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"And one that wouldn't look nice in moving pictures," Blake went on with a laugh. "You did me a good turn," he said to Ramo a little later, as he shook hands with the dusky guide. "I shan't forget it." "Oh, it wasn't anything to pop over an alligator that way," Ramo returned. "I've often done it for sport. Though I will admit I was a bit nervous this time, for fear of hitting you."
"Oh, Inez!" cried Cora, and in such a voice that Jack, who was just coming along with Walter, hurried up, inquiring: "What is it? What's the matter?" "Those papers Inez had, have been stolen!" cried Cora. "And Senor Ramo is missing has fled " "Hold on!" exclaimed Jack, laying a cautioning finger on his sister's lips.
"No person will ever know that I met you here," she returned so bashful, yet so persistent. "I have forgotten all my stories," I said. "Then, senor, I will go and find you another ramo of lilies while you think of one to tell me." "No," I said, "you must get no more lilies for me. Look, I will give you back these you gave me."
Jack made final and guarded inquiries, concerning Ramo, but learned nothing. Then, one fine, sunny morning in December, the little party of motor girls and their friends, who had so often made motor boat trips on the lakes or streams of their own country, set off in the Tartar for a cruise on waters blue. "All aboard!" cried Jack, with an assumption of gaiety he did not feel.
"Our thanks to Senor Ramo will have to wait," said Jack, as he turned away from the hotel desk to rejoin his party. "And now let's get together, see what we have to take with us, and plan our cruise. I'll look up this man Hendos, who owns the Tartar, and see what arrangements I can make with him. Where's Inez?" "Gone to her room," answered Cora. "I fancy we'd all better get ready for dinner.
The pilot was "dropped," and then began the real voyage of about fifteen hundred miles to San Juan. It was destined to be uneventful, so we shall not concern ourselves with it, except to say that though Mr. Robinson kept a close watch on Senor Ramo, he could detect nothing that could connect him with the imprisonment of the father of Inez.
So, watching his chance, he took the papers and fled to join his mutinous and smuggling comrades. But the fates were against him. Later, it was learned that Ramo had tried, through agents in New York, to get the papers from the Spanish girl. And the tramp in Chelton was, undoubtedly, one of them.
"I should not intrude my poor troubles on you." "Oh, that's all right," said Jack, good-naturedly. "We have a pretty big contract on our hands, and one trouble more or less isn't going to make much difference. Now don't forget every body mum on this robbery. We'll puzzle the thief!" "Do you think it, was Ramo?" asked Cora. "I don't know.
"If I'd known there were alligators in this river I'd never have gone so far from shore." "That's right," agreed Joe, looking around as though to make sure no more of the creatures were in sight. He saw none. On the shore stood Ramo, the guide, with ready rifle. "Feel better now?" asked Joe. "Yes, the cramp seems to be leaving me.
Following the shot, there was a commotion in the water. Amid a smother of foam, bright red showed. "You hit him, Ramo!" cried the Spaniard. "You hit him!" "I guess I did," the Indian answered. "But where is Blake?" That was what Joe was asking himself as he plunged on through the stream, using the Australian crawl stroke, which takes one through the water at such speed.
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