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"This is some secret passage put in by the friars, years ago," was Stover's comment, after several hundred feet had been passed. "Like as not they built it to escape in case the Injuns attacked 'em." "Well, if they did, it must lead to some place of safety," answered Dan. "I sincerely hope it does." Stover was still suffering great pain, and he had lost so much blood that he could scarcely walk.
"So he was," said John Stover, taking his pipe with decision and knocking out the ashes. "Drink was his ruin; but I wan't one that could be harsh with Eb, no matter what he done.
The curtains were drawn closely, and the arrivals were astonished to see a lot of Indian toggery piled up on tables and chairs, imitation buckskin suits, feathered headdresses, bows, arrows, tomahawks, and so forth. On Merriwell's table was a full supply of Indian red grease paint. "Oh, say," gasped Ned Stover, his eyes bulging, "what's this a powwow outfit?"
The dresser stood against the wall beyond the bed, and in its mirror he caught a glimpse of the face of the sick man. On that face, which should have been distorted with agony, was a broad grin. Brown found the little Stover man waiting for him in the kitchen. "Be you ready?" he asked. "Ready?" repeated Brown, absently. "Ready for what?" "Why, to show us round the lights.
Away he swept, with all the quickness of which his own wearied steed was capable, and Poke Stover followed him. The white mustang saw them coming, and set off into the timber on a feeble run. The course of the pursued creature was around the northern approach to San Antonio and then toward the Medina River.
"I think he's really the hombre behind Major Stover," Wise spoke up. "He owns the ranch to the north o' the S Bar, and from what I hear, Stover has been tryin' to buy it fer him." "Oh," The Kid murmured, "let's wait fo' him then, and heah what he has to say." Accordingly, the four men drew up to a halt and wheeled about to face the oncoming ranchman.
"Chest-weight chest-developer." "Oh!" Stover examined the device curiously, "I thought a chest- developer came in a bottle." Fresno explained the operation of the apparatus, at which the cow-man remarked, admiringly: "That young feller is all right, ain't he?" "Think so?" "Sure! Don't you?" Fresno explained his doubts by a crafty lift of his brows and a shrug. "I thought so at first."
Willie looked chagrined. "This ain't their habitat," added Stover apologetically. "Well, he ought to have meat, and it ought to be wild raw, if possible." "There ain't nothin' wilder 'n a long-horn. We can git him a steer." "You are sure the meat isn't too tender?" "It's tougher 'n a night in jail." "There ain't no sausage-mill that'll dent it." "Good! The rarer it is the better.
I've got a score to settle with him." The Kid remained unmoved in the presence of this peril. He was still smiling. "Yuh'll never live to get those cattle across the line, blast yuh!" snarled Stover, trembling with rage. "It was a pretty little scheme, but it failed to work. And we've got the S Bar where we want it, too. No, yuh don't! Just keep yore hands over yore head."
"The convent yard is taken!" was the cry. "To the convent! To the hospital!" And as quickly as it could be done the Texans left the yard. In the crowd were Dan, Stover, and Henry Parker. As the latter turned, a Mexican under-officer aimed his pistol at the young man.
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