THE HIDDEN CAR
Once they were in the car and on their way, winding along the Rio Grande
and breathing in the fresh, invigorating morning air, they felt better
about having had to start so early.
"We'll make the city early this afternoon, at this rate," Peggy remarked.
"That'll give us time to do a little sightseeing. I wish we didn't have
to go clear to Laredo before we cross the river. I'm eager to get on
Mexican soil right away."
"That's the way with me," Jo Ann added. "I wish there were a short cut
somewhere. It seems as if there ought to be."
When, two hours later, they stopped at a filling station in a little town
to get some gas, and Jo Ann made this same remark to the service man, he
looked puzzled and merely nodded his head. Florence, realizing that he
understood little English, began questioning him in Spanish.
All smiles on hearing his native language, he answered at once, "_Sí_,
there is a bridge you can cross here. They are putting in a new highway
across the desert, which joins the main highway from Laredo."
"_Bien._ I think we shall go that way," Florence replied. "It will save
us much time, will it not?"
"_Sí_--a little. It is about a hundred kilometers less, that way."
Florence smiled. "That is very good." Now that she was so close to the
country where her parents lived she was growing more and more eager to
get home.
"That desert road doesn't sound good to me," Miss Prudence put in,
shaking her gray head vigorously. "It's probably impassable. Ask him if
it's any worse than this one. I certainly don't want to get stranded in
the desert."
Florence obediently relayed her question.
"If there isn't any rain"--the man grinned and shrugged his
shoulders--"you can drive through all right."
Florence translated to Miss Prudence what he had said and added, "The
rainy season doesn't begin till September. We're not likely to have rain.
Look at the sky!" She gestured to the cloudless expanse of blue above
them.
"It's so dry and hot now it's hard to believe it ever rains in this
forsaken country." Miss Prudence hesitated a moment, then went on, "If
we'll save that much distance through this awful country, maybe we'd
better try it."
"Grand!" ejaculated all three girls together.
"Ah, how good!" sang out Carlitos in Spanish.
While Miss Prudence was still pointing out the country's bad points, Jo
Ann followed the man's directions and turned into the side road leading
across the toll bridge. With little difficulty she steered the car down
the narrow road, not stopping till they reached the bridge.
As soon as they had passed over the middle of the bridge, the girls and
Carlitos, to Miss Prudence's evident disapproval, exclaimed joyously,
"We're in Mexico now! _Viva_ Mexico! _Viva_ Mexico!"
As both Florence and Carlitos spoke Spanish fluently, it did not take
them long to answer the questions asked by the customs officials on the
Mexican side, and so they were soon permitted to drive on. They had not
left the river far behind before the vegetation began to change again to
the typical desert varieties, mesquite, chaparral, cacti--especially the
prickly pear and many other thorn-bearing kinds.
Miss Prudence expressed her opinion by saying in a disgusted tone,
"Desolation itself. I never saw so much land going to waste."
"But just think how fertile and productive the land is after it's
irrigated," observed Florence.
Miss Prudence passed over Florence's comment without a word and went on
to scold about the condition of the road. "And that man called this a
good road. I'd call it a series of gullies. It's practically impassable.
If it should rain----"
"It won't, don't worry," comforted Florence.
On account of the many washed-out places in the road, Jo Ann found that
she had to drive in low gear frequently. As a result the engine soon
became overheated and steam began to pour out in jets from the radiator.
"Oh, gee!" she ejaculated. "I'll have to stop now and get some water and
put it in the radiator." She drew her brows together into a frown.
"Where'll I get the water? We haven't a drop with us. Of all the
tenderfeet, I'm the biggest and greenest."
"We'll have to drive all the way back to the river--or maybe we can find
a water hole down toward the river. We might walk down that gully a piece
and see." Florence pointed to the deep cut leading toward the river.
"All right." Jo Ann drew the car up to one side of the road and stopped.
"What's the matter?" Miss Prudence called out anxiously.
"Nothing except our radiator's thirsty. I'm going down here and see if I
can find some water for it." She reached down and picked up a tin bucket
off the floor. "Who wants to go with me?"
"I'll go," Florence replied.
After eying the thick thorny vegetation on all sides, Peggy shook her
head. "Not I. I'd feel as if I were being electrocuted, walking through
all those thorns and stickers."
As Jo Ann and Florence were picking their way gingerly along the rocky
gully, Jo Ann exclaimed, "Why, look! Here're some automobile tracks, and
here's one that looks as if it'd been made just recently. I can't imagine
anyone's being able to get much farther down here."
"Nor I."
When they had gone several yards farther, Jo Ann noticed that the car
tracks led up the sloping left side of the gully. All at once she spied a
car hidden behind some bushes up on the edge of the gully.
"Look, there's the car!" she exclaimed, low-voiced, pointing to it. "Up
there behind that mesquite. Looks as if someone's tried to hide it there.
Something queer about that--suspicious. I'd like to go up and peek inside
it."
"Well, I for one am not going up to investigate." Florence caught Jo Ann
by the hand and pulled her along as fast as she could through the maze of
thorny plants. "You have entirely too much curiosity."
"It's enough to make anyone wonder, to find a car hidden in such a
desolate spot. Maybe"--she whispered her next word--"smugglers've hidden
it there. I'm going up and----"
"Oh, please don't--please----" Florence tugged at Jo Ann's arm, but in
vain.
Jo Ann turned back and started up the slope.
"Well, if you're bound to go, I might as well go, too. I'm not going to
stay here alone." After this whispered reply Florence began following
her.
Without speaking another word the two girls climbed on up the slope.
Cautiously they peeked through the mesquite and chaparral to see if they
could notice anyone in or around the car.
As soon as they were satisfied that there was no one in sight, Jo Ann
made her way up to the old Ford and peered inside, Florence close behind.
Both girls opened their eyes wide on seeing the quantities of pottery and
baskets piled in the back of the car.
Just as Jo Ann was about to whisper to Florence that she believed the car
belonged to smugglers, she suddenly noticed that there was steam jetting
out from the radiator. She pointed meaningly to the steam.
Florence caught the point immediately. Since the engine was still hot the
car must have been hidden there only a few minutes before. Without saying
a word she indicated to Jo Ann that they must hurry away.
Jo Ann lingered for one long keen-eyed look at the battered old car and
especially at the license tag. She was determined to be able to identify
the car if she should see it again. She felt that there was something
mysterious about its being hidden there. A moment later she followed
Florence back down the slope. Silently they continued on down the gully.
On noticing a path leading upward a few yards ahead on the left, Jo Ann
opened her lips to remark about it. Before she could utter a word, a
man's angry voice floated down, speaking rapidly in Spanish. What was it
he was saying? Something about----
Florence caught hold of her hand in a convulsive clutch, and she turned
to see Florence's eyes dilated in terror.
Simultaneously a second voice sounded, with an even more angry ring in
it.
"Hurry! Let's run!" Florence breathed.
To Florence's consternation, Jo Ann darted straight up the path. Just
before reaching the top she halted and peered cautiously in the direction
of the men's voices, then scurried silently back.
Together the two ran up the gully, not even halting when thorns tore
Florence's skirt and scratched a red gash in one of Jo Ann's legs.
"Those men must've said something terrible to scare Florence this way,"
Jo Ann thought as she ran. "All I could make out were the words 'money'
and 'thief.'"
On the two rushed, with only a hurried glance backward now and then.
When at last, panting and puffing, they reached the road, Jo Ann gasped,
"What'd--they say?"
"The first one said--'he's a thief--cheating us--I'm going to kill him.'"
"Wh-ew!" Jo Ann ejaculated while Florence was catching her breath. "The
other--what'd he say?"
"He said, 'I'll help--you kill him.' Then he said--something about some
packages weighing more than his enemy had paid them for."
"Did he say what was in the packages?"
"No."
"I believe those men are smugglers, don't you?"
Florence nodded. "I feel sure they are."
"Do you suppose they belong to that gang of smugglers the mystery man was
after?"
"Hard to say."
"I believe I'll know those men if I ever see them again--their car, too."
Jo Ann threw another hasty glance over her shoulder. "We'd better get
away from this place soon as possible."
"But the engine's so hot--and we haven't any water."
"Here's hoping the engine's cooled off by now."
When they reached the car, Jo Ann glanced anxiously to see if the steam
were still rising.
"Thank goodness!" she murmured as she saw there was no sign of misty
vapor rising from the radiator. "We'll get away from this spot in a
hurry."
When they reached the car, Peggy called out, "We'd decided you'd tumbled
into a water hole or the Rio Grande and drowned. What kept you so long?"
"Er--we----" began Florence.
Jo Ann broke in hurriedly with, "We couldn't find any water."
"What'll we do?" Miss Prudence spoke up quickly. "We can't go on without
water, can we?"
"Yes, the engine's cooled enough by now."
"But it would be the height of folly to start out on a desert road
without water."
By that time Jo Ann had started the car, but not before both she and
Florence had looked anxiously toward the gully.
"Something happened down in that gully that scared them," Peggy told
herself knowingly on noticing their anxious side glances and the excited
expression in their eyes. "As soon as I get them off to themselves, I'm
going to find out."