"I've always wanted to spend a year in Rio," he said.
"We'll meet there, when you can make your get-away.""You've said it," agreed Byrne."It's Rio as soon as we can make it.Pesita's promised to set you both loose in the morning and send you under safe escort--Miguel to his happy home, and you to El Orobo Rancho.I guess the old stiff isn't so bad after all."Miguel had pricked up his ears at the sound of the word ESCORT.He leaned far forward, closer to the two Americans, and whispered.
"Who is to command the escort?" he asked.
"I dunno," said Billy."What difference does it make?""It makes all the difference between life and death for your friend and for me," said Miguel."There is no reason why Ishould need an escort.I know my way throughout all Chihuahua as well as Pesita or any of his cutthroats.I have come and gone all my life without an escort.Of course your friend is different.It might be well for him to have company to El Orobo.Maybe it is all right; but wait until we learn who commands the escort.I know Pesita well.I know his methods.
If Rozales rides out with us tomorrow morning you may say good-bye to your friend forever, for you will never see him in Rio, or elsewhere.He and I will be dead before ten o'clock.""What makes you think that, bo?" demanded Billy.
"I do not think, senor," replied Miguel; "I know.""Well," said Billy, "we'll wait and see.""If it is Rozales, say nothing," said Miguel."It will do no good; but we may then be on the watch, and if possible you might find the means to obtain a couple of revolvers for us.In which case--" he shrugged and permitted a faint smile to flex his lips.
As they talked a soldier came and announced that they were no longer prisoners--they were to have the freedom of the camp; "but," he concluded, "the general requests that you do not pass beyond the limits of the camp.There are many desperadoes in the hills and he fears for your safety, now that you are his guests."The man spoke Spanish, so that it was necessary that Bridge interpret his words for the benefit of Billy, who had understood only part of what he said.
"Ask him," said Byrne, "if that stuff goes for me, too.""He says no," replied Bridge after questioning the soldier, "that the captain is now one of them, and may go and come as do the other officers.Such are Pesita's orders."Billy arose.The messenger had returned to his post at headquarters.The guard had withdrawn, leaving the three men alone.
"So long, old man," said Billy."If I'm goin' to be of any help to you and Mig the less I'm seen with you the better.I'll blow over and mix with the Dago bunch, an' practice sittin'
on my heels.It seems to be the right dope down here, an' Igot to learn all I can about bein' a greaser seein' that I've turned one.""Good-bye Billy, remember Rio," said Bridge.
"And the revolvers, senor," added Miguel.
"You bet," replied Billy, and strolled off in the direction of the little circle of cigarette smokers.
As he approached them Rozales looked up and smiled.
Then, rising, extended his hand.
"Senor Captain," he said, "we welcome you.I am Captain Rozales." He hesitated waiting for Billy to give his name.
"My monacker's Byrne," said Billy."Pleased to meet you, Cap.""Ah, Captain Byrne," and Rozales proceeded to introduce the newcomer to his fellow-officers.
Several, like Rozales, were educated men who had been officers in the army under former regimes, but had turned bandit as the safer alternative to suffering immediate death at the hands of the faction then in power.The others, for the most part, were pure-blooded Indians whose adult lives had been spent in outlawry and brigandage.All were small of stature beside the giant, Byrne.Rozales and two others spoke English.With those Billy conversed.He tried to learn from them the name of the officer who was to command the escort that was to accompany Bridge and Miguel into the valley on the morrow; but Rozales and the others assured him that they did not know.
When he had asked the question Billy had been looking straight at Rozales, and he had seen the man's pupils contract and noticed the slight backward movement of the body which also denotes determination.Billy knew, therefore, that Rozales was lying.He did know who was to command the escort, and there was something sinister in that knowledge or the fellow would not have denied it.
The American began to consider plans for saving his friend from the fate which Pesita had outlined for him.Rozales, too, was thinking rapidly.He was no fool.Why had the stranger desired to know who was to command the escort? He knew none of the officers personally.What difference then, did it make to him who rode out on the morrow with his friend?
Ah, but Miguel knew that it would make a difference.Miguel had spoken to the new captain, and aroused his suspicions.
Rozales excused himself and rose.A moment later he was in conversation with Pesita, unburdening himself of his suspicions, and outlining a plan.
"Do not send me in charge of the escort," he advised.
"Send Captain Byrne himself."
Pesita pooh-poohed the idea.
"But wait," urged Rozales."Let the stranger ride in command, with a half-dozen picked men who will see that nothing goes wrong.An hour before dawn I will send two men--they will be our best shots--on ahead.They will stop at a place we both know, and about noon the Captain Byrne and his escort will ride back to camp and tell us that they were attacked by a troop of Villa's men, and that both our guests were killed.
It will be sad; but it will not be our fault.We will swear vengeance upon Villa, and the Captain Byrne will hate him as a good Pesitista should.""You have the cunning of the Coyote, my captain," cried Pesita."It shall be done as you suggest.Go now, and I will send for Captain Byrne, and give him his orders for the morning."As Rozales strolled away a figure rose from the shadows at the side of Pesita's tent and slunk off into the darkness.
