"That makes four. It is most remarkable."
"Yes," said Nestor, "Fremont, Jimmie, Shaw, and this drummer you told
me about. I think we have our work cut out for us now."
"It is the second time Peter Fenton has been lost to-night," Gordon said,
with a smile. "He was lost and we found him--lost and hungry, but full
of courage."
"Peter Fenton!" exclaimed Nestor. "I know him well as a member of the
Panther Patrol. A bright boy, and full of information concerning Mexico.
I have often heard him speak of this country. Well, let us hope that the
four boys are all together, wherever they are. It seems strange that the
outlaws should go about picking up boys."
"It will soon be daylight now," Lieutenant Gordon said, "and then we'll
see what we can do. It may be that the lads will return and bring Fremont
with them, though that is almost too much to hope for. Anyway, it seems to
me that we have accomplished the principal object of our journey here," he
added, with a glance at Don Miguel.
The diplomat turned about and faced the lieutenant with a sneer on his face.
"You are not the only one who is making progress here to-night," he said.
"If you wish the return of your friends, release me and I will restore them to you."
"I think we'll take chances on finding the boys," Gordon said. "You are
wanted very particularly at Washington."
"Then permit me to send word to my friends, urged Don Miguel. "I can cause
the patriots who doubtless have the boys to return them to you.
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