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The little Mexican pony shot like a bolt fro of carbines only served to add speed to its frightened feet Billy sat erect in the saddle, guiding the horse with his left hand and working his revolver ht

At abehind hi stood breathless and spellbound until he had disappeared into the gloo darkness to the north, then she turned with a weary sigh and resue whose head she bathed with cool water, while he tossed in the deliriu the heavens, the Pesitistas were rallying for a decisive charge, the hopes of the little band of besieged were at low ebb when fro of many hoofs

"Villa," moaned Westcott Clark, hopelessly "We're done for now, sure enough He must be coht of dawn they saw a colualloped forward over the flat earth, coine of destruction

The Pesitistas atching too They had ceased firing and sat in their saddles forgetful of their conteathered at the ss floating over 'euidons of the United States cavalry regiood?"

There was a hoop fro cavalry volley, and athee which is now history

Daylight had coures of the coure of a arb which more closely resembled the apparel of the Pesitistas than it did the uniforht Barbara's eyes were the first to detect him

"There's Mr Byrne," she cried "It ht the troops"

"Why, he hasn't had time to reach the border yet," reet back here with help"

"There he is though," said Mr Harding "It's certainly strange I can't understand what A across the border--especially under the present administration"