Anyway, we've got our work cut out for us to-night.

We must be far from the border by morning.

There's a train from Juarez about midnight." There were many questions which Fremont wanted to ask Nestor as the boys, each busy with his own thoughts, crossed the bridge, after giving a password supplied by Colonel Wingate, and took train at Juarez for San Jose, but he remained silent.

He wanted, among other things, to ask why they were going to San Jose so directly--as if the town had been the object of the journey from the beginning.

He saw, however, that Nestor, who was becoming a good deal of a mystery to him, did not care to talk, and so he held his tongue.
Long before noon on the following day, after a comfortless ride on a bumping train, the boys found themselves at San Jose, a scraggly town on the west shore of beautiful Lake de Patos.