The Broncho Rider Boys with Funston at Vera Cruz | Page 2

the plan? We're a good ten miles from those chaps--unless
we had an airship."
"And then how far do you think it is?" queried Adrian.
"Well," replied Billie slowly, as he squinted up one eye, "I should say
they are about four miles away as the crow flies. But we are not crows.
By the Real road, it is at least ten miles."
"There must be a short cut somewhere," insisted Donald.
"There is," explained Pedro. "Just around the next turn in the road there
is a goat path that leads down to the river. If you are not afraid of
getting wet----"
"There you go," laughed Billie. "Afraid of getting wet! Just let's settle it
once for all that we are not afraid of anything that it is right for us to
do."
Pedro laughed good-naturedly.
"Well, then, since we are not afraid of getting wet, we can follow the
river for about two miles by fording it several times, and emerge on the
plain a mile this side of the clump of trees which hides those fellows
from the highway."
"And then what?" from Billie.
"That is as far as I've gone."
"Then you'll have to do better. Just as soon as we emerge from behind
those trees, we'll be a fair target. Four against twenty is 'most too much
on an open plain."
For several minutes no one spoke. It was Adrian who broke the silence.

"I think I see a way, not only to save the train, but possibly to capture
the bandits."
The boys looked up in surprise.
"Do you notice how the railroad curves in toward the hills just after it
crosses the river bridge?" he continued, pointing out the place he
meant.
"Sure, we see it," from Billie.
"Well, when we leave the river, instead of riding toward that bunch of
trees, we'll ride the other way. That will bring us to the railroad track
near the curve. Then we'll ride up the track. If we do not reach the
station before the train leaves, we can flag it. There is sure to be at least
half a dozen guards aboard. We will make ten. Most of the men aboard
will have revolvers. The result will be that instead of the bandits taking
the train by surprise, we will take them by surprise, and----"
"And the army that takes the other by surprise wins," finished Billie,
taking off his sombrero and bowing to Adrian in mock gravity. Then to
Pedro, "Let the scout lead the way and the army will fall in behind,
with the general at the head."
A laugh followed Billie's words, and putting spurs to their horses, the
four lads dashed down the mountain road upon their self-appointed
mission, which was by no means the first daring adventure in which
they had engaged; for the stories of the doings of the three American
lads in the quartette have furnished interesting reading for thousands of
American boys.
It is because of their numerous adventures and their skill as horsemen
that the trio has become known as the Broncho Rider Boys. Their
names are Donald Mackay, Adrian Sherwood and William Stonewall
Jackson Winkle, better known as "Broncho Billie." This latter name
was given him some two years before when he went to visit his cousin
Donald at the latter's home on the Keystone Ranch in Wyoming. It was
not given him because he was such an expert rider, but because he

could fall from his broncho pony easier than any boy in that section.
Rotund in appearance, he was as jolly as he was fat, and his chief
failing was his appetite. No matter what the hour, no one ever
mentioned eats that Billie was not hungry.
When he first came West he was supposed to be in poor health. It
speedily developed that such was not the case. He was simply hungry.
Months in the open air had enabled him to eat without fear and he was
now about the most robust specimen of boy that any one ever saw.
Donald, the oldest of the trio, was one of those level-headed chaps who
had a knack of doing the right thing at the right time. His judgment had
been proven good in many a tight place and under many thrilling
conditions. As a result, he was generally looked up to as a leader by the
others, although it must be admitted that Adrian was also a lad of sense
and plenty of nerve.
Adrian was the owner of a large Wyoming ranch, and one of the books
which has proved most interesting to American boys is known as The
Broncho Rider Boys on the Wyoming Trail, a story of how Adrian
saved his property from being taken away from him by a dishonest