CHAPTER 13
Trouble Afoot
AS Carl Wingate berated the Mexicans for coming to the cherry festival, Juan drew himself up proudly.
“We were invited, Senor.”
“That’s right,” said Veve. “I asked them myself.”
The orchard owner did not hear the little girl speak.
“Get moving!” he ordered the Mexican children again.
Juan’s face puckered up. For a minute he looked as if he might cry. Then he became very angry.
“You will be sorry, Senor,” he muttered. “Very sorry—and soon.”
The other Mexican children looked unhappy. Without saying a word, they climbed back into the battered old car.
“Wait!” called Veve.