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He was a sullen-faced fellow wearing a fur cap and a nondescript uniform, with an assortment of weapons thrust in his belt, according to the custom of the Balkan guerrillas, and with two bandoliers, stuffed with cartridges, slung across his chest. He was as incongruous a figure in that pleasant German countryside as one of Pancho Villa's bandits would have been in the Connecticut Valley.
The gate reported by phone when Mac and Pancho went through, then there was a long wait. Tom Preston, John Gordon, and Rick had an early breakfast in the security chief's office. Just as they finished breakfast, the communications outfit on Preston's desk buzzed. "Playboy One to Playboy Base. Come in." Preston thumbed his microphone. "This is Playboy Base. Go ahead." "Deadrock here, Tom.
Behind him, on a brown horse, was Pedro, his lieutenant the same monosyllabic Pedro, faithful unto death, and now as clean as a whistle. "Ah! my frand!" Pancho said, as he bowed again, "How glad am I to see you. You glad to see me, too, eh?" Lucia also had come to the door; likewise Angela but the latter was still a bit timid.
Pancho rode the pack-mare into the village of Concepcion, and busied himself on the way catching butterflies and trying to grasp the multi-colored humming-birds hovering over the equally beautiful passion-flowers growing in the bushes on each side of the path.
'Well, said Jack, when quiet was restored, 'I am going a little distance up the Pico Negro trail; there are some magnificent Spanish bayonets growing there, and if you'll let me have Pancho, Uncle Doc, we can bring down four of them and lash them to each of the corners of Elsie's tent, they'll keep fresh several days in water, you know. 'Take him, certainly, said Dr. Winship.
Uncle Henry wanted to know; but his tone was not querulous; it was plaintively sweet, and it held a note of invitation for everyone. Laughing, they all sat down, but not before Pedro had been asked in. The frightened cook the same who had been drunk that fatal evening when Pancho first arrived scurried here and there, eager to serve the distinguished guest. "You all right!" Lopez told him.
I stood watching him, choked with rage and indecision. The humming broke into words. "'Oh, quarter, oh, quarter! the jolly pirates cried. Blow high, blow low! What care we? But the quarter that we gave them was to sink them in the sea, Down on the coast of the high Barbare-e-e." "Here, you swab," he cried to Thrackles, "and you, Pancho! get some wood, lively! And Pulz, bring us a pail of water.
And not that I hate them, bah! what are those heretic swine to me? But thou dost comprehend me? It galls and pricks me to see them swelling themselves with stolen husks, and men like thee, Pancho, ousted from their own land." Clarence had halted in utter bewilderment. No one was visible before him, behind him, on either side.
And she couldn't read either, so somebody must have told them to her. Not everything comes from books, you see." "Yes," said Doña Teresa. "I heard them from my mother when I was a child, and she couldn't read any more than Pancho and I can. But with these children here it will be different. They can get stories from you, and out of the books too.
"We don't go back to the base every night," Big Mac said. "Pancho and I do our job when there's work to be done. Other times we do what we want. If anyone at the base needs us, they know where to come." Rick thought that over. It seemed reasonable. He asked, "Is it okay to ask what you do?" "Sure it's okay. We're radar operators. We track the rockets on a radar set from a field station."
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