They tried the second and it opened into another closet.
"Three times and out," laughed Donald as he took hold of the knob
of the last door.
It yielded to his touch and he opened it gently. Then he quickly
and quietly closed it.
"What's up?" asked the lieutenant.
Donald put his fingers to his lips.
"How many?" queried Lieut. Grimes.
"Three," was the whispered response. "Let's hear what they have
to say."
He opened the door a crack, through which they could see three
men seated at a table. One wore the uniform of a Mexican officer,
the other was dressed in Mexican costume, while the third was
unquestionably an American, although they could only see his
back.
"I have carried out my part of the agreement," the American was
saying, "and now I want my money."
"How do we know you have?" asked the officer.
"Haven't I put Gen. Funston into your hands?"
"We are not sure it is Funston," said the other.
"Then bring him out and look at him. You know the general when
you see him, don't you?"
"I think so, although I've never seen him but once."
"Well, that is he, all right," declared the American.
Donald turned and looked at his companion. Then he chuckled.
The lieutenant said nothing, but stroked his whiskers which he
wore in exact imitation of his chief.
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