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It would never do, he knew, to turn the animal loose too soon, since he would doubtless make his way back to camp, and in doing so would have to pass Rozales who would catch him. Time was what Bridge wanted to be well on his way to Orobo before Pesita should learn of his escape.

I did not even know where was the great General Pesita until now I am brought into his gracious presence, to throw myself at his feet and implore that I be permitted to serve him in even the meanest of capacities." Pesita appeared not to hear what Miguel had said. He turned his shoulder toward the man, and addressed Billy in broken English. "You were on your way to El Orobo Rancho, eh?

Billy couldn't think of anything to say. He turned to look up and down the canyon in search of the enemy. "Home!" whispered Eddie. "Home!" "Aw, shucks!" said Billy kindly. "You'll get home all right, kid. The boys must a-heard the shootin' an' they'll be along in no time now. Then we'll clean up this bunch o' coons an' have you back to El Orobo an' nursed into shape in no time."

"And tomorrow," continued Pesita, "I am sending him to Cuivaca. Villa has considerable funds in bank there, and this stranger can learn what I want to know about the size of the detachment holding the town, and the habits of the garrison." THE manager of El Orobo Rancho was an American named Grayson.

"I am a regular aborigine," declared Bridge; but his heart would have chosen another reply. It would have been glad to tell the girl that there was a very real and a very growing inducement to remain at El Orobo Rancho. The man was too self-controlled, however, to give way to the impulses of his heart.

"I have been sent, Senor Capitan," explained Jose, "by the beautiful senorita of El Orobo Rancho to tell you that your friend, Senor Bridge, has been captured by General Villa, and is being held at Cuivaca, where he will doubtless be shot if help does not reach him before tomorrow morning." Pesita was looking questioningly at Byrne.

"How many men you got here that you can depend on?" he asked. "None," replied the Easterner. "What do you mean?" "None!" cried Bridge, incredulity and hopelessness showing upon his countenance. "Isn't there a Chinaman and a couple of faithful Mexicans?" "Oh, yes, of course," assented Mr. Harding; "but what are you driving at?" "Pesita is on his way here to clean up El Orobo.

As they rode away from the dilapidated hut of the Indian the old man stood silhouetted against the rectangle of dim light which marked the open doorway, and shook his fist at the back of the departing ranch foreman. "El cochino!" he cackled, and turned back into his hut. At El Orobo Rancho Barbara walked to and fro outside the ranchhouse.

Only her desire to learn of Bridge's fate urged her to attempt so distasteful an interview; but she dared not ask another to put the question for her, since should her complicity in Bridge's escape provided of course that he had escaped become known to Villa the fate of the Americans at El Orobo would be definitely sealed. She turned the knob and pushed the door open, slowly.

He should have been glad to pay his respects to El Orobo Rancho and its foreman; but the fact that Anthony Harding owned it and that he and Barbara were there was sufficient effectually to banish all thoughts of revenge along that line. "Maybe I can get his goat later," he thought, "when he's away from the ranch. I don't like that stiff, anyhow. He orter been a harness bull."