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"He's a cool one!" murmured Merriam, admiringly. While Pachuca had drawn the attention of the Americans by his sudden move in their direction, his two friends had ridden up behind him and stood with their guns ready for action. It looked like a deadlock. Scott dropped his gun to his side. "All right, put up your guns," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "We'll talk it over."
A few days previous to the one on which we find the four boys headed for the railroad to foil the would-be train robbers, they had come to Pachuca, which is located some sixty miles from the City of Mexico, on horses furnished them by Gen. Sanchez, to see the mines and the beautiful mountains overlooking the plains of Quesco.
When you've been around as much as I have, you'll know that means something." In the meantime, Scott, Hard, and the train gang, going down to the corral to investigate, found Miller lying as Pachuca had left him, in the middle of the road. He was regaining consciousness as they came along, and did not seem to be badly hurt, the knife having entered the fleshy part of the arm near the shoulder.
The girl's first inclination was to call Scott's attention to the Mexican; then she hesitated it would mean trouble. There would be fighting and someone would be hurt. Scott's back was toward them and he talked along quite innocent of the presence of Pachuca. While she hesitated the moment passed, the Mexicans were out of the room and she saw them mount their horses and ride off.
"Well, no, Villa's in a class by himself. You can't call a man who has controlled a state and who has dictated to presidents, a bandit, can you? He's on too big a scale. Pachuca took up banditry, in a gentlemanly sort of way; at least they say he did; nobody's proved it on him. He was undoubtedly with Villa at one time. He was with him when he stopped here and nabbed our horses.
In Pachuca, for example, this was said to be the universal practice; while in the mines of Chihuahua it would have been as dangerous as to do the same thing to a stick of dynamite.
Almost instantly, a light flashed in Scott's room and a head was thrust out of the window. With an exasperated groan Pachuca drew himself back again and waited. Scott's head was withdrawn, and two seconds later, Scott, himself, clad in pajamas and a bathrobe, dashed out of the cabin and was met by another figure which seemed to spring from nowhere.
Now that he was beginning to realize that the affair might have a different complexion that the girl had perhaps been overpowered and carried off he was furious in another way, this time against Pachuca and against himself. Mendoza had left his car outside his favorite saloon but the car was gone and so was Mendoza.
No revolutions up your sleeve, eh?" Pachuca chuckled. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, amigo," he said. "Would you take the advice of a friend, Marc Scott?" "I might, if you'd guarantee he ain't lying." "Then tell your people to close up their mine, take their women and get out of the country. There is trouble coming," and the young Mexican bowed politely to the girl and returned to his machine.
But I suppose a tiger cub feels soft and furry when it isn't scratching or biting." "Exactly. You can't tell about these fellows down here. Maybe Pachuca would have brought you over here safe and sound, and maybe he would have taken the south fork of the road down yonder and carried you off to his ranch to hold for a ransom." "Oh," said Polly, faintly, "what a dreadful country!"
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