It was, as has been said, a brilliant moonlit night, and, from the elevation where the boys were, the valley below lay like a silver-land of promise.
"It is a beautiful country," the drummer said, as they paused to rest on a small shelf in the rock.

"It is a rich and fertile country, too, one of the most desirable in the world, but I'm afraid the people don't get much out of life here." "They are selfish and cruel," Jimmie said, "and no nation of that stripe ever prospered.

What they need here is less strong drink and more school-houses--more real freedom and less mere show of republican government.

We read up on Mexico in the Wolf Patrol when this trouble broke out.

We always do that--keep track of what's going on in the world, I mean." "I know something about the country, too," the drummer said, looking in admiration down on the beautiful valley below, bathed in the sweet moonlight, "and sometimes I wonder that the people are as decent as they are.