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And this is another one of our Pony Rider Boys, Master Stacy Brown," said the Professor, presenting his boys. "Marquand!" exclaimed both boys under their breaths. "I am glad to know you, Master Butler. That was a very fine piece of work you did this afternoon. You've steady nerves." "If there's any credit due it is to you. Your suggestion helped me to win the prize.
The forenoon was a dreary time, but at noon the solicitor came, Mr. Marquand, of Wholeman, Sons, Marquand & Lidderdale. He was very genial and very appreciative of what we had done, and took off our hands all cares as to details. During lunch he told us that Mrs. Westenra had for some time expected sudden death from her heart, and had put her affairs in absolute order.
I don't want you to get hit," cried the boy's new friend, grasping Tad by the hand and starting off at a brisk pace. "Bullets don't scare me, so long as they don't hit me," laughed young Butler. The moon will be here in a moment." "What was it the old Pueblo chief said, Mr. Marquand?"
You have done me a greater service than you know. I thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart! Perhaps, ere long I may be able to show my appreciation in a more substantial manner." Marquand ceased speaking abruptly and began pacing back and forth, hands thrust deep into his coat pockets. He was a man of slight build, but strong and wiry. He was well past middle age, erect and forceful.
Professor Zepplin scooped up a handful of the coins and examined them under the lantern. "Old Spanish coins," he informed them. "Pure gold. And look at these nuggets! Where do you suppose the Indians found them?" "There are hidden mines in the State," informed Mr. Marquand. "Some of these days they will be discovered. I have been hunting for them myself, but without success.
Marquand sprang to one side just as a volley crashed through the opening, the bullets rattling to the floor after bounding back from the flint-like walls. "I guess they've got you, Mr. Marquand. We can't hold out forever. If we had rifles we could pick them off by daylight. But when morning comes they'll draw back out of revolver range and plunk the first man who shows himself outside.
Only that they intended to rid themselves of you after having obtained possession of your plans for finding the treasure, or at least learning where it is hidden." "Hm-m-m!" Mr. Marquand sat thoughtfully silent for several minutes, the lines of his face growing tense and hard. The boys could see that he was exerting, a strong effort to control himself.
After an examination of all the ruins Mr. Marquand had discovered what led him to believe that this was the structure which the old Pueblo chief referred to in his description of the resting place of the treasure. The chief had said he had never been near the spot.
The prosperity of Princeton is largely due to Marquand and Bonner. the great Cooper Institute for the free education of poor boys and girls, in the applied arts and sciences, will endure as long as New York city, as a monument to the intellectual forethought and noble munificence of Peter Cooper.
Those within did not have time to listen to the demands of those in the hall, who were demanding admission. Mr. Marquand, as soon as he got his opponent down, quickly disarmed him. "Get up!" he commanded. "I don't want to kill you. I ought to do so, but I won't."
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