interest, then began to talk to each other. "Perhaps we can get some information, José," said one, in Spanish.
"Perhaps we shall get a bullet," answered his companion, grimly. Nevertheless, he consented to enter the building, and both passed through the great doorway of the warehouse.
Hardly knowing how to receive the newcomers, Larry stepped for a moment behind a bin of rice. But then, as the pair moved toward where Luke lay, he raised his gun threateningly.
"Halt!" he called, as sternly as he could. "Halt, or I shall fire!"
"We are betrayed!" roared one of the Spaniards, in his native tongue. "No shoot! no shoot!" he added, in broken English. "We mean you no harm."
"Up with your hands, then," went on Larry, resolved to make the most of the situation, even though the gun was empty; and four hands went promptly into the air, for the two men before him were as cowardly as they were unprincipled.
There was an awkward silence for several seconds, while boy and men surveyed each other. Larry lowered the gun slightly, but still kept his
