"Viva, Obregon," shouted the attackers.
The rebels on the northern rampart of hills defending the natural
amphitheatre where the Calomares ranch was located, fell back
hurriedly. They were outnumbered.
Out of the huddled buildings, which the boys had only glimpsed at the
rear of the great ranch house boiled scores of rebel soldiery,
rubbing the sleep from their eyes, hugging their rifles as they
trotted forward in bare feet. Within the house, the search for Jack
was temporarily abandoned, while the peppery little Don Fernandez
Calomares, alarmed at this night attack which might mean that the
government troops were in force, hastened to take command outdoors.
To Bob, who having crossed the crest of the hill had shut off his
motor and volplaning, the shots and cries of the attackers came
distinctly. He had intended making a hazardous landing beyond the
rebel lines and returning afoot to try and rescue Jack. But this
newest development in the situation caused him to open the motor and
start to spiralling upward.
CHAPTER XXVII
SENORITA RAFAELA
Meantime, what of Jack.
After bowling Muller over and fleeing from the sentries drawn by the
latter's shout, Jack ran through the great arched doorway into the
left wing of the palace.
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