"There were but a few soldiers," Miss Denman continued. "The rest were Mexican civilians, brigands, I believe."
"Before I can discuss matters," Darrin replied quickly, "I must get you to a place of safety. You will please march in the middle of this small command. Fall in, men, by fours."
As quickly as possible the line was in motion. Dave marched back to the Hotel Diligencia, where he made instant report to his superior.
"This is the worst news possible!" gasped Lieutenant Trent. "I must send word to the commanding officer downtown, and will do so by Dalzell, who will take thirty men and escort the Denmans to safety."
"As to Lieutenant Cantor, sir," Dave asked his commander. "He is to be arrested wherever found, I suppose?"
"He is to be arrested," replied Trent, between closed teeth. "If be resists arrest, or if he fires upon our party, he is to be shot at once."
"Shot?" gasped Dave Darrin.
"You have your orders, Darrin, and they are proper, legal orders."
"And I shall obey the order, if need arise."
From across the street, as Darrin finished speaking, a window was raised and several rifles were aimed directly at him. Then shots rang out.