It was the Mexican, Castrello, who stood before them.
There was no use in offering resistance.
They would have only been shot down in cold blood for it.
Frank Reade, Jr., realized this, and he was wise enough to keep perfectly quiet.
“We’re in for it, Bill,” he whispered. “But never mind. Keep up a good heart.”
“Wall, you bet.”
In the hands of the counterfeiters the position of the two captured spies was not of the most reassuring.
Death, of course, was the fate of spies, and Frank reflected that the counterfeiters had no reason for sparing them.
“Hard luck!” groaned Frank. “We are done for, Bill!”
“Wall, I reckon,” agreed the big trapper, “we kain’t die but once.”