the last part of our stay."
"I did not see him, Jack. What do you think he will do—follow us?"
"Not exactly; but if we do not meet some of his confederates before night I shall be happily disappointed. At any rate, it behooves us to be on the lookout continually."
The way now wound through a coffee country, and they were frequently met by these small planters, sometimes singly, but more often by twos or in squads.
"The idleness that usually follows in the footsteps of war seems lo have fallen on the inhabitants," remarked Jack.