Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 25: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL IN MEXICO. _ : BB of ther bandit in ev’ry blamed greaser [| ever clapped peepers on. They’re oneryy they are.’’ Frank had noted that almost all West- erners who mingled much with the peo- ple of Mexico held Spaniards and natives alike in contempt, calling them all) ‘‘oreasers.’? He could not understand this, for, as he had observed, the people of the country were exceedingly polite and chiv- alrous, treating strangers with the utmost | |somewhat excited. | _ ‘‘On my life, I believe I hear the voice ‘(Mebbe another revolution has broke . ‘Best git out, ’? observed Bushnell, lazily. | under kiver, an? \ét ther circus go by. ” They could hear the clatter of horses? hoofs, the cracking of pistols, and a ming- _ ling of wild cries. All at once Frank of Professor Scotch !”” he shouted. “Vah!? said Hans ; courtesy, if courtesy were given in return. |dot, too!” Rudeness seemed to shock and wound thein, causing them to draw within them-/in,’’ said Bushnell. : selves; as a turtle draws into its shell. deed, so polite were the people that Frank caine to believe that a bandit who had de- cided to cut a man’s throat and rob him would first beg the man’s pardon for such rudeness and then proceed about the job clinging to. the back of an unsaddled ani-. — OThey may be bringin’ ther professor = CEE he’s thar, we'll In-| take an interest in ther case, you bet yer - boots!’ Into the hotel he dashed, and, in a mo- = ment, he returned with his Winchester. Along the street came a horseman, with the greatest skill, suavity, and gen-|mal, closely pursued by at least twenty tleness. Having settled at the hotel, ordered a square meal, and, when it was served, they proceeded to satisfy the hun- ger which had grown upog them with their journey across the desert. ; Bushnell also took care to look after the horses and equipments himself. “RE Perez calls fer his hawses, I don’t !rioht hyar an? want him ter git away with this yar bal- Joon an’ gas generator,’’ said the West- erner, as ‘he saw: the articles mentioned were placed under lock and key. ‘‘Ef we should lose them, it’d be all up with us so fur as gittin’ ter ther Silver Palace is | concerned. ” wild riders, some of whom were shooting Bushnell | at the legs of the fleeing horse, while one": was whirling a lasso. to make a cast that must bring the animal to a sudden halt. ‘““Ten to one the fugitive is the profes- _ sor!’? shouted Frank, peering taroug hs, the dusk. “Then, I reckon we'll hev ter chip in — said | Bushnell, 7 now,’’ lcalmly. He flung the Winchester to his shoulder, and a spout of fire streamed from the muz- zie in an instant. The fellow who was whirling the lasso flung up his arm and plunged headlong |from the horse’s back to the dust of the | Frank expected to hear something from |street. Pacheco as soon as Huejugilla el Alto was | reached, but he found no inessage await- ing him. ‘‘Poor professor!” he said. he has suffered untold torments since he was kidnaped.”’ ‘“Vah,’’ nodded Hans. ‘‘Uf Brofessor Scotch don’d peen britty sick uf dis vild life mit Mexico, vou vos a liar.” That night they were sitting otitside the hotel when they heard a great com- motion at the southern end of the town. “Vot vos dot?’ gasped the Dutch boy, in alarm. ‘‘Sounds like dere vos drouple aroundt dot logality.’’ ‘“That’s tight,’? agreed Frank, feeling for his revolvers; “and it is coming this _ way as fast as it can.” . ee ‘“Professor ! professor shouted Frank. |**Stop—stop here!” “Can't do it,” came back the reply. : ‘“T expect} ‘*The horse won't sto | “Jump off—fall othe vet off some way 9 ‘‘All right, here goes.’ In another moment Professor Scotch, for it really was the professor, flung him- self from the back of the animal he had tidden, struck the ground, rolled over and over like a ball, and lay still within thirty feet of Frank, groaning dolefully. | In the meantime, Al Bushnell was working his Winchester i In a manner that was simply amazing, for a steady stream of fire seemed to pour from the muzzle of | the weapon, and the cracking of the wea- ‘Pon echoed through the streets of Hueju- : Merriwell becaie : | “CT belief I hear comicboo S (©) iin