A small Mexican boy no older than eight came up to him and offered to protect his car radio.

Jim returned to the cave with a 15 year old Mexican boy.

Then I saw a little Mexican boy, eight or nine years old.

I had the Mexican boy get his father; they'd take care of the coach and horses.

The Mexican boy and his father were both up on the boot.

The Mexican boy was looking all round, his black eyes shifting this way and that.

The Mexican boy had pulled back from her and was laughing.

Why had she ever become attached to the Mexican boy.

What if the Mexican boy gave her description to him?

The Mexican boy sat down in his corner and waited.