Somethin' must be done quick!" "I don't believe they will shoot him," the drummer said, tentatively, hesitating for an instant.
"If that big lobster gives the order to do it," Jimmie said, his eyes flashing, "I'll get him before the order can be obeyed.

They may get me after that, but I'll have the satisfaction of knowin' that I got to him first.

Now, run!" The dawn was strong in the east when the drummer disappeared down the side of the mountain.

It had been an eventful night, a long one to the boy standing there watching for an opportunity of making his presence known to the prisoner.

There was a deal of talking going on in the group about the prisoner, but Jimmie could catch only part of what was said.
The soldiers--if the ragged, sullen-looking natives might so be termed--talked fast and in a villainous tongue which did not seem to be Spanish.