The boys nodded their heads.
"Perfectly," they exclaimed.
"Col. Bliss has been informed that a decoy expedition is to be started from Alamito within a day or two, possibly tomorrow night, for the purpose of drawing our soldiers into a conflict with a band of Mexican revolutionists, in the hope that we will follow them across the river into Mexican territory. This would create an international dispute, which the revolutionists hope would cause the United States to take a hand in the Mexican troubles.
"The information desired, is to know, not the exact time of the proposed decoy expedition, for the conspirators will see that this information comes to us, but the exact size of the force, the route to be followed and the names of the men who are planning the expedition. The latter is the most important. Once their ident.i.ty is known, it will be easy to do the rest, even to stopping the expedition before it starts."
"Have you any suggestion as to how to go about this?" asked Donald.
"Yes; that is one of the things I was going to explain. My idea is for you to join the expedition."
"Will they take us?" queried Adrian.
"It is for you to see that they do."
"We don"t look like Mexicans," ventured Billie.
"The conspirators are not all Mexicans," said the Lieutenant. "In fact, it is thought that the whole thing is planned by Americans who own property in Mexico and want this government to intervene. Cowboys are the very chaps needed, and you can fill all the requirements. I should say the best place to join the expedition is in Presidio del Norte. If you can cross the river while the fighting is going on you stand a good chance of meeting the very men you are looking for."
"It"s about the biggest job we ever tackled," said Donald aside to Adrian.
"Oh, I don"t know," replied Adrian. "That bunch of smugglers was no small proposition."
"You are not afraid to undertake it, are you?" asked the Lieutenant.
"Afraid!" exclaimed Billie. "Why, Lieutenant, we"re scared half to death most of the time; but that doesn"t keep us from going ahead and doing whatever needs to be done. The only real fear in this matter is that we may not be smart enough to work the thing out."
"Then I know of no one who is," laughed the Lieutenant.
"We"ll do our best," said Donald.
"I am sure of that," declared Lieut. Grant, "so now off with you! Do not delay your report a minute longer than necessary. Everything depends upon having information in advance."
The Lieutenant turned again to his desk and filled out a blank.
"Here is a pa.s.s through the patrol," he said as he handed Donald the paper. "Also an order to allow you to use the barge you captured. A couple of my men will row you over and bring the barge back. You can swim your horses behind. Once on the other side, you will have to look out for yourselves."
Leaving the Lieutenant, the boys mounted their horses and rode rapidly out of town to the spot where the boat lay. A short distance from the sh.o.r.e they were stopped by the patrol and presented the pa.s.s. The corporal of the guard was called, to whom they also gave the order for the use of the batteau and men to row them over. Both the pa.s.s and the order were promptly honored and in less than half an hour after leaving the Lieutenant they were on the Mexican sh.o.r.e.
While the spot upon which they landed was some distance from the firing line between the Federal troops and the revolutionists, they soon found that they were in the direct line of fire and quickly proceeded to change their position.
"I don"t mind taking some chances in a fight for Uncle Sam," said Adrian, "but I object to being made a mark for a lot of greasers, who are fighting among themselves."
"Right," a.s.sented Billie, "but it looks as though this were Uncle Sam"s service, so we"ll have to take some chances. Suppose we get to the top of that knoll and see if there is still enough light to determine what is happening."
For want of better advice the boys accepted Billie"s suggestion, and rode toward the little rise of ground. When they had approached the top, they dismounted, threw their bridle reins over a mesquite bush and cautiously made their way to the summit on foot.
While it was after sunset, it was well that the boys took this precaution. As they lifted their heads above the brow of the little hill they discovered, a short distance away, a force of Federals so posted as to command the knoll, evidently fearing that it might conceal some of the attacking revolutionists.
Quickly the boys dropped out of sight, and remounting their horses rode rapidly farther up stream. Then, using the little ridge as a screen, they made their way around to where they could approach the Federal line from the left.
Having then determined their position by a hasty reconnoiter, they advanced openly as though ignorant of all the trouble.
Their presence was quickly discovered and a detachment of cavalry charged down upon them, whereupon Donald waved his white handkerchief as a flag of truce, and the three halted until the hors.e.m.e.n came up.
"_Quien viva?_" shouted the leader as he came within hailing distance, which, being translated, means, "Who lives?" and is the common challenge either on the field or in camp.
"Mexico!" replied Donald, acting as spokesman.
"_Que gente?_" demanded the officer, meaning literally, "What people?"
although the challenge is used very much as our soldiers call, "Who goes there?"
"Friends!" replied Donald. "We are Americans and wish to go to Presidio del Norte."
"Impossible!" declared the officer, who bore the rank of lieutenant. "No one can pa.s.s the lines."
"Will you take us to the commanding officer?" was Donald"s next question.
"Without doubt," replied the officer with a broad smile. "We are bound to do that, whether you wish or not."
"Suits us," was the reply; and at the word of command the little detachment started for headquarters, wherever that might be, the cavalrymen keeping the boys well surrounded.
It was a short ride, the commanding officer having made his headquarters in an adobe hut just behind a knoll similar to the one on the side of the valley where the boys had obtained their first view of the battle.
They were quickly ushered into his presence and their joy and surprise may well be imagined when they recognized, in one of his aides, the captain of the rurales who had captured the smugglers at the cave.
The recognition was mutual and an exclamation of surprise burst from the lips of the captain.
"_Caramba!_" he exclaimed. "Where do you come from?"
The boys looked at each other in some confusion, not knowing just what to say. But once more Billie was equal to the occasion and he replied with his most innocent smile, "We were captured!"
"So I see," laughed the captain. "But what were you doing?"
"We wanted to see the battle," replied Billie. "We never had seen one and we wanted to know what it was like."
The captain smiled grimly and was about to say something more, when the general demanded sternly:
"Who are these boys, Captain?"
"They are the boys who aided in capturing Don Rafael"s gang," was the prompt reply.
"What! The boys who rescued my son from that cutthroat!"
"The same, General!"
If the boys had been surprised at recognizing the captain, they were much more surprised at what followed.
Springing from his chair, the general seized first one boy by the hands and then another and wound up by throwing his arms about all three, much to their discomfort as well as their embarra.s.sment.