"It shall be done as you wish, Senor Grayson," he said.
"Ah!" thought Billy; "the foreman of El Orobo. I wonder
what business he has with this old scoundrel--and at night."
What other thoughts Billy might have had upon the subject
were rudely interrupted by four energetic gentlemen in his
rear, who leaped upon him simultaneously and dragged him
to the ground. Billy made no outcry; but he fought none the
less strenuously for his freedom, and he fought after the
manner of Grand Avenue, which is not a pretty, however
effective, way it may be.
But four against one when all the advantages lie with the
four are heavy odds, and when Grayson and Jose ran out to
investigate, and the ranch foreman added his weight to that of
the others Billy was finally subdued. That each of his antagonists
would carry mementos of the battle for many days was
slight compensation for the loss of liberty. However, it was
some.
After disarming their captive and tying his hands at his
back they jerked him to his feet and examined him.
"Who are you?" asked Grayson. "What you doin' sneakin'
'round spyin' on me, eh?"
"If you wanna know who I am, bo," replied Billy, "go ask
de Harlem Hurricane, an' as fer spyin' on youse, I wasn't; but
from de looks I guess youse need spyin, yuh tinhorn.
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