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"It shall be done as you wish, Senor Grayson," he said. "Ah!" thought Billy; "the foreman of El Orobo. I wonder what business he has with this old scoundrel and at night." What other thoughts Billy might have had upon the subject were rudely interrupted by four energetic gentlemen in his rear, who leaped upon him simultaneously and dragged him to the ground.
At the end of a lariat trailed the Brazos pony, for Billy, laughing aside Bridge's pleas, was on his way to El Orobo Rancho to return the stolen horse to its fair owner. At the moment of departure Pesita had asked Billy to ride by way of Jose's to instruct the old Indian that he should bear word to one Esteban that Pesita required his presence.
"Why didn't the poor boob go get her himself?" he inquired disinterestedly. "He must be a yap to hire a bunch o' guys to go cop off a siwash girl fer him." "It is not a siwash girl, Senor Capitan," said Jose. "It is one beautiful senorita the daughter of the owner of El Orobo Rancho." "What?" cried Billy Byrne. "What's that you say?" "Yes, Senor Capitan, what of it?" inquired Jose.
"Not on your life," replied Eddie Shorter. "Those greasers don't take no white man off'n El Orobo, while I'm here. Get busy! They're comin'." And sure enough they were coming, and as they came their carbines popped and the bullets whizzed about the heads of the two Americans. Grayson, too, had taken a hand upon the side of the Villistas.
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