Sanchez' request to avoid any unpleasantness, which might make
trouble for him.
On the morning of the 13th the boys bade good-bye to their host
and his family and were driven in an automobile to the station.
Already there were more than enough persons to fill four trains,
and the guards were permitting only those to board the cars who
had passes signed by the Mexican provost marshal.
Thanks to Gen. Sanchez, our boys had been provided with such
passes, but they were not allowed to take their rifles or
revolvers aboard the train. They had no more than found seats and
made themselves comfortable than the conductor shouted "Vamanos,"
and the train pulled slowly out of the shed.
"Well," remarked Donald as they rolled slowly along, "this is a
pretty tough ending to a friendly visit. I think I've seen about
all I want of Mexico for some time to come."
"What do you suppose will happen?" asked Billie. "Do you think
we'll really go to war with Mexico unless Gen. Huerta orders the
salute?"
"I don't know," was Donald's cautious reply. "I hope not."
"And I hope we do!" exclaimed a somewhat florid gentleman who sat
in the seat ahead and who had overheard the conversation. "I'd
just like an opportunity to come down here with an army and wipe
the whole nation off the earth.
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