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Aching to thwart the government he hated, Pachuca hastened to ally himself with its particular enemy and to work against it with all the impetuosity of his nature. But Francisco Villa was not an easy man for anyone as heady as Juan Pachuca to get on with. There were quarrels and more quarrels, and finally Pachuca, again disgusted with the world and its people, retired to private life.
"So many young men are being shot these days. I thought that young woman was an actress now I am sure of it." "Yes," replied Juan Pachuca to Polly's question. "But do not be alarmed. They will come back in a couple of hours." "A couple of hours!" The girl's voice was horrified. "But I expected to be in Conejo in a couple of hours. I'm in a hurry."
Ahead lay a hill a tall hill. Would Pachuca try to make it or would he climb around the side of it? Something it looked like a man on horseback was coming rapidly down the hill. Had she miscalculated and were some of Pachuca's men still on the road? Perhaps the same thought struck the Mexican, for he slowed the car down and peered eagerly ahead. Polly clutched the revolver feverishly.
"We can't have 'em coming down on us in this narrow place!" he cried, honking furiously. The other car answered. The Mexicans turned at the sound and Pachuca, casting a hurried glance at them over his shoulder, reached for his bridle. Scott raised his gun instantly. "You stay where you are!" he yelled. "If those are your people we'll get the lot of you; if they're not we've got you, anyhow, sabe?"
After discovering from the conversation that the bandits felt themselves perfectly secure where they were and that they were likely to stay there for some time, he finally decided to get back to the railroad and thence to Pachuca and give the alarm.
"But aren't they just a little bit tiresome? I mean, just being beautiful and guarded and all that sort of thing. At home we like a girl who has seen a little of life," apologetically. "Not a young lady of family!" said Pachuca, decidedly. "Well, of course, in America we don't think a lot about family, though it's nice to have it if you can. We think more of education and getting on in the world.
Polly rose suddenly, the light of determination in her eyes. "No," she said, firmly. "I won't. Mr. O'Grady, will you come and help me with this tray, please?" "Sure Mike!" In two strides the fireman was in the room, his eyes looking searchingly at both the man and the girl. Pachuca, with a shrug of his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets and strode to the window.
"After all he's only a boy," she told herself. "I'll bet he isn't any older than my freshmen cousins. What's the harm?" Outside the sun was hot but the wind was fresh and cool. "Through that cut in the mountains and around a curve is Conejo," said Juan Pachuca, as Polly, glad to be out of the hot car, drew long breaths of the splendid air. "You have friends there?" "In Conejo?
Pachuca had turned the sorrel over to another man and was driving the car himself. Suddenly, they saw him stop and give an order. Several of the men dismounted and were laying something along the track. Then with a yell, they all bolted, the auto in the lead, the horsemen following. A few seconds and they had disappeared around a curve in the road.
"For me, I would not object to bullion if I could get my hands on it, but I can't," said Pachuca, candidly. "Gasca, you understand, had this brother who lived in New Mexico, in a lonely sort of a spot on the border, with an Indian woman that he had stolen from her people. He helped Gasca get the treasure across the border and they hid it in the canyon where he lived.
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