"Then we may as well be out after him," declared Jimmie. ""I'm not
goin' to lie in any old tent while they are killing him. I'm going
out to find him."
"In that case," said the guard, "we'll have to go and find you.
Wait until the lieutenant returns, and we'll see what can be done.
He may bring Nestor with him, you know, and he can assist."
Although this seemed good sense, it did not please Jimmie at all,
and he went back to his tent resolved to get away from the guards as
soon as possible and do what he could to find Fremont. At the very
door of the tent, however, he came to a halt, for the signals were
going again, and a great rocket flashed across the sky.
CHAPTER XI.
BLACK BEAR AND DIPLOMAT.
"It looks to me as if there might be civil war down here,
with all these men waiting for guns and ammunition," said
Shaw, as Nestor concluded the story of the letters which had
been forwarded to Washington. "I didn't know what I was
getting into when I left New York. I wish I could send
that story to my father. What a scoop he would have on
the other newspapers!"
"That is the very last thing you should think of," declared
Nestor. "The publication of the story now might bring
about the very thing we are trying to prevent. There is
no knowing what the Texans would do if they learned of
the plot to invade their state. We are here to defeat
the plot to arm these men who are waiting to cross
the river, and not to furnish newspapers with scoops,
as you call them.
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