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"I think so," replied Pachuca, a little stiffly. "But, please, dear lady, do not get down in the dirt! I beg of you!" "I don't mind. I know every little pain an engine can have. I drove an emergency car at home during the war," said Polly, curtly. "Indeed?" Juan Pachuca's voice was cool. The young lady was business-like too business-like to flirt with and yet "No, it's not that."
If they haven't, get Morgan and tell him Pachuca's on the rampage. Did he say what was up? What he was doing this for?" he asked. "Not him," said O'Grady, disgustedly. "Bring out your dead that's Johnny Pachuca no flourishes about him." "You come in here with me and look at Joe Williams' arm," commanded Mrs. Van. "It don't look to me as if it was broke, do you think so?"
"Look here, Scotty, that's not the way to handle this affair," remonstrated Hard, barring Scott's progress toward the door and speaking with a warmth unusual to him. "Let's get hold of Penhallow and tell him that Pachuca's over on this side " "I don't need a sheriff to handle my affairs." "This isn't your affair, it's the Government's.
He was not, however, built for private life. Some of us are like that. We need the excitement and the stimulus of action to bring out our better points. Also, Pachuca's friends were not of the sort who cared much for the quiet life.
Scott stopped his horse suddenly. "What's what?" demanded the girl, startled. Then as he did not answer, but continued to stare in the direction of Athens, she cried impatiently: "What are you looking at? Tell me now this minute!" Scott took a pair of field-glasses from a case on his saddle. He handed them to the girl. "Does that look to you like Juan Pachuca's car down by the store?"
Then he would probably annex Pachuca's men and their plunder and go cheerfully on his way. That would be Angel's idea of the philosophical manner of handling the situation. Juan ground his white teeth in a fury. Again he hung out of the window. The moonlight was so glaring that he was easily visible had anyone been watching, but all the lights in Athens were out and the inhabitants in bed.
"It's Señor Pachuca's and we've got him, too," replied the girl, in an undertone. "And we've brought back some of the things they took." "Has Hard come back?" demanded Scott, as Mrs. Van came out to the machine. "No, and I wish he would. I'm worried about Jimmy Adams. Where are you going to put that chap?" asked Mrs. Van, eyeing Pachuca resentfully.
Another raid?" growled the sleepy Bostonian, who had dozed peacefully through Pachuca's first attempt. "No. The guy's got away," snapped Scott, angrily. "Well, we didn't particularly need him, did we?" observed Hard, sitting up reluctantly. "We needed his car and needed it bad," said Scott, viciously. He tramped out of the room, while Hard reached drowsily for his clothes.
"A military guy over in Conejo told me that he'd had orders to clean up the state, so when Tom wised him up to the fact that Pachuca and Angel Gonzales were doping it up to meet somewhere around Pachuca's place, he sent a troop of men down there, cut Angel off and smashed up the whole business." "Get their men?" "Got Angel, but Pachuca slid out." "They let him probably." "Maybe so."
Polly shook the curls out of her eyes and slammed the cover of the radiator. "Where do you think it is? You ought to know something about this car; you've been driving it." Pachuca's eyes danced. What was the use of being stiff with an American? They were all alike the men after money, and the women after what they called independence!
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