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Men could be seen moving about the laborers' huts in fact, there was an air almost of expectant bustle about the place. Shielding his eyes, Mr. Merrill gazed down toward the little town. His keen vision had caught the glint of a firearm of some sort between the legs of a man seated outside one of the huts. "These chaps must have advance information of some sort," he remarked to Geisler.
At the same moment that the occupants of the car sighted them, the pursuing insurrectos made out the automobile. Yelling at the top of their voices, they swept down upon it. "Let 'er out, and don't bother ter hit nuthin' but ther high places," Buck admonished Ralph, who now held the wheel. "If only I was certain that my boy and his friends were safe, Geisler, I wouldn't feel so much anxiety." Mr.
Allen, let's be getting forward, I can hardly wait till I see my boy." The horses plunged forward and clattered down the hillside. Geisler watched them till a bend in the road below hid them from view. Then he turned slowly to reenter the stockade. "Py chiminy," he muttered, emitting huge clouds of blue smoke, "I dink me dere vos a vood-pile in dot nigger, py cracious."
I don't suppose there are any rifle holes in the specie room are there, Mr. Geisler?" "Nodt a vun," rejoined the German, in a peculiar voice, and then they noticed, in the gloomy light of the closed-up place, that his face was ashen white. It was clear that the German was badly frightened. His knees seemed to be knocking together, in fact. Small wonder, too.
"If it isn't a saint's day carousal, it's a revolution, and if it isn't a revolution, it's a bad attack of aversion to work. I tell you, Geisler, the folks who are sympathizing with these insurrectos don't know the people or the country." "Dot is righd," rejoined Geisler, expelling a cloud of blue smoke. "De country iss all righd, but der peoples ach!" He spread his hands, as if in despair.
Ralph ran the locomotive upon a switch and locked the throwing lever. Then he followed the others through the gate of the stockade. As it closed behind them, Geisler let fall a stout wooden bar into sockets prepared for it. "I guess dot holdt dem for a viles," he said, as the bar clattered into position. But Jack's thoughts were distracted, and his manner absorbed.
They found, as Geisler had said, that in one of the boilers steam was still up. "Now let's take a look around here, sonny," said Buck, glancing about the walls as if in search of something. "Ah! Here we are, that will do." He pounced on a big reel of fire hose attached to the wall, as he spoke. "Fine! Couldn't be better," he continued, as he rapidly unwound it.
The voluminous Works of Saint Augustine, especially his "Confessions." Mabillon, Tillemont, and Baronius have written very fully of this great Father. See also Vaughan's Life of Thomas Aquinas. Neander, Geisler, Mosheim, and Milman indorse, in the main, the eulogium of Catholic writers.
Your boy was calling for you when I left." "Poor lad!" exclaimed the deluded mine owner, hastening toward the stable. "Geisler, you must stay and look after the place. How far is it, Mr. Allen?" "Not more than ten miles, sir," was the rejoinder. "I can ride there and back before dark, then," declared Mr. Merrill. "If the lad is strong enough to be moved, I'll bring him with me."
Evidently, as Buck had said, the intention of Madero was to "rush" the place. The mining village now seemed deserted, except for a few forms of women and children which could be seen flitting about. Evidently most of the men had joined the insurrectos, hoping to have a share in the loot when the time came. "Say, Geisler!" exclaimed Buck Bradley suddenly, "got any steam in the boiler?" "Ches.
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