"All right, dear," said Pearl, as she kissed him goodbye.
"Don't you think we better go over and see if there is anything we might do? I'll get a check cashed and take enough money over to pay the expenses for the flowers, since you insist on paying all the funeral expenses—the least I can do will be to see that she has lovely flowers, poor kid."
"That's right, Ev, we had better go on over—I'll have to get a check cashed, too."
They called a taxi and started for Juarez, and as the car pulled over the bridge, and under the shed where all cars stop to be questioned by the Mexican officials before entering Juarez, there were soldiers everywhere.
"Why are you Senoritas going to Juarez at this time," asked one of the officials.
"We are going over to attend the funeral of the American girl who was shot Saturday night in the Rio Bravo Hotel," answered Pearl.
"What other business have you to attend to over there?"
"None."
"You will pardon, Senorita, but may I suggest that as soon as possible you will return to the American side—the rebels have left Chihuahua City by train, and they may arrive at any time from one o'clock to six."
"Thanks, we will," answered Pearl, as the official motioned to the driver to drive on.