After we get across the Rio Grande the danger will decrease." "It makes me feel happy again," Fremont said, after putting on a new, cheap suit and tinting his face, "this idea of meeting a different sort of danger.

I can't stand this lurking peril--this obsession that some one may spring out upon me from some dark corner at any minute.

Get me out by a mountain camp-fire, old fellow, and I'll be game for anything." There was a short silence, and then the boy went on.
"I don't understand exactly why you are heading for Mexico, but one country is as good as another just now.

The police over there are said to be in close touch with those here, and to be brutal in their handling of prisoners.

However, let us make up our minds that we will have nothing to do with the police." "We are going to Mexico for three reasons," Nestor said, in a moment.
"I can't tell you all about the three now, but one is to get you out of the way until the real criminal is discovered.