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"If you have no objection, Señor Americano, I will let my horse picket awhile, and rest myself; for I have ridden many miles since sunrise, and not a blessed 'barego' have I smelled." "You are at liberty to rest as long as you please: consult your own inclinations." And he turned away to his own horse, yet marked that the newcomer dismounted with some difficulty.

The newcomer was obviously a person of breeding and culture the sort of person who assumes without question the title of "Gentleman." The boy wore ready-made clothes and hobnailed boots. They remained within a few feet of one another for several moments, without speech. "My young friend," the newcomer said at last, "you will be late for your tea, or whatever name is given to your evening meal.

This was the prowler that had been making inquiries about them for some time past. But they looked at him with frightened curiosity, much as shy children stare silently at a stranger; and neither of them moved. The newcomer was a tall, burly man.

Master Meadow Mouse looked around. And there on a stick of wood just behind him was a plump gray person. The newcomer looked the least bit like Master Meadow Mouse himself, except that his tail was ever so much longer. "I'm Moses Mouse and I live in the farmhouse," said the gray gentleman. "I'm Master Meadow Mouse and I'm going to live in this woodpile," said the reddish-brown chap in reply.

By signs he tried to carry to the Ho-don the fact that he was following a trail that had led him over a period of many days from some place beyond the mountains and Ta-den was convinced that the newcomer sought Tarzan-jad-guru. He wished, however, that he might discover whether as friend or foe.

Confound the pirates!" After what seemed like the passage of hours, the boy heard a slight sound. Listening intently, he heard it repeated. Next a light was turned on from the same dark lantern. Behind the light Hal's dazzled eyes could make out the figure of a man. Toward him the light came, Hal blinking in the glare until the newcomer halted beside him.

He left the tent, but had hardly gone ten feet before a voice cried, "Hello, Russell! Are you in the thicket? This is Morton, the ranger." "Sure we're here," replied Charley, an expression of relief coming on his face. "We didn't know who it was and kept quiet until we could take a look. I'm coming out now." He hurried from the thicket and shook hands warmly with the newcomer.

This was not because Bell was charitable, but because if Harkness came down while he had any trade left, a capable rival might take his place. In the meantime, his customers gradually went to Bell, and now Harkness had failed there was no business to attract a newcomer. "I don't know," said Osborn, "I had thought of advertising the yard and store."

Someone beat him over the bean with a club. I'm going to get him a lift." The newcomer readily undertook the friendly task, and tied Aubrey's handkerchief round his head, which was bleeding freely. After a few moments the first Samaritan succeeded in stopping a touring car which was speeding over from Brooklyn. The driver willingly agreed to take Aubrey home, and the other two helped him in.

I carry some choice brands to obviate the necessity of drinking the home-brewed concoctions of the inn-keepers of this district." "Thank you," said the soldier, at the same time rising from his chair. "I have no inclination so early in the day." "Early?" queried the newcomer.

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