"I recognize that voice," said Jack suddenly, in a low whisper, "it's
Ramon de Barros."
The other two boys nodded. Ralph Stetson's heart beat so hard and fast
that it fairly shook his frame. Truly the predicament of the party was
a terrible one. Discovery by as wolf-hearted a band of ruffians--if
they were all like their leader--as ever infested the border, was
inevitable within the next few minutes. Taking into consideration
their connection with Black Ramon in the past, it was unlikely in the
extreme that any mercy would be shown them. Never had any of them
looked so closely into the dark face of danger.
Suddenly the listeners, crouching in their hiding-place, heard a shout
of astonishment from the Mexicans.
"They've seen our camp over the edge of the mesa!" exclaimed Pete in a
low, tense voice; "in another minute they'll start looking for us."
As he spoke, the voice which Jack had recognized as Black Ramon's,
uttered a crisp, curt command of some sort. The lads could hear
footsteps hurrying hither and thither. Without doubt, the order that
meant their probable doom had just been given.
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