Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 23: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL IN MEXICO, a another searching look, and the guide| own, accord. It was my intention to in- | estigate the mystery, but later SyEnt. 7 scowled at the ground inasullen way. | Now,” continued the Westeruer, | prevented. ” ‘wat I wauts ter know next-‘is wat yer| Frank then explained | about the kid- bron about Jack Burk. We had a place|/naping of Professor Scotch by the ban- — all agreed on ter meet w’en I returned, |dits, but he wusn’t thar, an’ I hed ter go it | Viile the boy was relating this, Bush-. 7 alone. That’s why Tm yere aloue. ” I neli was Closely studying the guide’s face, _ “It was not Burk’s fault that he did not as revealed by the firelight. Frank noted » meet you.”” ‘that a strange look seemed to come into. “Say you so? Then lay a straight trail: fer me ter foller.”’ to be. holding himself in check. ‘“He was sick.”? | When this explanation was finished, : ‘Is that whatever? Wa’al, derned ef I) Bushnell asked: could seem ter cut his trail anywhar Ti went, an’ I made a great hustle fer it? | **He was in the hut where you saw us. “Walal, dern my skin! Ef I’d snowed| thet, I’d made a straight run fer thet yere | ranch, bet yer boots! po | ‘He caine to the door and shouted to | |mended to y YOU. (Vas? “Vou don’t tell me thus! An’ I didn’t ‘Vou trust him fully ?? hear him! Wal’al, wa’al! Whar wuz my. ow e are obliged to ‘do so.° ither professor ?”? ‘“We are,’’ replied Frank. “You pet my life,’’? nodded Hans. ou in "Pacatteas) ?;” _ ears? Whar is he now?” Tg ’al, bovs, ef this yere critter can’t “Dead.” — jtake- wer straight ter Paclieco, nobody. Bushnell reeled. _ ikin.’ | “Is he that?” she gasped, recovering. | ag hat do you mean: 2) ‘‘An’ I didn’t get tosee him! Say, this : ‘Jest this!?- eried Bushnell, explos- clean upsets me, sure as shootin’!’’ ivel y; ‘this yere greaser galoot w’at yer - The man seemed greatly affected. — ‘calls Pedee 5 is nobody but exes ee -.* ~ “Poor ald Jack!” he muttered. “We? ve! “Who is Ferez??” made many. a tramp together, an’ we} ‘$T¥e’s Pacheco’s lieutenant!’ _l struck ft rich at Jast, but ‘he'll never git) Frank attered a cry of amazement and ‘ther good of thet thar strike.” janger, wheeling quickly on the Mexican, | Then he seemed to remember that he’ his band seeking the butt of a revolver. was watched by several eyes, and he | But the dark-faced rascal seemed ready — straightened up, passing his hand over! for such an exposure, for, with ‘a yell of : his face. | defiance, he dropped behind his horse, -**Tack shall hev a big monumint,’’ he! and the animal shot like a. rocket from — cried. ‘‘Tell me whar iny old pard is. the firelight into the shadows which lay planted.”? | ‘thick on ‘the desert. “Phat is something I do not know, Mr. Bushnell opened up with a brace of vee" Bushnell.”? volvers, sending a dozen bullets whist- “Don’t know? Why, how’s thet?”’ conds. Frank told the entire story of Burk’ Si At the first shot, Hans Dungerwust fell | The man was astonished, : Jing after the fellow in less than as many death and mysterious disappearance, to| off his horse, striking on his back on the: which Bushnell listened with breathless! ‘sand, where ‘he lay, faintly gurgling: interest. When it was finished, the man CTE you don’d shood der odder vay, I cried: | Mes ¢ a tead man!’ - ‘“Mhet thar beats me! I don’t under-| and the corpse did not walk away of its|that.he was forced to shoot by guess. the eves of the Westerner, and he appeared i | ‘And you are on your way ter Hueju-.- , | gilla el Alto with ther hope of rescuin’ . - “/Phis is the guide who was. recom- \ “Don’t let him escape with a ahele stand it none whatever.”’ | Iskin!?? shouted Frank, as he began to. “No more do I,’’? confessed Frank. | work a revolver, although he was blinded _ ‘’There is no doubt but Burk was dead, |by the flashes fram Bushuell’s wea pon so. connicbooks (CO) iin