"Oh, it is, eh?" from Billie. "Well, I"m thinking about something else now. There"s the moon coming up over the valley and we"re not three miles from the old Rosario. We"d better keep our eyes peeled and see that our shooting irons are in shape. We may have to fight our way home even yet."
As though to verify the prediction there appeared at the moment the figure of a solitary horseman silhouetted against the rising moon.
"You"re a prophet of evil all right," said Adrian. "Now what?"
"Just keep on riding."
"But that chap is right in our way."
"Then ride him down. He"ll be worse scared than we are."
The advice seemed good and the boys spurred forward.
"If you think he means us any harm," Donald remarked, "I might take a shot at him."
"I don"t believe he does."
Again Billie proved a good prophet as the rider rode directly toward them, waving his hat in his hand.
"It"s Tony," exclaimed Pedro as the rider approached a little nearer.
Tony was one of Gen. Sanchez" servants.
"Why, so it is," laughed Donald. "I suppose he is out looking for us."
Which was exactly the case. The news of the fight had reached Pachuca along with the part the boys had played in saving the bullion, and Pedro"s father had heard it along with the others.
Later, word had been brought that one of the boys was missing and the others had gone to look for him. When none of them returned after all these hours, Gen. Sanchez had organized a searching party, of which Tony proved to be the advance guard.
A few minutes later, several hors.e.m.e.n dashed up and the boys were given a rousing reception.
"The _Jefe politico_ is waiting to greet you," Tony told the boys.
The jefe politico is the mayor.
Billie smiled broadly and once more rubbed his stomach.
"This begins to look encouraging," he remarked to Pedro. "I think I can taste the good things already."
Half an hour later the boys reached the city and were given a cheer as they pa.s.sed through the main street and up to Gen.
Sanchez" home, which was located half a block from the plaza. And in another ten minutes Billie was facing the mayor over a plate of steaming soup, while a mozo stood at his back waiting to serve the leg of a twenty-five pound turkey. Raising his eyes from the table, he caught sight of what was coming and gave Donald, who sat next to him, a dig in the ribs with his elbow.
"How"s this for a prophet of evil?" he asked.
Donald took a look at the great bird which was rapidly falling into pieces under Gen. Sanchez" skillful hand, and remarked with a wink:
"Great!"
CHAPTER VII.
THE INSULT TO THE FLAG.
A week later, or, to be more exact, on April 10, 1914, the Broncho Rider Boys and their friend Pedro were back in the City of Mexico. During the two weeks they had been at Pachuca, many changes had taken place and on the morning in question they had just finished their coffee in the breakfast room when Guadalupe, Pedro"s sister, brought in the morning paper.
"What"s the news?" asked Adrian.
Guadalupe glanced at the paper and hid it behind her back without making any reply.
"Why, Sister!" exclaimed Pedro with all the dignity of his sixteen years. "How can you be so rude?"
"She"s only joking," laughed Billie, who was always found on Guadalupe"s side when any argument took place. "Come, tell us!
What is it?"
Guadalupe shook her head.
"Oh, I can"t," she replied in a pained voice.
"Why not?" from Billie.
"It says we are going to have war with the United States and I don"t believe it."
"Of course you don"t," replied Billie. "Neither does any one else."
"Let me see," said Pedro sternly.
Slowly the girl handed her brother the paper.
He opened it and read.
"A party of American marines was arrested in Tampico yesterday for landing on Mexican soil with arms in their hands. They were marched through the streets under a heavy guard and lodged in jail. After a parley with the American Admiral, Mayo, the commandant of the city finally released them upon the a.s.surance of the Admiral that it should not occur again."
"Well, if it was only a mistake, that doesn"t mean war," laughed Billie, but Donald"s face took on a more serious look.
"That isn"t all," said Pedro.
"Well," from Billie, "let"s have the rest of it."
"The American Admiral has now declared that the men did not land on Mexican soil with arms in their hands, but that they were in their boat at the pier when arrested. He claims that they were taken from under the American flag----"
"What?" almost shouted Billie, springing to his feet. "Taken from under the American flag? Well, I"ll bet that will mean war--unless," he added after a brief pause, "Gen. Huerta apologizes."
"Why should he apologize?" asked Pedro.
"For insulting the American flag."