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"But in two hours I will have you in Athens," he begged. "Or is it that you wish to stay with these people?" "Of course I don't wish to stay! The children have the mumps and the poor old lady is nearly wild." "Come. Give me that bag. So I thought all Americans were sensible people!" And before Polly could object she found herself seated in the car with Juan Pachuca driving silently at her side.
"I understand that you are from an American mining company located at Athens?" the Colonel began. "I am," replied Tom, a little awed by the other's dignity and the threefold nature of the dialogue. "You have been raided by bandits, eh?" "Well, I suppose you'd call it that. Juan Pachuca helped himself to what he wanted and shot two of our boys." "Killed them?"
"I was afraid something like this would happen," said Hard. "They told me over in Conejo that there was trouble on. They had an all-night session at Hermosillo and the state seceded." "That's what Pachuca says." "Morgan's taken his family up to Douglas." "Any news from Bob?" "Just a letter for Miss Polly."
It was Miller; Miller, who had indeed gone to bed, but whose bed was near the window of the little cabin, and who had been keeping one eye on the car and had emerged, scantily attired in a nightshirt tucked into a pair of trousers, to put a spoke in the Mexican's wheel. Pachuca set his teeth! It was too much to be so near liberty and then to lose it.
"What had we better do?" asked the conductor. "We had better go back to Pachuca for help," replied the guards. "And let the Zapatistas escape!" exclaimed Billie hotly. "What do you want to do that for?" "We have only six guards," the conductor explained, "and " "And that, with us, makes ten," interrupted Billie. The conductor regarded the boy with surprise.
With Carranza, they got a new constitution. With Obregon, they will get peace and a good government." "Then you are for Obregon?" "Naturally. But I must have men and horses and munitions. I Juan Pachuca cannot fight in the ranks." "I don't see why not," said Polly, candidly. "My brother fought in the ranks and he's a college man. He didn't mind." "Oh, well, in America that is different!
When there were rumors of another revolution, he began to think of looking up some of these exceedingly live wires, and seeing what could be done for Freedom, Mexico, and Juan Pachuca.
Cared for by his friends on the other side while his wound was healing, Pachuca is still living peacefully and very quietly on our side of the border, waiting, probably, the opportunity to return to his country to help along another revolution. Scott and Polly will be happy.
I'm not sure that I want two women on my hands under the circumstances." "What are you talking about, Marc Scott? Is it a Yaqui rising?" Mrs. Van Zandt thrust her head through the hole in the wall. "I don't know what it is. Pachuca says there's a revolution on. I'm hoping to get more news about it when Hard comes back."
"Girls? Oh, yes, of course they do; but not in the desperate, hot-headed way your young ladies do. At least, not usually. Of course some girls do queer things and get into the newspapers." "Ah, our young ladies do not get into the newspapers," commented Juan Pachuca. "They are guarded quite carefully; that is, our girls of good family. Most of them are very beautiful."
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