Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 26: what you’re looking at

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a Oo FRANK MERRIWELL IN MEXICO. ol gilla el Alto like the rattling fire from a more holes in yer. I can’t and a place whar ~~ Hine of infantry. | you’re touched by a bullet an’ I’m blowed - - After that first shot Bushnell lowered ef I "low you broke a bone | when ye - the muzzle of his weapon, as, in most: tumbled from ther hawse.’ | cases at short range, his motto was to} ‘The professor sat up with asudden snap. ““shoot low,’’ for he well knew more lead| ‘‘What’s that??? he cried. ‘I’m not - could be wasted by shooting too high shot? I’m not all broke up? Is it possi- _ than in any other manner. ble? Can I believe vou?”’ ~~ Tn about three seconds he had thrown | ‘‘Vah,’? nodded Hans, gravely ; ‘“Tcan the pursuing bandits into the utmost con-| ‘belief me. You vas all righdt brofessor - fusion, for they had never before encount-; ‘und dot is sdraight. ” ered such a reception in Huejugilla ell "Wow !’? shouted Scotch, bounding to - Alto, and it was the last thing they had! his feet like a rubber ball. Thats what expected. With all possible haste, they | ‘T call great hick! Why, I thought I must reined about and took to flight, hearing: be killed sure! Idon’t know how I es- the bullets whistling about them, or feel-. .caped all those bullets. And then the fall! ¢ their horses leap inadly at the sting of Providence must have been. with me. lead or go plunging to the ground. = «| ‘Vell, I don’d know apoudt dot oetere The inhabitants of the town: had fled | you come der town in,’’ said Hans; ‘‘but. - ‘bandits, so there was little danger that you, brofessor.’ any of Bushnell’s bullets would reach in The landlord of the hotel came bustling + mote ent persons. : -up.in a perfect tumult of terror, wringing The confusion and rout of the. “pandite: his hands and almost weeping. . cwas brought about in.a few seconds, and = “Oh, senors!? he cried, in Spanish, Bushnell was heard to mutter: ‘‘what have you done? You have ruined “One white man is good fer a hundred | ime You stopped at my house, and you _onery greasers aly. time! Ther derned ‘shoot the ladrones. Ah, senors, you know ski auks hain’t got a blamed bit of sand!’ not what that means to me. Pacheco will Frank ran andl lifted the fallen profes- come down on me—he will raid my house, into their houses before the rush of the you vos alone mit yourself when we saw _ sor, flinging the man across his shoulder, ;I am a ruined man, and you are responsi- — and carrying him into the hotel. ‘ble for it. You must leave my house with-- Hans followed with frantic haste, and out delay! If you remain here, the whole -» Bushnell came sauntering lazily in after- town will rise against me! All the people the bandits had been routed and driven will know this must make Pacheco very back. | ‘angry, and they will know he must take “Are you badly hurt, professor ? asked | rev enge on the place. They will be angry Frank, anxiously. — iwith me because I allow it. Carramba! “Pm killed!” groaned Scotch, dole-! ; i How could IJ help it? I could do nothing. fully. ‘I’m shot full of holes, and every It came, and it was all over before I know bone i in my body is broken! Farewell, my: | what was doing. ‘. Senors, you must have boy! We'll meet in a better land, where | pity on me—y ou must leave ‘my house there are no bandits to molest or make |immediately.”” afraid.” Bushnell caught enough of this to ‘“Where are you shot ?”? ‘translate it to the others. ‘(Rverywhere—all over! You can’t | ““Ther best thing we kin do is ter git touch me whereIam not shot! They fired out instanter,’’ he said. ‘‘Ef we wait, more than four hundred bullets through | ither outlaws will watch every road out of me! Jam so full of holes that I wonder | ther town, an’ we'll hev trouble in eittin’ - you can see me atall!?. — away.”? Bushnell made a hasty examination of} ‘‘Then let’s get away immediately,’ ” the professor, who lay on the floor, groan-/ fluttered the professor. ‘YF I fall into ing faintly, his eyes closed. their hands again, I’m a dead man!” . ““Yeok hyar, pard,’’ said the Westerner! ‘‘Yes, we will get out immediately,’ de- — roughly ‘‘ef you want ter ‘pass in yer chips! cided Frank; : “but we'll do it as secretly yell nev ter stand up an’ met me puta few! land silently as poss sible,’ in comicboo! S (CO)