The Broncho Rider Boys with Funston at Vera Cruz

The Broncho Rider Boys with
Funston at Vera
by Frank
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Title: The Broncho Rider Boys with Funston at Vera Cruz Or,
Upholding the Honor of the Stars and Stripes
Author: Frank Fowler
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The Broncho Rider Boys
With Funston at Vera Cruz
OR
Upholding the Honor of the Stars and Stripes
By FRANK FOWLER
AUTHOR OF
"The Broncho Rider Boys with the Texas Rangers," "The Broncho
Rider Boys at Keystone Ranch," "The Broncho Rider Boys Down in
Arizona," "The Broncho Rider Boys Along the Border," "The Broncho
Rider Boys on the Wyoming Trail."
[Illustration]
A. L. BURT COMPANY NEW YORK.
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THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS WITH FUNSTON AT VERA CRUZ
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THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS WITH FUNSTON AT VERA CRUZ.

CHAPTER I.
A DARING ADVENTURE.
"Let me look, Billie," and Donald reached out his hand for the field
glass through which Broncho Billie was gazing down from the summit
of Real del Monte upon the plain of Quesco, through which the
Pachuca river winds its way. "Maybe I can make out who they are."
Billie handed over the glass without a word and stood expectant, while
Donald scrutinized closely a body of horsemen--twenty or more in
number--which had halted beside the railroad that connects the little
city of Pachuca with the City of Mexico.
"They are not soldiers, that's certain," was Donald's comment after he
had inspected the riders carefully for a couple of minutes.
"That's what I thought," from Billie. "They look like a bunch of
vaqueros to me; but what would a crowd of fifty cowpunchers be doing
in a country where the only cattle are goats?"
"That's right!" laughed Donald, greatly amused at Billie's odd
expression, "but still that is what they appear to be. Perhaps they are
expecting a drove of cattle up on the train."
"More likely they are expecting a load of bullion going down to the
City of Mexico," remarked the third of the party. "What do you think,
Pedro?" turning to the fourth of the boys who composed the quartette.
"I am afraid you are right, Adrian," replied Pedro, with an accent which
denoted that of the four he was the only one who was not of an
English-speaking race.
"You don't think they would hold up a train in broad daylight, and that
not more than five miles from town, do you?" queried Billie.
"If they are what I suspect," declared Pedro, "I think they would hold it
up at the station, if there were only a few more of them."

"And what do you think they are?"
"I think they are Zapatistas."
"What are they?" asked Donald.
"Followers of the bandit leader, Emilio Zapata."
"Which side does he belong to?" asked Adrian. "Huerta or Carranza?"
"Neither. He is simply a bandit, and his followers prey upon any whom
they find unprotected."
"And do you really think they are going to hold up and rob the train
from Pachuca?"
"Sin duda!" meaning without doubt.
"Then we must prevent them," declared Donald emphatically.
"What business is it of ours?" asked Billie. "If one bunch of Mexicans
wants to rob another bunch, especially if the second bunch are
Huertistas, I don't know that it is for us to interfere. I'm not looking for
trouble."
"You're not afraid, are you? If----"
"Say, Don," interrupted Billie, "what's the use of always asking such
foolish questions? If I remember rightly, the last time you asked me
that question was up on the Rio Grande a year ago, about the time that I
was swimming rivers and breaking into prisons with the Texas Rangers
to get you and Ad out of trouble. Now why----"
Donald held up both hands.
"That's enough, Billie," he laughed. "I'll take it all back. Of course
you're not afraid. But I insist we must prevent this hold-up."
"And again I ask, why?"

"Because there may be women and children on the train and----"
"That's enough," exclaimed Billie. "You needn't go on with the rest.
But what's