Adventure, June 1911 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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268 and pointing to the windows of the “Di anthe.”’ “Oh, please,” Levering timidly, shades down?” “T see no reason why,” said Gelbhauser sourly. ‘‘Isn’t it just possible,” said Diana dryly, “that the sight of us at our fifth meal may be a little irritating to people who may have difficulty in getting two?” His heavy face flushed unpleasantly. ““You’ve become inoculated with British- Mexican Socialism, I see, but I shall pay no attention to them. It is not our affair if they choose the vicinity of our car for their meeting.” “Revolution, run away, Come again some other day, Little Hermie wants to play!” chanted Tommy softly, and the Misses Levering giggled nervously. Gelbhauser, who had caught the drift, wheeled on the boy with his face stormy, but a stone whizzed through the window, grazing his cheek and just breaking the skin. “That settles it!” he shouted, running into his state-room, while a pocket edition of pandemonium reigned in the car, and re- turning with his revolver. “‘Gelbhauser, are you crazy?” cried Chase, springing at him. ‘“ What——” “T’ll show you!” he screamed furiously. *“T’ll show you how to deal with these cat- tle!”’ Shaking off the restraining hand he fired into the crowd. There was a cry of rage and pain, and then all that had gone before in the way of noise became as the calm of a Summer day—shrieks, curses, a fusillade of stones, a knife which gleamed past Diana and imbedded itself in the wall. Chase and Tommy sprang to the doors, calling to the rest to pull the shades, and the members of the ‘“‘Dianthe’s” party looked at each other in pallid silence while the menacing roar grew louder. Then, sud- denly, a new note was added to the tumult —a shout which sent the color flooding back into Miss Millard’s white face. “I knew he would come for us!”’ she said, with a little laugh, and Tommy threw open the door to admit Blythe-Masterson, breath- less and imperative. “Quick!” he gasped. “You'll have to run for it! I heard they were meeting, and hurried to ” He looked at the pistol in Gelbhauser’s limp hand. “You had the bad luck to wing Florenzio—the vision- cried the younger Miss “mayn’t we have the chap, and there’s the deuce te pay! Adventure Get the women out of the window on: that side— it’s dark—Romaldo’s there—he’ll take you to the hacienda! Quick, I say! Ill stand. them off here till you get a bit of a start! ¥ Tommy and Chase had flown to obe¥ him as he spoke, but Herman, Jr., brand- ished his pistol hysterically. “Am I tc abandon my car to these savages?”’ ‘““Man alive!” shouted the Englishman, “T’ll do my best to save your car, but I'm trying to save your skin! Quick, I tell you!” . He opened the door and shouted somet in Spanish to the mob, then slammed: it again and ran to Tommy and caught -his arm. ‘“Isay, you'll look after her?” *-+.: “Bet your neck!” said the hoy. brielly,, and Blythe-Masterson wént out on the: plat: form and shut the door behind him.. ae nee] LHE elegant Romaldo wasreceiv=. a ing the limp and terrified ladies: e from the arms of Tommy and: Chase, and when they were all on thé’ ground he pointed to the left, motioned for. silence,-and set off through the dark ata run, the Americans stumbling after him. Diana had been the last to be ‘lifted down, ‘and she clutched Tommy’s hand and. ‘hung. back. “What will they do to him?” she. whis- pered fiercely. ‘We can’t——” “Come along!” said Tommy impor- tantly. “He told me to take care of you!”’ Diana stood still. “Tommy, did he, hon- estly? When? What did he say?” “Come on!” panted the boy, pulling her. ‘“‘Do you think this is a pink tea? Hurry!” From the other side of the car they could hear the Englishman’s voice in earnest ex- postulation, and the yells and hisses of the crowd. “Tommy, they’ll kill him! leave——”’ “Now you’ve done it! They’re coming round! Pull that thing over your face. Sh! Back into the shadow!” A section of the crowd swayed round the end of the car, and Tommy dragged Miss Millard deeper into the shade, creeping be- side the car to the end of it, then stumbling and pushing through the friendly dark, jostled by the mob, whiclt was bréaking and surging to all sides. Théy ‘made ‘a. We can’t spurt to a freight-car, and ‘edned against “it, gasping. “Sh!” breathed Tommy.’ “eye. anybody COmiclbooks (©