Dismounting some distance from the hut, Billy
approached cautiously, since the world is filled with dangers
for those who are beyond the law, and one may not be too
careful.
Billy could see a light showing through a small window,
and toward this he made his way. A short distance from
Jose's is another, larger structure from which the former
inhabitants had fled the wrath of Pesita. It was dark and
apparently tenantless; but as a matter of fact a pair of eyes
chanced at the very moment of Billy's coming to be looking
out through the open doorway.
The owner turned and spoke to someone behind him.
"Jose has another visitor," he said. "Possibly this one is less
harmless than the other. He comes with great caution. Let us
investigate."
Three other men rose from their blankets upon the floor
and joined the speaker. They were all armed, and clothed in
the nondescript uniforms of Villistas. Billy's back was toward
them as they sneaked from the hut in which they were
intending to spend the night and crept quietly toward him.
Billy was busily engaged in peering through the little window
into the interior of the old Indian's hovel. He saw an
American in earnest conversation with Jose. Who could the
man be? Billy did not recognize him; but presently Jose
answered the question.
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