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"We can't," retorted Reade. "We'll have to wait for the firemen and their ladders." "Ladders -nothing!" retorted Dave, though his voice was weak and husky. "We'll make our own ladders. You, Holmes, get over against that wall. Hazelton, you beside hind Reade you climb up onto their shoulders. Now, Dan you climb up on Reade's shoulders, and you'll reach that roof up there!"
"You can't go out there, Mr. Hazelton. No more lives are to be wasted." "Let go of me, I tell you!" "No, sir!" insisted Foreman Payson firmly. "Let go of me, or I'll fight you!" "You'll have to fight, then," retorted Payson doggedly, maintaining his grip on the lad's coat collar. "Comeback here!" Aided by another man, the foreman dragged Hazelton back to the platform.
"I'd like to pull in seventy-five dollars, for we need every penny of the latter amount." "We might get along with seventy," hinted Harry Hazelton. "Suppose we say seventy dollars as the lowest possible price that we can consider." "Sixty-five dollars, anyway," urged Dan Dalzell, otherwise known as "Danny Grin." "What's your own idea, Dick?" asked Tom Reade, as the distant whistle sounded.
Just after breakfast Harry Hazelton had borrowed the only horse in camp, belonging to Jim Ferrers, their cook and guide, and had ridden away for the day. Barely had Hazelton departed when Alf Drew, hungry, lonely and wistful, had happened along. He asked for "a job." There really wasn't one for him, but good-natured Reade created one, offering five dollars a month and board.
"Bring a rope along, too!" called another man hoarsely. "Get two rails and one rope!" proposed a third bad character. "The other kid doesn't seem to be sassy enough to need a rope." "Gentlemen," broke in Harry Hazelton gravely, "if anyone of you imagines that I'm holding my tongue because I disapprove of my partner's course, let me assure you that I back every word he says."
So her name was Hazelton. Admiration over the manner in which she had held the men at bay before Dunlavey got to his feet still lingered; she had impressed him deeply. But a deeper satisfaction overshadowed his thoughts of the girl, for he had slugged Dunlavey, his father's enemy. His satisfaction grew to amusement. Did Dunlavey know who had slugged him?
And, though we are neither as numerous in population, or as progressive as your own great country, still Mexico has greater possibilities than the United States." Tom was too polite to argue that point. And Harry Hazelton, whom a seventy-mile ride in an automobile over dusty roads, that day, had rendered very drowsy, didn't consider an argument worth while.
"There's only one thing you need to be afraid of if you take the Coyote trail, an' that's Ed Hazelton. Ed gets spells when he's plum crazy. He's Nellie Hazelton's brother her that Dunlavey was pesterin' when you slammed him." He laughed again, significantly.
"Can I serve you further, now, caballeros" inquired Nicolas, with great respect, "or shall I bring you the remainder of your breakfast?" "Bring us the rest of the breakfast, by all means," begged Harry, and the servant left them. "Why did you tell him not to mind the butter?" grunted Hazelton.
Harry, too, looked rather unsteady in his gait by the time he joined them. The last few yards he tried to run along the wall. Tom thrust out an arm and caught him just in time. "You've been hurt, Harry!" gasped Tom. "Yes, and I guess I'm a bit weak, even now," Hazelton mumbled. "Hurt? Look at this."
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