"How will we do?" asked Jack.
Stone eyed them critically.
"To fellows that know Morales and Von Arnheim only by sight," he said,
"you will pass for them easily enough. Both of them are smooth-shaven,
which is unusual, for Mexicans and Germans both favor mustaches. But
that's all the better for you boys.
"One thing you want to remember," he said to Bob, "and that is to walk
pretty stiffly like you had a bone in your leg an' swallowed a ramrod.
That's the way Von Arnheim always steps out, An' both of you keep your
hats pulled down."
"Now you boys have got the bearings I gave you. You can easy enough
find the landing field, even in the darkness. It's a big meadow as
flat as a table, with the ranch house and outbuildings in a clump at
one end, an' the radio station with its big tower supporting the
antenna at t'other. Both places will be all lighted up, for Calomares
lives like one o' them old-time barons an' he's always got so many
men around the place he needn't fear nobody, so why put out lights?
He likes light. He's a bug on it, in fact."
"Suits me," said Bob. "That gives me some beacons to go by."
From the foregoing it will be seen that the boys had changed
materially their original plan of riding in as adventure-seeking
American youths to enlist in the rebel forces, and wait their chance
to effect the rescue of Mr.
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