I
wonder if this will do," and he raised his weapon and pointed it
toward the moving grass.
With the same plaintive cry which Billie had come to recognize
as one of fear, the animal ran toward him and sank to his knees.
Billie smiled.
"It's all right, old chap. As long as I know how to handle you,
why you can follow me right back to the train."
Again he started down the track at a brisk walk, it having just
occurred to him that there might be something doing at the other
end of his journey.
Twenty minutes later he reached the station at Pitahaya where he
had expected to find Adrian and the three Mexicans awaiting him,
but, as we know, they had gone on to the scene of the wreck. Not
realizing just what had happened, but always on the alert for the
unexpected, Billie, therefore, began an inspection of the
station.
It did not take him long to discover that Pitahaya was little
more than a siding with a one-room building, which was used as a
freight house and a waiting room. It did not even boast of a
station master.
"There must be some reason for having a building here," he mused.
"There must be some sort of a settlement around somewhere. But
what's that to me? I might as well be jogging along towards
Pachuca.
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