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/ ‘STon’t there reom for one more: >’? one of them asked. ‘* There a to be,’’ Trim responded, who had climbed into the box and was now sitting on his bag, ‘‘but I Bombe it in this case.’’ ‘‘No,’’ answered his driver, sharpl y ‘There is not room for one more.’’ With wits he premeked his whip, shouted to the mule ; the Seeey ¢ conveyance started off. . Tru n laughed quietly. “My driver knew more than I thought he did,’’ he said to himself. “Nice thing it would have been to ask | es to go on to Puebla in this. “There? s hardly room for me and my bag, and as. for cierort well, I’d a little 225 rather be 1n an easychair. *: Oe A Ae , ' : rk e rs e shal ing up he ever experienced. ae As seceded of the roads in Mexico are rw fii ag | a *% , . HF a 5 | ‘ { * it was pevident from the Saeco: that the en nailed on to Trim was getting * “about the worst ante nave * was somewhat surprised a b pposec aca Be it was due to the li A moment later this was hidden from view by trees. After a few minutes they came to the top of the hill and the driver stopped his mule in order to let Trim climb aboard again. There was a sound of wheels. ahead of them. ‘““More wagons,’’ said~the driver, ing to meet the Grain at the vie” This proved to be the case. Half a doxen of them passed and sje noes the hill. the deter 3 apais sat upon the pole. The mule was prodded and started for- ‘*o9- ward. The darkness was now more. densé than ever, for they were proceeding through a forest. m could not have told whether there was a road ahead or behind, for it was too dark to see the beaten path. None of the wagons carried any lights, and he wondered what would happen: it hey should meet another. Tass es. ‘‘How can you tell which wer turn ?’’ he sad the aveetnid the sak of passing time with | conversati “The mule knows,’’ wa ‘Can 1 he § see in the dark 7 gp eS) : “Not at all, senor, he knows the way. ” _ The driver d id not seem tobea talkative atercatiied to Trim, the detective soor gave up trying to converse with him. _ They went on in silence therefore some distance further. - Then the mule stopped. fo eee ot heard the d river spe the animal. =e back into the box and. = person, and as ‘noghing: he said was very :