Penny Dreadfuls, 1896 · page 29 of 35
Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 29: what you’re looking at
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FRANK MERRIWELL IN MEXICO. | nn, a there—my other brothers, my cousins, | und purn der balace up,’ suggested Hans, 7 my relatives. They will all stand by me, with an air of very great wisdom. and they will be ready to avenge Pacheco. The wrath of my people shall fall on the head of the impostor! .You wonder why IT warn you? I will explain. You are| bound far in the mountains, and the false Pacheco will follow. If you are captured, silver,’ siniled Frank. You needn’t worry about thet.”’ ‘“‘T scarcely think they would be able to : burn a building made of stone, gold, and — Wa? al, not much,’? said Bushnell. - ‘Ther palace will be thar when we arrive. he may turn back. I want him to follow | They were very tired, and, feeling se- | you—I want you: to lead him into the} cure i in the depths of a narrow ravine, snare. That is why Iam here, and that is|they soon slept, with the exception of why I have warned you, senors. It is} Frank, who had the first watch. done, and now I will go.” The moon came up over the mountain _ He arose to his feet, heedless of Bush-|peaks, which stood out plainly in the — nell’s command to ‘keep still,’? and/|clear light, every gorge and fissure being — strode toward the horses. They saw anj|cut. black as ink, and ‘showing with won- extra animal was there, and, ina moment, | derful distinctness. he had flung himself on the creature’ s| The shadow was deep in the narrow back. {ravine, and Frank sat with his back toa — ““ Buenos dias, senores.’ | wall of rock, looking upward, when he. | A clatter of hoofs, thie: flutter of aj was startled to see a figure iise in the poncho, and a crimson serape, and Rodeo’s| bright moonlight. horse was galloping up the ravine that! On the brink of the ravine above stood _ still led deeper into the mountains. - Man {a man who seemed to be peering down at and horse soon vanished from view. '|them. vs : & Awaken!” cried this man, in a loud L : a | - voice. ‘Vou are in great danger a CH APTER XI. The cry aroused every sleeper, and : Bushnell started up with his Winchester THE AWAKENING VOLCANO. _ {clutched ready for use. , “Two days later, shortly after sunset,| .W'atisit?” he asket, _ the party camped far in the depths of the Frank clutched his arm, gasping: sierra Madre Mountains. The words of Rodeo, the half- 534 had proved true, for they were pursued to life: | _by the bandits, but, thanks to the skill of. He pointed at the man on the brink of Bushnell, they had been able to give the | the ravine above them. The light cf tie | moon fell fairly on the face of ‘this Wh, | desperadoes the slip. “By ther end of smother day we oughter be able ter clap our peepers on, ther Silver Palace,’”? declared the West-| -erner. | Professor Scotch was now as eager as! atiy of them to see the wonderful palace, | Pacheco knows where you have stopped all his doubts having been dispelled by ‘for the night.”’ Bushnell’s straightforward narrative of Bushnell dropped his rifle, clutching at which was plainly revealed to everv one of the startled and thunderstruck party. man, with a warning gesture. “‘Merciful goodness! look there—lIcok | ; blood, lat that man’s face! Can the dead return | ‘‘Move lively, down there!?? cried» the | ‘There have been spies upon you, and | the discovery of the place by himself and|the neck of his shirt, and gasping for Jack Burk. | breath, “T wonder what causes that column of | smoke we saw rising amid the mountains to the westward to-day ?”’ said Frank. Bushnell shook his head. ‘“Mhet thar has troubled me some, 1? he} sbook uf der man vot we seen deat as a admitted. ‘‘It seems ter be fair an’ squar? toor nail!” in ther direction of ther Silver Pdlace.’? | In truth, the man on the brink. of the my pard, Jack Burk, or it’s His spook ! 1) ‘“Td vos a sbook! 173 gurlged Hans Dun- ‘*By ther livin’ gods!’ he shouted, ‘‘it’s nerwust, quivering with fear. ‘Id vos der “Maype dose pandits peen aheadt uf us}ravine looked like Jack Burk, who had | COMMIELOO S co