"We've got to go and find him.

Was it Fremont who was taken ?" he added, turning back for a moment.
"The boy we saw told us his name was Smith," laughed the lieutenant.
"He probably thought you were after Fremont," Nestor said.

"We must hasten up there, after we do a little important business here." Lieutenant Gordon and the patrol leader conferred together for some time, and then instructing Shaw to make his way to the camp as quickly as possible, the little force of six awaited the arrival of the other party.

In half an hour they came up, panting, their horses having been left behind as not being adapted to mountain work.

When they stepped out on a little plateau they found themselves looking into the muzzles of six automatic revolvers, held in the hands of the civil service men and Nestor.
"You are Don Miguel ?" asked the lieutenant of a tall, well-dressed man who was in the lead.
"What is the meaning of this outrage ?" demanded the man addressed.