"Oh! who are they?" cried Janice, directly behind her cousin.
"They're government troops, all right all right! Reinforcements for Miz' Madam, I declare. No other soldiers in Mexico could afford real uniforms," Marty shouted.
They beheld the uniformed soldiery pile out of the cars and heard them cheer. One figure in civilian dress was running ahead and came to the observation platform of the Pullman first.
"Viva Méjico!" yelled Marty, glaring at this individual as though he saw an apparition.
"You young whipper-snapper!" exclaimed the apparition. "Where's Janice?"
"Nelson!"
"Oh, then," grumbled Marty, "you see the same thing I do, do you?"
Janice darted past her cousin and stretched her arms out to the schoolmaster. As he leaped up the steps to meet her the troops reinforcing General De Soto Palo began to deploy across the mesa and the firing of the bandits from the wood suddenly ceased.
"Do tell!" murmured Marty, staring at the schoolmaster and his cousin. "Gone to a clinch, have they? Huh! I guess it's time to go home."
It was some moments before Janice realized that her father was standing by, a smoking revolver in his left hand and a rather grim smile upon his lips.