"We must act quickly, whatever it is," exclaimed Jack. "Thank
goodness, Coyote Pete is safe. The professor must be all right, too,
then. Look, there are the Mexican's horses off yonder. Let's make a
dash for them, and try to sneak out while they are still looking for
us."
"Do you think we can do it?" Ralph's voice was full of hesitancy.
"If we don't, we'll all be lined up with a firing squad in front of us
within the next ten minutes!" exclaimed Jack. "Hark!"
They could hear shouts and angry cries, above which Ramon's voice
sounded, as if he were narrating something.
"He's telling them about us," cried Jack. "Come on; there's not a
fraction of a second to lose."
Headed by Jack, the three Border Boys started on the run for the grove
in which the horses had been picketed. Some of the animals were
saddled and bridled, and for these they made a dash. They were not to
escape without some difficulty, however, for, as they placed their feet
in the stirrups, preparatory to swinging into the high-peaked saddles,
a dozing trooper sprang up from a litter of opened hay-bales.
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