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Doubtless he would make him a colonel. Come with me Senor Capitan and your fortune is made." "Come where?" asked Billy Byrne. "To the camp of the liberator of poor, bleeding Mexico to General Francisco Villa." "Nothin' doin'," said Billy. "I'm hooked up with this Pesita person now, an' I guess I'll stick.
The Mexican followed them, and Bridge ordered Sing back to assist in barricading the doors and windows, while he and Billy and the Clark boys held the bandits in momentary check. Falling back slowly and firing constantly as they came the four approached the house while Pesita and his full band advanced cautiously after them.
"You'd better go with Miguel, Billy," urged Bridge. "Pesita will not forgive you this. You've cost him eight men today and he hasn't any more men than he needs at best. Besides you've made a monkey of him and unless I miss my guess you'll have to pay for it." "No," said Billy, "I kind o' like this Pesita gent. I think I'll stick around with him for a while yet.
Call up there now and see if you can get Villa to send help he ought to protect you from Pesita. I understand that there is no love lost between the two." Anthony Harding went at once to the telephone and rang for the central at Cuivaca.
Billy could see a light showing through a small window, and toward this he made his way. A short distance from Jose's is another, larger structure from which the former inhabitants had fled the wrath of Pesita. It was dark and apparently tenantless; but as a matter of fact a pair of eyes chanced at the very moment of Billy's coming to be looking out through the open doorway.
Time and again as the afternoon wore away Pesita made attempts to get men close up to the house; but in each instance they were driven back, until at last they desisted from their efforts to fire the house or rush it, and contented themselves with firing an occasional shot through the windows opposite them. "They're waiting for dark," said Bridge to Mr.
By piecing together the various scraps of conversation he could understand Billy discovered that Pesita had ridden far to demand tribute from a wealthy ranchero, only to find that word of his coming had preceded him and brought a large detachment of Villa's regulars who concealed themselves about the house and outbuildings until Pesita and his entire force were well within close range.
"I said 'fat-head dick' dat's a fly cop," Billy elucidated. "It is he then that is the bird." Pesita beamed at this evidence of his own sagacity. "He fly." "Flannagan ain't no bird Flannagan's a dub." Bridge came to the rescue. "My erudite friend means," he explained, "that the police chased him out of the United States of America." Pesita raised his eyebrows. All was now clear to him.
The balance of the day Billy spent in acquiring further knowledge of Spanish by conversing with those of the men who remained awake, and asking innumerable questions. It was almost sundown when Pesita rode in. Two riderless horses were led by troopers in the rear of the little column and three men swayed painfully in their saddles and their clothing was stained with blood.
"I have heard much about you since I came to Mexico. I know that there is not another man in this part of Chihuahua who may so easily reach Pesita as you." She raised her hand for silence as the Indian would have protested. Then she reached into the pocket of her riding breeches and withdrew a handful of silver which she permitted to trickle, tinklingly, from one palm to the other.
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