"If he told you he'd do it, he will," said the soldier. "You can
bet on him every time."
It was very evident from Strong's actions that he was taking in
every word of the conversation, which was in English and in an
unusually loud voice. He pretended to eat, then leaned over and
said something to his companion, and a minute later arose from
the table and hastily quitted the place.
But the boys were not to be fooled. They sprang from the table
and hastily followed, Donald throwing a greenback to the cashier
which more than doubly paid the bill.
Their sudden action did not escape the soldier, who, attributing
it to another cause, also hastily quitted the cantina.
As the boys emerged into the street, they saw Strong hastening
away in the direction of the custom house.
"Going to lose himself in the crowd," said Donald. "Don't let him
get out of your sight."
"What's the matter?" asked the soldier, running to catch up with
the boys. "Ugly greasers?"
"No," replied Donald, "we're shadowing a man who is wanted by
Gen. Funston. That's him," pointing; "keep your eye on him."
"I thought you chaps had something on," laughed the soldier. "You
can bet on me!"
Now that they approached nearer the center of the business
portion of the city, there were more people on the street; but
they were so near their quarry that they easily kept him in
sight.
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