We may not see our traveling companions,
but they will be close at hand."
"Do you mean that the police will trail us to Mexico?" asked Fremont.
"I don't know," was the reply. "I give it up. There are others beside
the police to reckon with. Well, we'll see what Boy Scouts can do to
protect a friend who is in trouble."
CHAPTER V.
THE WOLF IN THE BEAR'S BED.
The two boys traveled for three days and nights, the general
direction being south. There were, however, numerous halts
and turns in the journey to the Rio Grande. Three times
Fremont was left alone at junction towns while Nestor took
short trips on cross lines. Once the patrol leader was
absent hours after the time set for his return, and the boy
was anxious as well as mystified.
Fremont knew that his traveling companion was receiving
telegrams in code all the way down, and knew, also, that
his movements were in a measure directed by them. Still,
one delay seemed to lead to another, as if new conditions
were developing. The movements of the boys, too, were
carefully guarded, so carefully, indeed, that it seemed
to Fremont that Nestor was continually spying upon some
one, as well as hiding from those who were spying upon him.
Time and again Fremont asked his friend to explain the
mystifying situation, but never succeeded in gaining
satisfactory information on the subject of the frequent
halts and seemingly useless journeys back and forth.
At various times during the journey he secured newspapers
containing wild and improbable theories of the crime
which had been committed in the Cameron building.
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