“I wonder what the Texas Rangers will think of that!” shouted Don. “Hadn’t we better——”
“You may be sure that by this time they all know about it,” put in Dave quietly.
“Probably there’ll be something doing soon, eh?”
“It looks that way.”
“What shall we do?”
“Let’s go down by the river and see the Rangers riding past,” cried Sam.
Following this suggestion the three dashed recklessly down the slope, their eyes often turning toward the Mexican soldiers heading for the United States shore.
The victors drawn up on the bank sent a parting volley of shots after them, then slowly withdrew toward a near-by range of low, rounded hills.
So far there were no indications of the Rangers’ presence in the locality, but the lads felt sure that the hurrying Mexicans were soon destined to meet with an unpleasant surprise.
“Those chaps are making mighty fast time, though,” panted Dick.