"We are either
prisoners or else we are being guarded against an expected
attack. Whichever it is, this is no time for the Broncho Rider
Boys to be asleep. I'll go and tell the others."
He started to climb onto the car, but a guard appeared on the
platform and ordered him away at the point of his bayonet.
"I'm a passenger," explained Billie.
"Go away!" was the reply, emphasized by a quick advance of the
bayonet.
Seeing that it was no time to argue, Billie slid back into the
darkness.
CHAPTER VIII.
TREACHERY FOILED.
Broncho Billie had been in too many unpleasant places to be at
all worried over his predicament, but he was much concerned about
the condition of the train and its passengers, practically all of
whom were Americans and a large majority of whom were women and
children.
"It would be fierce," he mused, "to have them held here, or in a
detention camp as prisoners; and it would be worse if we should
be attacked by an overwhelming force of revolutionists. I've just
got to know the truth."
He glanced up at the coach with its dimly lighted windows.
"I wish I could talk to old Don. He most always knows what to do.
But how can I get at him?"
He sneaked out to where he could see the coach platform.
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