He had thought that Pedro's home in Mexico City was fine, but
this was much finer.
"They must be swells," was the lad's comment. "I reckon they
became frightened and have run away with General Maas."
He started to lead the horse to the stable and then stopped.
"I might as well shut this big gate," he thought. "I'll leave the
little gate open so the lieutenant can come in."
He pushed the big gate together and dropped the bolt in its
place.
"Now to do something for the horse," and he turned to the animal
which stood patiently by.
Then he stopped and stood in mute astonishment at what his eyes
beheld.
In the center of the patio, with rifle in hand, aimed squarely at
his head, stood a figure he had last seen on the banks of the Rio
Grande more than a year before--the figure of a man whom he had
known only as Santiago.
The recognition was mutual, but instead of the friendliness which
had always before marked the attitude of the strange man, there
was now upon his face a look of the most bitter hatred.
CHAPTER XVI.
SHADOWING AN ARMY.
When Donald and Adrian left the city they rode slowly along for
some distance without any sign of the retreating Mexicans,
except the occasional sight of some camp utensil which had been
thrown aside as too heavy to carry.
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