THE FIGHT.
"Bring her here!" commanded the captain.
Several of his soldiers ran toward the old woman who set up a loud
screaming.
"Who is she?" asked the leader of the troops of Maximina.
"An old servant of Vasco's," replied the girl. "She knows all his
secrets and can tell where he has gone. He has several hiding places
about here."
Protesting and crying that she knew nothing and could tell nothing, the
aged servant was brought to the captain.
"Where is Vasco Bilette?" he asked.
"I know not! I have not seen him these three days!" she exclaimed.
"So," commented the captain, smiling. "We will see if we cannot refresh
your memory. Pedro, fetch my rawhide whip!"
At this the woman howled most dismally, and threw herself on the ground,
clinging to the legs of the men who held her.
"I cannot allow this," interposed Professor Snodgrass, to whom the
conversation, carried on in Spanish, was intelligible. "Even at the
cost of seeing Vasco Bilette escape I will not stand by and see a woman
whipped."
"But, señor, you do not understand the case," said the captain. "That
is the only way I can get the truth out of her. I must give her a few
blows to loosen her tongue. That is the only persuasion these cattle
understand; blows and money."
"Why not try the latter?" suggested the naturalist.
"Who has money to throw away on such as she?" asked the commander, with
a shrug of his shoulders.
"I will pay her," went on the professor. "See," he went on, taking out
some bank-notes. "Tell us where Vasco went and you shall have fifty
dollars."
The old woman glanced at the money, looked around on the soldiers and
glared at the captain, who was switching a cruel whip. Then she said,
sullenly:
"I will tell you, señor, but not for money. It is because you had a kind
thought for old Julia. Listen, Vasco has gone to the cave by the small
mountain."
"I know where that is!" exclaimed the captain. "Many a time have we had
fights there with the brigands. It is about ten miles off."
"Then let us hurry there!" cried Jerry.
The professor handed the old woman the bills. She took them, hiding them
quickly in her dress.
"The whip would have been cheaper," said the captain, with a regretful
sigh. "It is money thrown away."
"I have more to throw after it, if you and your men rescue the kidnapped
boy!" exclaimed the naturalist, for he understood something of the
Mexican character.
"Good!" cried the captain. "Come, men, hurry! We will wipe the brigands
from the face of the earth!"
Indeed, new enthusiasm seemed to be infused into the soldiers at the
mention of money. Those who had dismounted, sprang quickly to the
saddles, the bugler blew a lively air, and the troops started off at a
smart trot. Old Julia was left behind in the camp of the kidnappers.
The boys and the professor, with Maximina, in the automobile, followed
the troopers.
"I think there will be one big fight," said the girl, in English,
speaking to the boys. "Vasco has many guns in the cave."
"I hope it will be his last fight," said Ned. "I don't wish any one bad
luck, but I would like to see Vasco Bilette and his gang put where they
can do no more harm."
"The soldiers don't seem to take this very seriously," remarked Jerry.
"Hear them singing and laughing."
"They probably want Vasco to know they are coming, so they will not
take him by surprise," spoke the professor. "It's a trait of Mexican
politeness, I suppose."
The captain of the troop came riding back to the automobile, which had
kept in the rear of the horsemen.
"My compliments, señor," said the commander, bowing with a sweep of his
helmet to the professor.
"My best regards to you," replied the naturalist.
"We will be up to the vicinity of the cave in about an hour," went on
the captain. "Is it your desire to charge in the fire-wagon with my
troopers, or do you prefer to stay in the rear and watch us dispose of
this brigand?"
"We're not the ones to stay in the rear when there's fighting to be
done," said the professor. "You will find us in the fore, Señor Captain."
"Very good; but what about the girl?"
"I will stay with my friends," replied Maximina. "I am not afraid of
Vasco Bilette."
"You may stay with us," consented the naturalist, "but I must insist on
you getting down on the bottom of the car when the fighting begins."
"Fighting? There will be no fighting," said the captain.
"Aren't you going to tackle the brigands and get Bob?" asked Jerry, in
some surprise.
"_Caramba!_ The dogs will run when they see my troops," spoke the
captain, puffing out his chest. "They will not stand. That is why I said
there would be no fighting."
"I wouldn't be too sure," remarked the professor.
"You shall see, señor," went on the commander. "But now I must go back
to my men. My compliments, señor."
"Mine to you," responded the professor, not to be outdone in politeness.
The cavalcade moved forward for several miles. It was getting hot and
horses and men began to suffer. It was a relief when a small stream was
reached, where every one could get a refreshing drink. After a short
rest the command to move forward was given.
"What is that?" cried Jerry, suddenly, pointing ahead to where, on a
broad, level stretch of country, several small, dark, moving objects
could be seen.
"I will tell you directly," said the professor, taking a pair of
field-glasses from their case. He leveled the binoculars and gazed
steadily through them.
"It is Vasco and his party!" he cried. "I can see Noddy in his auto, and
there are a number of horsemen. They have not yet reached the cave.
Quick, Jerry, run the machine ahead and tell the captain!"
Jerry increased the speed of the auto. It ran up beside the trooper
captain, who turned about to see what was up.
"There are the brigands!" exclaimed the professor, pointing ahead.
"Hurry up and you can catch them before they get to the cave, where they
may barricade themselves."
"My compliments, señor; I thank you for the information," replied the
captain, bowing low. "Will you not smoke a cigarette with me?"
"I don't smoke!" snapped the professor. "Besides, we have no time for
that now. We must fight!"
"Exactly, just so," answered the easy-going Mexican. "Come, men!" he
exclaimed. "The enemy is in front of you! At them, and show what stuff
you are made of! Bugler, sound the charge!"
Instantly the troops were full of excitement. Men began unslinging their
carbines. They got out their ammunition and seemed eager for the fray.
The bugler blew a merry blast.
"Forward, my brave men! Cut down the brigands! Kill the kidnappers of
boys!" shouted the captain, waving his sword.
With a shout, the Mexican soldiers dashed forward to the fight. They
might be slow, and given to too much delay and politeness, but when the
time came they were full of action.
They yelled as they dug spurs into their horses, and the more excited
threw their hats into the air. Several discharged their carbines when
there was no chance of hitting any of the enemy. They were wild at the
thought of battle.
By this time the brigands became aware of the pursuit. Vasco Bilette
had, with a powerful field-glass, detected the advance of the horsemen
some time back. But an accident to the auto had detained them, and they
were three miles from the cave when he saw the soldiers dashing toward
him.
He and his men strained every nerve, but they soon saw they could not
get to their stronghold ahead of their enemies.
"We'll have to fight 'em," said Vasco. "I guess we can give 'em as good
as they send. Noddy and Dalsett, you keep an eye on Bob, and if you
get a chance, skip off with him. Go back to camp; they won't think of
looking for you there."
Ten minutes later the soldiers were within shooting distance. They
opened fire on the Mexicans, who, not daunted by the numbers against
them, returned the volleys. At first so great was the excitement that
no damage was done. But after a few rounds two of the troopers were
injured, and one of the Mexicans had to withdraw, seriously wounded.
"We must never surrender!" cried Vasco.
"Exterminate the brigands!" shouted the soldiers.
They came to closer quarters. The soldiers began to use their carbines
for clubs, not taking the time to reload. Then they drew their sabres
and charged the Mexicans under Vasco, who had drawn his force up in a
hollow square. Several on both sides were killed in this mêlée.
The boys and the professor, who, under the captain's later orders, had
kept to the rear, now came dashing up in the automobile. Maximina was
lying down on the floor of the tonneau, out of harm's way.
Jerry was keeping an eye on Noddy and his auto, and he noticed that the
machine, which, as he could see plainly now, held Bob, kept well behind
the brigands.
"We must get Bob, no matter what happens," said Jerry to Ned. "Look
sharp now. I'm going to try something."
"What is it?" asked Ned.
"Just you watch!" exclaimed Jerry. "Look out!"
He ducked, to avoid a bullet that sang over his head.
"What's the use of doing that?" asked Ned. "The bullet is past when you
hear it sing."
"Can't help it," replied Jerry.
The fighting was now at its height. Though the force on both sides was
small, the guns kept up a continuous fusillade, and it sounded as though
a good-sized detachment was going into action.
"No quarter! Not a man must escape!" cried the captain.
"Charge!" yelled Vasco Bilette, trying to urge his men to make a rush
and overwhelm the soldiers. "Charge and the day is won!"
With a shout, his men prepared to obey his command.
"Now is your chance!" whispered the brigand leader to Noddy. "Away with
Bob!"
Noddy headed the machine, containing the bound captive, off to one side.
"There he goes!" Jerry shouted, catching sight of the movement. "We must
take after him, Ned. Noddy has Bob with him."