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Updated: June 1, 2025
He had gone to the west to the little rancho of one of Pesita's adherents who had dispatched a boy to carry word to the bandit that his Captain Byrne had escaped the Villistas, and then Jose had ridden into Cuivaca by a circuitous route which brought him up from the east side of the town. Now he was riding once again for Pesita; but this time he would bear the information himself.
This was no pleasure ride which took the boss's daughter "heifer," Eddie would have called her ten miles up river at a hard trot. Eddie was worried, too. They had passed the danger line, and were well within the stamping ground of Pesita and his retainers.
But about this bank robbin' business. You can't exactly say that I robbed a bank. That money was the enemy's resources, an' I just nicked their resources. That's war. That ain't robbery. I ain't takin' it for myself it's for the cause the cause o' poor, bleedin' Mexico," and Billy grinned a large grin. "You took it for Pesita?" asked Bridge. "Of course," replied Billy. "I won't get a jitney of it.
Beside him at the head of the column rode Bridge and Miguel. Behind them trailed the six swarthy little troopers the picked men upon whom Pesita could depend. They had reached a point where the trail passes through a narrow dry arroyo which the waters of the rainy season had cut deep into the soft, powdery soil.
"You are Americanos?" he asked of Bridge and Billy. Both agreed that they were. Then Pesita turned toward Miguel. "Where is Villa?" he asked. "How should I know, my general?" parried Miguel. "Who am I a poor man with a tiny rancho to know of the movements of the great ones of the earth?
The American made a wry face, a slight shudder shook his slender frame, and then he squared his shoulders and looked Pesita smilingly in the face. The figure of a man appeared at the window through which the Chinaman and the loyal Mexican had escaped. Quick eyes took in the scene within the room. "Hey!" he yelled. "Cut the rough stuff!" and leaped into the room.
What little he found he carried to the ranchhouse, and with the help of the others barricaded the doors and windows of the first floor. "We'll have to make our fight from the upper windows," he explained to the ranch owner. "If Pesita doesn't bring too large a force we may be able to stand them off until you can get help from Cuivaca.
Such a man was worth a hundred of the ordinary run of humanity that enlisted beneath Pesita's banners. Byrne had but to ask a favor to have it granted, and now, when he called upon Pesita to furnish him with a suitable force for the rescue of Bridge the brigand enthusiastically acceded to his demands. "I will come," he exclaimed, "and all my men shall ride with me. We will take Cuivaca by storm.
Villa knew where the main bodies of his enemies lay, and that no force could approach Cuivaca without word of its coming reaching the garrison many hours in advance of the foe. That Pesita, or another of the several bandit chiefs in the neighborhood would dare descend upon a garrisoned town never for a moment entered the calculations of the rebel leader.
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?
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