When they were some distance off, and still going, judging by the sound, the boys walked back to the tents and tried to sleep, but the excitement of the time was too much for them, and they could not keep their eyes closed.
After a time there came a commotion in the valley below, from the direction Nestor and Frank had taken.

There were shouts of rage and then shooting.

Jimmie was on his feet instantly.
"They're attacking Nestor," he cried, "and I'm going down there to help him." Before Fremont could protest the boy was off, scrambling down the mountain in the darkness like a goat.

At first Fremont thought of following him, but he was very tired and sleepy and so gave it up.
He crept back into a tent and threw himself down on a blanket, closing his eyes only for a moment, as he thought.
Jimmie pressed on down the slope for some distance without discovering the source of the disturbance, then turned back.

When, near the tents, he turned and looked over the valley, a torch far below was spelling out "O.K." "There are a lot of Americans mixed up in this," the boy thought.
"I've heard that this revolt was being financed and executed by our people, but I did not believe the story.