Having some acquaintance with automobiles, Tim had cranked up and leaped into the vehicle, speeding straight to camp, where he gave the alarm.

Men answered by hundreds, Mendoza keeping his Mexicans in camp to watch the property there.
Harry was aroused by the tumult, for he had just gone to his room, intending to turn in.
Having roused the camp, Tim ran the car back to town at the head of the swarming little army and returned to the spot where he had seized the automobile.
"It's all over now, old fellow," Tom declared to his chum cheerily, rising from his office chair as one of the whistles blew and the men knocked off for their noonday meal.

"What happened last night won't happen again." "Just the same, Tom, I almost wish you'd carry a pistol after this," Harry remarked, as the two engineers went to their horses, mounted and started toward town for their own meal.
"Bosh!" almost snapped Tom.

"You know my opinion of pistols.

They are for policemen, soldiers and others who have real need to go armed.