It all takes some time
to tell, but it didn't take two minutes to do, and in another
minute we could hear the Mexicans close. On they came: we knew now
that they had passed the Cap, and we clutched our rifles tight and
peered out through the leaves. On they came, and we could see El
Zeres riding first, with the bloodhound trotting along by the side
of his horse. Just as he was opposite we heard a loud, shrill
whistle, and the Mexicans halted with a look of uneasiness. They
weren't left to wonder long, for in a moment there was a trampling
of horses, and down came our fellows on both sides of them. Just
before they got up we stepped forward with our rifles up.
'El Zeres!' Rube shouted, and startled as the Mexican was, he
looked round. He had just time to see who it was, when Rube's ball
hit him in the head, and down he went as dead as a stone. The hound
turned and came right at us with a deep growl of rage. I sent a
ball through his chest and rolled him over, and just as I did so
our fellows came down upon the Mexicans. It was a fierce fight, for
the Mexicans were in a trap, and knew that there was no mercy for
them. Rube and I sprang out and paid a good many of 'em off for the
scare they had given us. We wiped them right out to the last man,
losing only six ourselves.
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