"I'll make this old bus go."
"Not so fast, Senor," said Remedios suavely, and seizing Frank's arm
he whirled the young fellow about.
Frank looked into the muzzle of a revolver which Remedios held leveled
at him.
CHAPTER X
A BRUSH WITH THE ENEMY
"Crack."
The explosion of a revolver shot.
"Wow."
A yell of pain.
Remedios seized his shooting wrist in his left hand and danced up and
down in the road, while his weapon fell to the ground.
Frank, who a moment before had been gazing into the leveled weapon of
the traitorous Mexican chauffeur, whirled about to face his friends in
the car.
Smoking revolver in hand, Jack Hampton stood upright in the front
seat. It was he who had fired the shot.
"I didn't touch him," cried Jack, "merely shot his revolver from his
hand. Jump in Frank, for here come the bandits."
With a rattle and roar the car of the bandits approached, not the
length of two city blocks away on the desert trail.
Frank took in the situation at a glance.
"Crank for your life," he ordered Remedios. "Jack, keep him covered."
As the Mexican sprang to the crank, and started turning, Frank leaped
to the driver's seat of the flivver and manipulated throttle and
spark.
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