Now
why----"
Donald held up both hands.
"That's enough, Billie," he laughed. "I'll take it all back. Of
course you're not afraid. But I insist we must prevent this
hold-up."
"And again I ask, why?"
"Because there may be women and children on the train and----"
"That's enough," exclaimed Billie. "You needn't go on with the
rest. But what's the plan? We're a good ten miles from those
chaps--unless we had an airship."
"And then how far do you think it is?" queried Adrian.
"Well," replied Billie slowly, as he squinted up one eye, "I
should say they are about four miles away as the crow flies. But
we are not crows. By the Real road, it is at least ten miles."
"There must be a short cut somewhere," insisted Donald.
"There is," explained Pedro. "Just around the next turn in the
road there is a goat path that leads down to the river. If you
are not afraid of getting wet----"
"There you go," laughed Billie. "Afraid of getting wet! Just
let's settle it once for all that we are not afraid of anything
that it is right for us to do."
Pedro laughed good-naturedly.
"Well, then, since we are not afraid of getting wet, we can
follow the river for about two miles by fording it several times,
and emerge on the plain a mile this side of the clump of trees
which hides those fellows from the highway.
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