Frank Merriwell in Mexico: The Search for the Silver Palace — page 6: what you’re looking at

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_ haunts the mountains and the desert. i “Vot vos dot?’ cried Haus. "tha hut were wildly galloping horses, for | “FRANK MERRIWELL iN MEXICO. iturned in the saddle to sent bullets whiist-_ At some distance on the plain outside jling back at his pursuers. Frank ran out and droped on one knee. - they could hear hoof-beats and wild cries.| The professor followed him, aud Hans_ 2 Then came a fusillade of pistol-shots! _ CHAPTER IL. : «GONE. . . “Bandits! cried Jack Burk. ~ be Pacheco!’ _ “Pacheco?” questioned Frank. ‘Pacheco, the Human Hawk! “It may | He) ~ pursued ‘us across the desert, escaped him. I have been in hiding here: - toavoid him. He believes we brought: much treasure from the mountains.”’ ing, -leame from the hut. Just as Frank lifted the rifle to his shoulder and was on the point of slioot- the voice of Jack Burk sounded from the doorway, to which he had dragged himself: | “It is Bushnell, my partner! Al, Al— Al Bushnell!” His voice was faint and weak, aud it ‘the plain. but wee Then Frank oe shooting, and his first bullet brought down one of the ‘ponies of the pursuers, sending a bandit rolling over and over in the dust, to leap Heldid not reach the ears of the man out on i ~The professor had leaped to the door, [up like a cat, and spring belinda conirade ani was looking away on the ‘plain. Now on the back of another pony. | “Dot peen britty goot, V rankie,’? com- ‘Look here! A band of horsemen pur-/ plimented Hans Dunnerwust. : he cried, excitedly: sting a white maun—plainly an American. | Look, he is shooting again!” _ Once more the shots were heard. Again and again Frank fired, and the Frank ran to the door, catching up a:neath them. rifle that had been leaning against the, ; wall of the hut. In an astonishingly brief space of time ‘the course of pursuit was deflected; giving ‘bandits quickly swerved away from’ the hut, feeling their ponies sway or fall be- — ‘' Stand aside!’ he shouted, eaieiae his the fugitive a chance to get away into’ way past the professor. No countryman. Mendoza, which lay at a distance. of about of mine can be in danger that I do not try. ‘thr ee miles froin the hut. . to give him a helping hand.”’ _ ‘What do you mean to do?” . “Get a crack at those greasers.”? “Vou are crazy! You will bring the entire band down on us!” The man in flight heard the shots, saw |the figures in front of the hut, and waved his hand to them, | The professor excitedly beckoned for Bushnell to come to the hut, but the “Tet ’em come! One Yankee is good ; horseman did not seem to understand, for six greasers.”? Past the hut at a distance a single - horseman was riding, hotly the animal which bore him. At least a dozen dark-faced, fierce-looking ruffians, mounted on hardy little ponies, were in pursuit. As Professor Scotch had said, the _. fugitive was plainly an American, a - native of the United States. He had spurring | fessor. rand hie kept straight on toward thestown. ‘‘Confound him!’ exploded the pro- “Why didn't he come?”’ “He don’d like a trap to run into,” said Hans. “But there is no trap here ”’ “Tow he known dot?” “Well, I don’t know as I blame bin: | Of course he could not be sure if was not a craps and so he was cautious.’ Com iGoool S (CO) iin