TO THE RESCUE
"I may be wrong," said Mr. Temple, thoughtfully, "in giving my
sanction to this plan to rescue Mr. Hampton. But I do not believe so.
And, all things considered, it seems the best if not the only way out.
"I have been accustomed to regard you as mere boys, but the conduct of
every one of you in our adventures lately shows me you are able to
think and act for yourselves. Yet I don't know. Jack, you and Frank
are motherless. But--if anything happened to Bob--his mother never
would forgive me."
"Say, Dad, forget it," grumbled the big fellow to hide his emotion. "I
can take care of myself."
His father's eyes lighted approvingly as they surveyed his truly
heroic frame.
"Yes, I guess you can," he said. "And you carry a cool head, too. At
any rate, I've given my approval."
He smiled whimsically, then looked from one to another of the three
eager young fellows.
"My daughter Delia was right," he said. "When I left home she said I
was wrong to think of you any more as youngsters, and that the first
thing I knew you would be making use of your wit and ingenuity to take
care of me. And now her words in a measure are coming true."
All four were grouped around the dining room table. For several hours
plans for the rescue of Mr. Hampton had been discussed and rejected.
Out of it had grown a plan which called for a daring invasion of the
enemy's territory by the boys.
Mr. Temple had impressed upon them the necessity for preventing the
United States government from being involved in the situation. He had
explained a number of angles not made clear before. Among other
considerations, he said, was the fact that practically all the Central
and South American republics were jealous of their big Yankee
neighbor.
"If our government were to make a hostile move toward Mexico," he
declared, "the other Latin republics would misconstrue our motives.
They would consider that because of our size we were acting the part
of the bully in order to reap financial benefit. They call us the
'Dollar Republic,' you know. Our interests in Central and South
America would suffer a severe setback."
Accordingly, it was distinctly up to the boys and Mr. Temple to effect
Mr. Hampton's rescue themselves. And out of the discussion had grown
the plan to have Jack, Bob and Frank make their way to the Calomares
ranch and offer their services to the rebel forces in the guise of
young Americans who were seeking adventure.
Once within the rebel stronghold they would bide their time and await
an opportunity to free Mr. Hampton and escape with him.
"I, for one, won't be content until I get back our airplane," said
Frank, when the details were being discussed. "Probably we shall be
able to recapture it, and then we can all four make our escape in it.
The 'plane carries three easily and can be made to carry four at a
pinch."
"Hurray for you," cried Jack, delightedly. "That's a real idea."
"I'll say so," declared Bob. "We can do it, too. I know we can."
Carried away by the boys' enthusiasm, Mr. Temple nodded approval.
Jack said he was certain enlistment in the rebel forces would offer no
difficulties. From Tom Bodine, the guard at the radio plant, with whom
he had had many conversations during the past two months about
conditions on the border, he had learned that adventurous young
Americans fought frequently on one side or another in the Mexican
revolutions.
"I can speak Spanish pretty well, too," Jack pointed out. "And Bob
and Frank have a smattering of the language, which they picked up from
me."
It was true. Two years before Jack had spent his summer vacation in
Peru where his father was engaged at the time in inspecting mining
properties. Jack had learned considerable Spanish during his stay and
on his return home had continued his studies of the language.
Moreover, he had aroused the interest of his chums to such an extent
that they also had begun to study Spanish. Often, when by themselves,
the three boys spoke to each other in the language. Spanish, by the
way, is the easiest of all foreign tongues to learn, as, unlike French
and Italian, all letters are sounded, and the grammar is very simple.
Mr. Temple was not to accompany the boys because, in the first place,
his age and distinguished appearance would arouse suspicion. Young
fellows riding in to enlist in the rebel forces was something that
could be understood. But in his case it would be a different matter.
He would stay at the ranch with Rollins, whom he decided to give
another chance. Rollins knew the business details of the oil
operations and unless he were retained the work could not go on. For
that reason, and also because he believed Rollins was truly repentant
for his treachery and would be faithful in the future, Mr. Temple
retained him.
Rollins had supplied valuable information for the expedition. He gave
the exact location of the Calomares ranch, in a valley amid low
mountains more than one hundred miles to the south.
There were two possibilities that the boys might be recognized for
what they were: if Remedios should arrive at rebel headquarters, or if
Von Arnheim or Morales recognized Bob as the youth who had foiled them
on Long Island. Neither was very likely. Remedios, they learned from
Rollins, had no intention of leaving the district because even if the
boys tried to cause his arrest he had a mysterious political pull with
the American officials, practically all of whom were of Mexican
descent. As for Morales and Von Arnheim they had had only a fleeting
glimpse of Bob and he could disguise his appearance sufficiently to
make that of no account.
"Well, boys," said Mr. Temple finally, "if we all were back in New
York under normal conditions I should consider this just about the
craziest notion ever, and never would consent to your carrying it out.
But out here, amid these changed surroundings, it seems the natural
thing to do. For the life of me I can't bring myself to feel any
alarm."
"That's right, Dad," said Bob. "Don't you worry. We'll be all right."
It was now late afternoon. Tom Bodine was to escort the boys to the
border as soon as darkness fell, making a big swing around Ransome,
so as to avoid notice, and set them on their way. They would travel by
horseback, all three having ridden since childhood. There were a
number of good mounts in the corral from which to select.
The boys planned to ride the major portion of the night until they
should reach a cave in the first of the Mexican foothills, where they
would spend the next day in hiding. Tom Bodine knew the cave of old
and was able to give the boys the location of certain landmarks which
would make it easy for them to find it. The following night they would
continue their journey, and this should bring them to the Calomares
ranch on the morning of the second day.
"Time to get ready," said Mr. Temple, looking at his watch. "And,
remember, the very first thing you must try to do is to get into their
radio station and call me. Day or night, the men here will be watching
for your signal and will call me. I'll be mighty anxious about you. So
remember."
"We shall call you, sir," said Jack, as the boys moved away. "And
don't worry. I'm sure we'll come out all right."