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"I'll tell them it is a charm. They'll believe it and it will make me that much more valuable. Now go!" Without wasting more words the boys put spurs to their horses and were soon out of the basin and on their way to Pachuca. "It seems like a year since we came down here," remarked Adrian to Billie as they galloped along. "It sure does," was the reply as Billie rubbed his stomach suggestively.
"I suppose I can sit in the office and gab with Sam," he growled, but Sam had disappeared. Scott picked up a newspaper and lit another cigarette. Suddenly, the door opened and Clara, visibly excited, appeared, followed by Hard. "Mr. Scott, what do you think? We've just seen Juan Pachuca," declared Clara. "Sure enough? I suppose he could slide over the border if he wanted to. Where'd you see him?"
Foreigners used to point out such villages to us, and remark that they seemed "well organized," a small joke which unfortunately bears translation into all ordinary European languages, and was inflicted without mercy upon us as new comers. We reached Pachuca early in the afternoon, and took up our quarters in the inn there, and our friends went on to Real del Monte.
"If you ask me, I'd say it was more than you deserve," replied Matt, tersely. "I'm going out to sit on the stairs. If the lady wants to stop and visit with you she can, but don't you try no monkey tricks because they won't go down. I'm heeled." Pachuca shrugged his shapely shoulders, seated himself and began to eat. "I am hungry," he admitted. "I have had what you call a hard day's work."
"I hid in the car and made him come back," she added. "But I was afraid we were off the road." "You were," said Scott, briefly. "I saw your lights from the hilltop and came over this way. He was putting one over on you all right." He tossed into the back of the car some of the stuff which was in his way and took the seat beside Pachuca who preserved a sullen silence.
The two Mexicans who evidently understood little English, though the magic words, "hands up," probably penetrated their darkness, glanced at Pachuca for orders. The latter turned his horse and rode to the edge of the arroyo. He was his usual jaunty self, a little travel worn, but not dulled. "Señor Scott?" he asked, peering through the dusk. "What do you want?"
"Well, its first work had better be to line Angel and a few more of his kind up against a wall and settle 'em with a firing squad," said Scott. "That's what I think," declared Mrs. Conrad. "I don't put much faith in this regiment business. I think Pachuca has simply gone back to first principles and run amuck." "I don't believe " Polly stopped, consciously.
Pachuca, having a Latin dislike for fresh air in the sleeping-room, closed the window angrily and threw himself down on the mattress. It was hard and there was no pillow. The blankets he would need to keep him warm. Pachuca, though used to hardships, dearly loved his comfort. He glanced around the room again; an old office coat hanging on a peg in a corner caught his eye. It would do for a pillow.
"I hope so, but it seems to me you're going to have so many people to settle with that some of us are going to come out at the little end. Of course, your car will help some." Pachuca frowned. "Señorita," he said, gravely, "I must have the car and I must get away from here to-night. Much depends upon it. Won't you help me?"
Polly had been a little surprised to see the fat ladies array themselves in goggles before descending from the train, and had laughingly refused an offer of his own from Juan Pachuca, who promptly put them on himself.
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