"
"Never!" cried Strong. "I'll die before I'll rot in a Mexican
jail!"
He uttered a peculiar noise and before Billie could imagine what
it meant, he felt himself seized from behind by a pair of hairy
hands.
He had been in that clutch once before and recognized in an
instant that he was in the grip of the ape.
He gave one loud cry for help and then turned loose with his
automatic.
The tumult which followed is beyond description. Billie's shout
was as nothing compared to the cry of the ape as one of the
bullets struck him in the leg and another pierced his foot.
Loosing his hold upon the lad, he grabbed for the weapon, but
Billie managed to evade him and would undoubtedly have slain the
animal had not Strong sprung to his assistance, with the result
that in another minute Billie was disarmed.
Ill would the lad have fared then, at the hands of his two
assailants, had not the noise attracted to the scene several
soldiers, while an instant later came a loud shout as Donald and
Adrian dashed into the patio.
On the other side of the square they had heard Billie's shout,
followed by the automatic, and had rushed to his aid.
In another minute both Strong and his hairy friend were overcome
and securely bound.
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