"We found your camp but you were not there, so we came on down
to the place where the boy said you had gone."
"Weren't there two boys there?" asked Frank, a sudden fear gripping
him. "We left two there."
"I'm sorry to say that we found only one," replied Lieutenant Gordon.
"The other had been kidnapped, the little fellow said."
"Come on, then," Shaw shouted, speeding away as rapidly as the
nature of the ground would permit. "We've got to go and find him.
Was it Fremont who was taken?" he added, turning back for a moment.
"The boy we saw told us his name was Smith," laughed the lieutenant.
"He probably thought you were after Fremont," Nestor said. "We
must hasten up there, after we do a little important business here."
Lieutenant Gordon and the patrol leader conferred together for some
time, and then instructing Shaw to make his way to the camp as quickly
as possible, the little force of six awaited the arrival of the other
party. In half an hour they came up, panting, their horses having been
left behind as not being adapted to mountain work. When they stepped
out on a little plateau they found themselves looking into the muzzles of
six automatic revolvers, held in the hands of the civil service men and Nestor.
"You are Don Miguel?" asked the lieutenant of a tall, well-dressed man who
was in the lead.
"What is the meaning of this outrage?" demanded the man addressed. "We
are citizens of Mexico, going about our legitimate business.
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