"Do you think we will have to wade that damned river again?" asked Pearl.
"I hope not—we'll go to the gates, and I'll try and argue those guys to let a couple of ladies through."
Once again the two staggered toward the International Bridge. The streets were deserted, not a person was to be seen, only a small group around the foot of the bridge. Day was just beginning to break over the horizon.
"Where are you Senoritas going?" asked one of the Mexicans.
"Home," said Evelyn.
"I'm veer sorry, Senorita, but the Americans will not let you through the gates."
"Well, we will see about that," as they neared the huge wire gates. "Hey—you—how's to let a couple of ladies through—we want to get home."
"Sorry, sister, we got orders to open these gates to no one," came the answer.
"Well, you got a Hell of a nerve—we're American citizens, and I demand that you let us through."
"Sorry, sister—but orders is orders."