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Markley, baffled, turned with a red face toward Geisler. "It's all right for you to talk," he said in an aggrieved tone, "but we are all young fellows. We have our careers in front of us. We want to make something of ourselves " "Ach!" broke out the German explosively, waving his pipe about angrily, "make deaders of yourselfs. Dot is vot you shouldt do. Go on. Dere are your pay checks.
He rode up, as he spoke, on a big chestnut, which he had saddled and bridled faster than he had ever equipped a horse before. "All ready, sir," was the response, as Bob Harding swung himself into his saddle again. Geisler had run into the office. Now he reappeared, holding something under his coat. He approached Mr.
"It is too long a story to relate to you now, señors," rejoined Bob Harding, "I may tell you, though, that they are safe at the hacienda of a friend. But your boy is seriously wounded, and must see you at once." "Good Heavens, Geisler! This is terrible news, Mr. Mr. "Mr. Allen, of New York," put in Harding glibly. "Terrible news that Mr. Allen of New York brings us. You were with them, Mr. Allen?"
"If we failed now, it would be the bitterest moment of my life." But, as they came in sight of the tall stockade and the smokeless chimneys of the Esmeralda, they saw that their apprehensions were groundless. No sign of life appeared about the mine buildings. But presently, in answer to a long blast on the whistle, a strange figure came toddling out of the gate. It was that of Geisler.
"Nor had Madero's flying column, as he called it. But he found out a few hours ago. In the confusion I escaped and rode on here. I have a message for you from your son." "My son! Good Heavens! Is Jack in the hands " "He was a prisoner of Madero, but he has escaped, and is now lying wounded at a spot I will guide you to." "Himmel! Yack Merrill a prisoner, alretty!" gasped Herr Geisler.
Oh, not by a Vestphalia ham! Here I am, und here I shtay shtuck, py chiminy!" The mine owner gave his faithful super a grateful look, and then snatched up his soft hat with a brisk movement. "Come, Geisler," he said, "let us take a look around. Possibly, in the event of an attack, there may be one or two places that will need strengthening."
Merrill's side, and, while Bob Harding was leaning over examining his saddle-girth, the German slipped the object he held to his employer. "Idt's a gun," he whispered. "Keep idt handy. Py chiminy, I dink maype you need him pefore you get through." "With the insurrectos in retreat?" laughed Mr. Merrill. "Geisler, you are getting nervous in your old age. Come, Mr.
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