"I've owned
this gun for years."
"I am rather a good shot," Alaire told her.
Paloma closed her lips firmly. "Good! Maybe we'll come in handy,
after all. Anyhow, I'll bet those Mexicans won't chase Dad and
Dave very far."
Jose Sanchez was true to his declared purpose. With a horse of his
own between his knees, with money in his pocket and hate in his
heart, he left Las Palmas, and, riding to the Lewis crossing,
forded the Rio Grande. By early afternoon he was in Romero, and
there, after some effort, he succeeded in finding General
Longorio.
Romero, at this time the southern outpost of Federal territory,
standing guard against the Rebel forces in Tamaulipas, is a sun-
baked little town sprawling about a naked plaza, and, except for
the presence of Colonel Blanco's detachment of troops, it would
have presented much the same appearance as any one of the lazy
border villages. A scow ferry had at one time linked it on the
American side with a group of 'dobe houses which were sanctified
by the pious name of Sangre de Cristo, but of late years more
advantageous crossings above and below had come into some use and
Romero's ferry had been abandoned.
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