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Alvarez Lazaro bowed himself out of the office with the grace of a Frenchman. Old Gripper stood quite still a number of moments, frowning deeply. "Confound it!" he cried. "The impression that I have met that man grows stronger and stronger. But where where?"
Those hills, some of which are more than 500 feet high, command the town. The Castillo de San Lazaro is seen from afar rising like a great rocky pyramid; when examined nearer its fortifications are not very formidable. Layers of clay and sand, belonging to the tertiary formation of nagelfluhe, are covered with bricks and furnish a kind of construction which has little stability.
This picture is attributed to an obscure painter, Lazaro Tavarone, of whom I can learn nothing more than that he was employed in the Escurial about 1590. The beautiful small "Conception" by Velasquez, in the possession of Mr.
"You are so kind so tender of heart!" sneered Lazaro. "Paugh!" He made a gesture of anger that was precisely the same as Del Norte might have done. Strange there was something about this old man that so powerfully resembled the youthful Del Norte! "You have his manner, his voice, his eyes! You might be his father." "I am simply his friend, Alvarez Lazaro his friend and his avenger!" "Then you "
"It is in the name of the Sambo that we speak to you here." "It is in my own name that I speak to you." "Do you not fear that he will find your presence in the suburb of San Lazaro at this hour unaccountable?" "I am where my fancy and my will have brought me." "Before the house of the Jew?" "Those of my brethren who are disposed to find fault can meet me to-night in the mountain."
"Señor Hagan escaped from the fire?" questioned the boy. "Oh, yes, he got out all right." "But not Señor Lazaro?" "I think Señor Lazaro ended his career right there. After the engines came, at a time when the building was wrapped in flames, he appeared at an upper window. The smoke cleared for a moment, and the glare of the fire showed him plainly.
"And yours is one no man should forget, sir. I presume I am mistaken." Lazaro paused at the door. "If you found it convenient to bring along one of your associates in this railroad deal, say Señor Hatch or Señor Bragg, I should be glad." "Not likely I can. It is barely possible I might bring Merriwell." "As I understand, he is too young, Señor Scott. I had rather meet men older and wiser.
When Jalisco had been removed in the ambulance, Merry sought for Bronson, and finally found him. "Did you get Lazaro?" he asked. "Couldn't find the fellow," was the regretful answer. "In that mad turmoil it was impossible to do a thing." "I wonder what has become of him?" said Frank.
"What will be the par value of the stock?" "One hundred dollars a share." "Then," said Alvarez Lazaro, with perfect nonchalance, "you may put me down, if you are willing, for one thousand shares." Old Gripper blinked. "That is one hundred thousand dollars," he said. The Mexican bowed. "Which will be as much as I care to invest in a single enterprise."
Hatch in it, Merriwell's story was listened to with the greatest interest, and he was given the assurance that, in case Lazaro still lived, no stone would be left unturned in the effort to capture him. From police headquarters the three friends of college days visited several pawn shops, where Morgan recovered his clothing and trinkets.
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