"
An examination of the fallen animal revealed the fact that while
the leg was not splintered, it was so badly injured that the
animal was quite useless.
"Have you far to go, Senors?" queried the mountebank.
"Only as far as the Rosario viejo for the present," answered
Adrian. "After that----"
"After that," interrupted Billie, "we may not want to go
anywhere."
The mountebank looked at Billie questioningly.
"That's what I mean," reiterated Billie. "We are going there to
capture a band of cutthroats, but we may have a fight."
The man made a grimace, which was intended for a smile.
"I understand. Can I be of any service?"
Donald eyed him suspiciously.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"You may have noticed how I stopped the runaway," he remarked.
"Very neatly."
"Sure," from Billie. "It was a short stop."
"I perceive that you are an American. I am also a fan."
"What!" from the three Americans.
"True. I am even worse. I formerly shot the pill in one of the
bush leagues. I aspired to a place in the box of one of the major
league clubs, but instead I joined the Madero revolution. I had
all the sport I wanted and finding my brother in this forsaken
land, I joined him as a public entertainer.
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