After leaving the place where they were captured, the boys were first escorted to the _cuartel_ by a shouting, howling mob. Here they were examined by a petty officer. After that they were conducted into the presence of the commanding general and again examined with a view to finding out what their mission really was. Finally, they were turned over to a corporal, and after several hours were locked up in a room in the barracks to await further action.
"Well!" exclaimed Adrian, as soon as they were left alone. "This seems the most serious situation in which we have ever found ourselves!"
"Possibly so," replied Donald; "but we know that Billie is at work to get us out."
"We certainly do," affirmed Adrian; "just as he knew we were at work to rescue him when he was captured by the smugglers; but it is going to be a great deal harder to get to us, with a battle line all around us. For my part, the situation seems hopeless."
""While there is life there is hope," says the old proverb," declared Donald, "and we are very much alive."
"Yes, and able to put up a fight if we had a chance; but what chance is there, when we have been deprived of our arms, and will be taken from this room by a file of soldiers? No, old man"-and there was a visible tremor in Adrian"s voice-"I"m afraid our time has come."
He bowed his face in his hands, and for some minutes both the boys were silent. Then Adrian straightened up, and, looking Donald squarely in the face, said:
"If it comes to the worst, I am not afraid to die. It will be in the service of our country and a man can die but once."
"That"s the way to talk," said Donald. "No matter what happens, we must be brave. If we die, it will be like Americans!"
He put out his hand, which was warmly clasped by Adrian.
"It shall be as you say," he declared. "But I shall not give up hope till the very last minute."
They were still standing with hands clasped, when they heard the key grate in the lock. They turned quickly at the sound, and, although it was still an hour until day, and, in spite of their determination to be brave, for a moment their cheeks paled.
But their time was not yet.
Instead of the file of soldiers which they feared they might see, their visitor proved to be Don Rafael.
"So!" he exclaimed, as he noticed the pallor upon their faces, "you are not so brave as you would have me think!" and he laughed scornfully.
The boys made no reply and he continued:
"You thought you would trap me, did you? You thought I wouldn"t recognize you as the ones who upset my plans at the cave? You are too young, my friends, to catch an old fox like me!"
"We may be," said Donald, "but, if anything happens to us, there are those who will make you pay dearly."
"Bah!" and Don Rafael snapped his fingers. "That for your friends! I have been in too many affairs to be bluffed by a couple of striplings."
"Just as you please," replied Donald, "but what I say is true. Why, at this minute they are on their way here!"
As he spoke, there was the boom of a cannon from the outskirts of the city, followed almost immediately by the crash of rifles.
"Perhaps you think those are your friends," laughed Don Rafael. "If so they will meet with a warm reception."
"They"ll be here before daybreak," said Adrian.
"You think so?" exclaimed Don Rafael, and he regarded the boys with a crafty expression. "Well, perhaps you are right, and so, to avoid any danger of your escape, we will not wait until daylight for your execution."
He stepped to the door of the guard room and called:
"Don Carlos!"
A moment later that young gentleman appeared.
"Send me a sergeant and a file of soldiers," ordered Don Rafael. "I have decided not to wait until daylight. The execution will take place at once in the _patio_."
"It has come!" said Donald aside to Adrian. "Be brave!"
Silently they once more clasped hands, and awaited the coming of the soldiers, while Don Rafael eyed them savagely.
"I"ll teach you," he exclaimed, "to interfere with my plans. It will serve as a lesson to other Americans!"
Then, as the tramp of feet was heard on the stone pavement without: "Here they come! Now, then, get ready," and he stepped aside, so as not to obstruct the doorway.
The boys threw back their shoulders, and looked the man squarely in the face. His eyes fell before their honest gaze, and he turned his head with a muttered oath.
At the same moment there was a crash of rifles, which seemed at the very door, and the sergeant, who had just appeared in the doorway, fell with a groan.
"_Caramba!_ What is it?" yelled Don Rafael.
He dashed across the room toward the door, as a hearty American "Hurrah!" followed by a regular cowboy yell was heard without.
At the sound Don Rafael turned as white as his dusky color would permit.
He drew his revolver from his holster, and backed slowly into the room, with his eye fastened upon the doorway.
So sudden had been the change in affairs, that for a moment the two Broncho Rider Boys stood stupefied; but, as Don Rafael slowly retreated, their wits returned.
"Grab him!" shouted Donald.
At the cry Don Rafael turned quickly upon the boys, revolver in hand.
"So," he exclaimed, "this is your work, too! Well, it is your last!"
Slowly he raised his weapon as though to enjoy the full measure of his revenge. Then, as his finger pressed the trigger, there was another crash of rifles. Both boys threw themselves flat upon the floor, and the bullet from Don Rafael"s revolver buried itself in the adobe wall.
Before he could take a second aim, a tall figure in peon"s garb sprang into the room.
It was Pancho Villa.
One glance told the story. Without a moment"s warning his revolver cracked, and Don Rafael pitched forward to the floor, dead.
The next instant a dozen Americans, headed by Billie, rushed into the room.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
AU REVOIR, BUT NOT GOOD-BY.