Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 12: what you’re looking at

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| 29, | FRANK MERRIWELL IN MEXICO. “How you toldt dot vos der finger uf “Finish the story.’ “Sour son, mister??? “Well, when I received that letter I “ Dhat’s it, that’s it—how could you immediately hastened to this land of “tell 2” . : ‘bandits and half-breeds. Idid not have ee “My son—my own boy—he added a, three thousand dollars, but I hoped that “Hine to the letter, stating that the finger net I had would be enough to solten ‘had been taken from his left hand, and | Pacheco’s heart—to save my poor boy.’ “that. Pacheco threatened to cut off his | ‘And you failed ??’ fingers one by one and send them to me if; .The old man groaned again. - I did not hasten with the ransom money.”; ‘‘My boy is still in Pacheco’s power, _. “Dot seddled you!” - a - You recognized the handwriting as that of your son?”? “J did; but I. recogniz-:d somethiag world! Failed—amuiserably failed!” are you t1ying to do?” » aud Ihave not a dollar left in all the “Well, what do you hope to do—what | - desides that. san . “Raise five hundred dollars. a ‘“What>?”? ‘“How?”? The finger. | | “Tn any way.” “Oh, you may Have Been, mistaken in| ‘‘By begging?” : a that—surely you may.’ : . “¥ do not know how. Anyway, ‘any: “YT was not.” | way will do!” “How do you know?’ . “But you cannot raise it by ae gging in. > “By a mark on the finger.” this land, man,’? said the profeésor. “Ah! What sort of amark?? — “This is aland of beggars. Everybody a **A peculiar scar like a triangle, situ-|seems to be poor and wretched.”’ “ated between the first and second joints. ‘But I have found some of my own * Besides that, the nail had once been ,countrymen, and I hoped that you might > “crushed, after which it was never per-'have pity on nme—oh, I did hope!’ fect.” , | What? You didn’t expect us to give - “That was quite enough,’’ nodded Pro-/ you five hundred dollars?” “fessor Scotch. “Think of my boy—my poor boy! ¥Vah,’' agreed Hans; ‘‘dot peen quide | Pacheco has threatened to murder him by enough alretty. 2 inches—to cut him up and send him - to _ Still Frank was silent, watching and/me in pieces! Is it not something terrible eine missing not a word that fell from | to contemplate?’ the man’s lips, missing not a gesture, “Vell, I should dink id vos!” gureled failing to note no move. the Dutch boy. This silence on the part of Merriwell; ‘But how did you lose your. money pr, “seemed to affectsthe man, who turned to! ‘I was robbed.” _hiim, saying a trifle sharply: | ‘*Rabbed ??? Boy, boy, have vou no sympathy with | Ves.) “me? Think of the suffering I have-passed | | ‘“By whom??? through! You should pity ie.” ‘*Pacheco.”’ “What are you trying to a9 uow?’| ‘*The bandit himself?” asked Frank, quietly: : Veg)? ~. ““J.am trying to raise some money to; ‘‘How did it apnea 2”? “fansom my son.” | | “T fell into his hands.” But I thought you did raise money.” it ‘‘And he took your money without set- “tS I did, but not enough.” | ‘ting your son free’ pr COMIC OOOKS. COM