Doing it quick, or, Ike Brown's hustle in Panama


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"It's our only hope of lifei" uttered Ike, grimly;. Through the window like afiash, he knocked down the insurgent messenger, bounded at the horse. Too late to escape detection! "Here's the Americano-the doomed Gringo!" sounded Loma's exultant voice.

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WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY No 8 A COjW'PLETE ST01{.Y EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekl11-B11 Su bscription 2.50 per year. Entered acc o tdin g t o A.ct o f Co11oress, in the y ear 1906, tn the offic e of tho Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. o b y Frank T o usey, PublfBhet 24 Unio n Square, New Y ork. NEW YORK, JUNE 8, 1906. Price 5 Cents OR, IKE liUSTliE By CAPT A IN HAWTHORN U.S. N CHAPT E R I. IKE SCENTS PAN.A.MA MISCHIEF. "Hog Lee!" An American boy, dres sed in trou s er s ancl military blouse of s potle s s white, halted in the doorway of a plain little white building that s tood in the c ente r of a miniature yard just out of the bu s iness portion of Colon, the Atlantic port of the Isthmus of Panama. The re coming no respon se, he c a lled again, loudly: "Hog Le e !" Still no an s w e r. No s ound in fact, except that made by Ike's voice a.nd the restle ss feet of the middl e -age d Ameri can gentleman who was with him "Cal!" the boy called, s ha.rply. C al, you lazy rascal, wake up and come here!" Still no response. "'That's my whole for c e of s ervants," s ighed Ike, turn in g to his vi s itor. "And, a s you see, they've taken Irish vac ation." "No matter, Mr.-er-Brown, repli e d Abner Went worth. Ike turned s harply to face his vis itor, who was also his e mploy e r, thou g h our hero had never seen ihe man up to half an hour a go. "I hop e you won't think me fresh, Mr. Wentw o rth, butr but-we ll, I've lived on th e Isthmu s some tiirc, and I under s tand this Panama climate bett e r than a n e wcomer would." "Of course; undoubt e dly," nodd e d th e man. "l'h e n I'd advise yo,u not to take a drink s ir ; in fact, t o cut drinking out jus t a s l o ng a s you r e main en the I s thmu s." ; "What? No water at all? d e manded Mr. Wentworth, s tarin g in amaz e m ent at thi s boy "Water?" r e p eate d Ike dis gu s t e dl y "Oh, why didn't you s a y s o sir. You s aid y ou wanted a drink." "I never touch intoxicating liquors," respon ded Mr Wentwortl rather stiffly. "Bully for you!" returned Ike, with enthusiasm. "Then y ou've got a half a show to get out of thi s place alive." "Ge t out alive?" repeated Mr. Wentworth, in s till more a s toni s hment. "Why, i s this climate of yours down here fatal?" ,_ That gentleman s tepped in off the tin y porch mopped the s treaming perspiratiQn from hi s face, and seated him s elf in a wicker reclining chair that s tood near the open door of the tiny, bare, but white, cle an 1ittle room. "I have my own cigars, and will make myself qu i te com fortable, if you'll kindly bring me a. drink." "It takes a good many people that way, Ike explained, unconc e rn e dl y "You see, sir thi s is August, and the rainy season i s on good and pl e nty Thi s i s the time oi the year when yellow fever sweeps off its thou s ands. Now, most whit e m e n who get clown her e esp e ciall y mos t Am eri can s promptly fill up their skin s with Scotch whiskey and

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2 DOING IT QUICK. ".Why, your pre sum ing to act as mj agent at all!" Haven't I done your work?" demanded Ike, briskly, while a serious look came into his face. soda water. It isn't the soda water that help s to lay newcomers low with yellow fever, either," Ike added dryly. ".Ah, I understand. Whiskey weakens those who are strangets to the climate, and then they are in no condition "Yes." to withstand the fever?" "Done it well, haven't I?" "That's just it," noclded Jke. "White men who drink "Ye-e s ." whiskey here in the yellow fever season are the first who "Then why ain t I the whole basket of goods?" blurted are laid away iri the soggy ground here. But I forget, sir; the boy. I haven't brought your water." "I-I-you--" Ike stepped quickly into the next room, returning with "That's just it," confirmed Ike coolly. "You and I-a glass of cool water as clear as crystal. you at the New York end, and I at the Panama end. You "PJain water isn't any too safe to drink here," Ike exhave a shoe factory, and sell shoes I've been handling plained. "So I take pains to have distilled water." those shoes for you here at Panama. I've sold over eight "It is very cool and excellent," nodded Mr. Wentworth, thousand pair for you, too, in three months, and the acafter swallowing the water. coun t s are all straight. Now, what's la.eking with me? Or, Ike, in his cool, white linen costume, did not feel the is it ju st that you can't get over the nerve of a boy setting heat very much. Besides, he was accustomed to it. him self up in business and doing well?" But Mr. Wentworth, who was dressed as he would have Ike spoke briskly, sharp ly, earnestly. He had made mon -been in New York City, in a flannel suit and stiff white ey out of his connection with Abner wentworth, and our vest, boiled shirt, collar, cuffs and all, was sweating at a hero r lir1n't mean to lose thefurther chance if he could rate that kept him all but steaming in that hot, humid air help it. of Colon, Isthmus of Panama, on that sweltering August But W entwo rth, who still remained standing, went on, day. 1 accusmg y : "You'd better haYe a few white s uits like mine made up, "Your letter-head declares vou to be a commission imMr. Wentworth," suggested the boy, noticing how his visi porting agent, promoter and commissioner of affairs." tor-and employer-was suffering with the tropical heat. "Correct!" said Ike. "And I'm all that. Not a single "How long would it take to get some made?" lie to be nailed in that letter-head." "Four or five days." "But you're such a boy-ha. rdly a day more than seven "I'm going back on the next steamer, in three da'.'s," teen." groaned Mr. Wentworth, wringing out his handkerchief ancl mopping off another portion of sweat. "I'm going on twenty-three," Ike corrected "Whew!" vented Ike, in dismay. Going on twenty-three!" "So,'' continued Mr. \Ve:n.tworth, after lighting a cigar, Abner Wentworth's face betrayed absolute disbelief "perhaps you'll be good enough to r:>Jl your brother, Mr. "Sure thing!" nodded Ike. "I'll be twenty-three if I Isaac Brown." live long enough." Ike laughed good-naturedly. "Oh! Hum! Ah!" gasped Wentworth, seating himself "I guess its about time t o call that off, Mr. \Ventwo r th," again in the chai r. Ike replied, easily. "When I met you at the teamer, and "Now, l et's see if we can't get over this objection to m)r you spoke about my brother I l et it go a t that. I wanted being a boy-since I can't help it anywa.y," Ike . to break the news to you gently. But you "Haven't I sold shoes for you down here? Haven't I sold l\fr. Wentworth wheeled arouncl in hi s chair, shring 11er'em fast, and haven't I had a certified check for you in plexedly .at this cool, easy-going boy of s eventeen. about every mail that left Colon for New York? Haven't "Do you mean to tell me that you're--" I done a s weU. as a man would do, in short? wouldn't you "I'm Ike Brown, no mistake about that." be a good deal richer if you had a dozen more boys like "And your brother?" me working for y ou in different parts of the world? And "I never saicl I had one." haven't you always expressed satisfaction in your letters "But haven't you?" to me?" ''If I have," Ike smiled, "I've forgotten all about him." "All that is very true," nodded Abner Wentworth. "Do you mean to tell me," demanded Mr. Wentwol\th, "But--" rising quickly, staring harder at the boy, and letting his "You can't get over my being just a boy, can you?" cigar go out, "do you mean to tell me that you're my repcried Ike, impatiently. "I'll tell you what you need, sir. resentative in Panama?" You want a good nap. By the time you wake up you'll sort "I was-up to now," Ike smiled, cheerfu1ly. "I hope, of fit in, somehow, to the idea of having a boy make money M:r. Wentworth, that you don't mean to cut the deal short." for you here on Panama." "But this is amazing, preposterous, absurd," gasped the "How long have you been on the Isthmus?" demanded New' York man. "In fact, boy, it's impudence." Mr. W e ntworth seriously. "Wh1at {s, sir?" l "Altogether in Central America and on the Isthmus,

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DOING IT QUICK. 3 I've been two years in this part of the world," Ike an nounced. "Where did you come from?" "Off a tramp steamer-skipped, in fact-deserted. You see, I was a cabin steward, and the chief steward didn't trea.t me right. So I sassed him, and went ashore up in Truxillo, Honduras." "And you've been on your own resources ever since?" gasped the visitor. "Just that," nodded Ike. "I've had all sorts of jobs, too, from cook in an house to mule driver in the mines in Guatemala. But the last six months I've been in business for myself." "But you had no capital!" "There you're wrong !" Ike replied. "I had good health, brains, no end of nerve, grit and thirty dollars in gold." "And you started business on that?" "Why not? All I needed was some letterheads, envelopes and stamps. I started in writing to New York houses, offering to represent them here. I caught a few folks, you among them, Mr. Wentworth. And here I am. I've been doing good business. Have over two thousand dollars in gold in the bank. I have this rather comforta ble little place for home and office, and keep a Chinese cook and a Jamaica negro as body servant. I've got lots of business on the wing, too. Isn't that doing well enough in six months ?" "It certainly is," gasped Wentworth. "But what do your folks say .to your remaining down here, away from them, and exposed to all the temptations of this canal zone, which, I understand, is a very wicked place?" "My folks?" repeated Ike, very solemnly. "They're where my broth('!r is, I guess. I never knew that I bad any folks. You see, I was a hand-in at a kid-counter." "A-what?" "When I was a few weeks old some one left me in a basket at an orphan asylum. Well, I was used pretty white there, if they did give me the name of being Brown. They gave me some pretty fair schooling, too, at that fountain of forgotten youth. But at fourteen they sent me to live and work..-with a farmer. Now, I never did like farm work mucll,'' Ike admitted, with smiling candor. "And, as I liked the farmer less, I played the twenty-three quick step on a milk train bound into New York. Bummed around for a few days, and then got on as boy in the steward's department in a steamship that ploughed the waters and robbed the planters down this way. Being on the steamer made me sharp, I suppose, and I picked up a good many business wrinkles from the passengers. Just before I started in business for myself here I clerked it two months for a lunk-headed dummy from somewhere up in the States. He made money while he lasted, and when yellow fever got him I thought I might as well branch out in that fellow's line. I reasoned that, if a fool could make money down here, a boy with brains could make more. And so I tried, and I've succeeded." "It looks that way," nodded the astonished Wentworth. "Brown, I guess your cheek has taken you further than ability takes some grown-up men." "I guess !" nodded Ike. "But you wrote me about a turquoise mine you had dis covered down here, somewhere back in the hills." "Straight goods," Ike assured him. "May I ask how you know anything about that pretty gem, the turquoise?" "D'you think I learned nothing," retorted Ike, "when, for four months, I hired out as a mule driver in a mine in Guatemala where the job was mining turquoises?" "But are vou sure that no one else has spotted this tur quoise find of yours?" "That's a chance we have to take, Mr. Wentworth. We don't care, as long as no one else buys the land ahead of us. "We? Us?" "Just so," Ike coolly. "Mr. Wentworth, I neeQ. some of your money to get hold of this turquoise land. But you don't think I'm going to let you into the whole thing, do you? 'I'here's my share to talk about, too." ''Oh, of course,'' assented Mr. Wentworth, "if you show me how to invest my capital to good advantage, I shall see that you are remembered." "Then you're not in on this!" laughed Ike, rising from his chair. "If you think I'm working just for a nice, fat little tip, then I've got to look some one who'll talk the kind of business that I like to listen to." "What would your idea be of a suitable reward, if this matter turns out profitable, Brown?" "Reward?" echoed Ike, scornfully. "Reward nit! If you like this turquoise mine, and buy the ground, then to have half of all the profits. Write that down and sign it, or--" "Or--?" insisted Mr. Wentworth, looking the boy over calculatingly. "Well, unless you sign just that kind of a pr.per, w entworth, I'm thinking that you've come down here and done a big lot of sweating all for the fun of it. Now, we understand each other, Mr. Wentworth, and I don't take you near the turquoise mine unless you sign the paper." "I shall have to--" "Hush!" ordered Ike, suddenly, and placing a hand firmly over his visitor's mouth. Before Wentworth could struggle free, young Brown whispered, earnestly: "I've been a good, big bit through Cehtral America, and I've humped it pretty much some on this Isthmus. When we have trouble down in this part of the world it's real trouble-murder, assassination, arson, riot and theft. l scent that kind of trouble now for Panama-for, do you see that man out there?" "Yes,'' whispered Mr. Wentworth, awed by Ike's earnest ness. 'I'he New York merchant, glancing out through tlie open doorway, down the tree-shaded path, saw in the a

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I 4 DOING IT QUICK. portly man, dressed all in whit e talking with a half-breed Spaniard who looked like a peon, or laborer. "I've seen Pasquette just three times,'' whis pered Ike, in his visitor's ear. "And just three times I've s een trouble-big, real trouble-foilow Pasquette. It's a sure sign, when that rascal gets around!" CHAPTER II. THE DIRTY-WORK MAN. The stout man and the peon whom the American pair watched stood close to Ike's ga te, a hmadred feet away from the door, talking in very low undert()nes. After a moment more they parted, going in opposite directions. "There'll be the deuce to pay now-somewhere and somehow!" sighed Ike. ''Who is this Pasquette?" queried Mr. Wentworth. "Well, he's -Pasquette, mostly," Brown returned, dryly. "But what is he?" "A Frenchman, who travels for a German firm that buys up old military rifles that foreign governments have dis carded. Pasquette is down in this part of the world to sell those old rifles at fancy prices. You have heard, I suppose, that there's .a revolution at least once a year, in every Cen tral and most South American countries?" Abner Wentworth nodded. "It's Pasquette's business to stir up these revolutions," Ike went on. "He's a genius, too, at starti ng rebellions. Seems to have a knack for the game. Now, you see, these Central and South American governmentskeep all the fire arms pretty well in their own hands. But Pasquette manages to slip a few thousand rifles into a country. Then, when he has a new political party ready to overthrow the government, he sells the rifles to tire leaders, pockets the money and skips out." ''Oh, is that all Pasquette stands for?" smiled the New Yorker. . ''That's enough, ain't it?" Ike demanded. "You've never seen these half-Spanish, half-Indian people engaged in one of their revolutions You've never seen the useless, avage killings that go on at such times. You've never SC'en the way that the torch is applied by these maddened brown people You've never seen women and children needlessly butchered. You've never seen the savageness with which white men-especially from the United States -are tracked down and done to death to square some old grudge I have seen all that sort of thing," shuddered IkC'. "I've lived through three of these Central American revolutions-and before each one I saw Pasquette around, like a hungry carrion-crow I" -"But we won't have any revolutions here on the Isthmus of Panama," smi led Mr. Wentworth. "Why are you so sure of that, sir?" "Why, Brown, the very thing would be absurd. Here's this little republic of Panama-a little, narrow strip of country that was cut off, some time ago, from the older re public of Colombia." "Yes, and cut off from the parent-republic by a revolu tion, at that!" broke in Ike. "A revolution, eh?" scoffed Mr. Wentworth. "Yes, the people on this Isthmus wanted to see the United States government' build the great Panama Canal that is to con nect the Atlantic and the Pacific oceans. But the people of little republic of Panama couldn't have carried out their revolution alone. Why, everybody back home under stands that Uncle Sam backed the revolutionists and helped them out by sending marines ashore." "And so you think there couldn't be another revolution now?" Ike inquired. "Another revolution? Absurd!" declared Mr. Went worth. "Why, now that the canal is being dug, the United States government controls the land for ten miles on either side of the canal. This ten-mile stTip on either side is called the Canal Zone. The republic of Panama owns the land, but admits the right of Uncle Sam to protect the canal and to keep troops in the Canal Zone. Why, Brown, we've got whole battalions of United States naval marines and a few regiments here of United States Regular Army infantry-troops enough to lick the whole puny little re public of Panama to a standstill. Revolution? Bah!" "I hope I'm wrong about Pasquette," agreed Ike, "but experience teaches a few things, and I've had some expe rience with meeting Pasquette." "Pshaw! Revolutionists would know better than to start, boy. They would ]mow at the outset they had to be licked." "And Central American revolutionists are so 1 used to being licked," retorted Ike, "that they don't mind it in the They have the excitement of killing, burning and stealing for a little while, anyway, before they're squelched." "We'll see no nonsensical trouble here on Panama," de clared Wentworth, confidently. "Did you see that ragged-looking fellow with Pas quette ?" "Yes. What of him?" "That's Loma, a renegade criminal that no Central American government dares arrest. He's Pasquette's dirty work man. They're never seen together, except just before trouble starts. They met out in the street there because this is one of the quietest streets in Colon. Loma got his orders, and now they've separated. They won't be caught together again." "Then you're sure of a revolution here on Panama, are you?" the New Yorker demanded ; with a superior smile. "I'm s ure of some kind of deadly mischief-that's all, sir." "But here in Colon a riot, even an armed one, would be put down in twenty minutes. Why, Brown, do you remember how many marines and soldi ers we saw in Ameri can uniforms as we came through the streets?" "There's more to Panama than the two towns of Colon

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IT QUICK. and Panama," Ike replied, thoughtfully. "There's a big strip of outside country that isn't thickly populated." "Well, we haven't anything to do with the country, hav we?" "The turquoise mine that I want to show you is out in the country," Ike whispered, thoughtfully. "It's twentytwo miles away from here, at that." "Then you think--" "I don't know what to think. But I don't like the idea of seeing Pasquette, the professional trouble-maker, around here just at the instant when we are considering the idea of going miles and miles into the wild jungle country south of the Canal Zone !" A negro, in a somewhat torn white canvas suit, and wear ing a broad-brimmed straw hat, turned in at the gate, whistling dully. looked sober indeed, as if something weighed on his mind. "Here comes Mr. Clarence Carleton, at last," smiled Ike. "Olar--" began Mr. Wentworth. "He's a Jamaica negro-that is, he comes from Kings ton, Jamaica. He picked up a swell English name in that English colony. I call him Cal, for short. He's my body servant, and a very fair one. Well, Cal," as the negro ap proached, "you look as if you'd seen something that you didn't like." "An' I did, fob a fac', Marse Ike. I seen dat rascal, Loma." "Is he in town?" demanded Ike Brown, in pretended surprise. "Dat's what he is, sal1. Now, ef I wuz to see dat French man, Pasquette, I'd begin foh to say my prayers!" "Oh, there can't be any trouble here in Panama, Cal. Forget it," urged Ike. "And hustle a bit, and set us out some lunch." But the negro, disregarding the order, stood still, de manding: "Whuffor you t'ink dat Loma go in his bare feet into a gen'lemun's cafe in de plaza, an' sit down at a table large as life, sah? Why he do dat, dat sbif'less, no-' count Loma? Looks lak he go to meet a real sure enough gen'lemun, don' it? Whuffor dat trash w _ant to meet a real gen'lemununless he got some queer business on?" "Is Loma in a swell cafe ?" queried Ike, a if he did not take much interest in the news. "Dat's where be is, sah-in de Tres Angeles cafe. Loma ordah a drink, an' he sit dar, but he not drink, lak he 'raid he Jose his head ef he clrink. Dar's somethin' on, and he wanter keep his haid clear!'' "Oh, bosh !" laughed Ike "Cal, you hustle that table set, and put out a lunch worth eating. Mr. Wentworth, I'm going out to get some of the Panama cigars for you." "I--'5 began the New Yorker. "And I'm going to take a look at Loma, too," whispered our hero, as the negro left the room. Catching up his broad-brimmed straw hat, Ike stepped slowly out into the bright Panama sun. It didn't pay to hurry, in that hot, moist climate. Ike took a slow, strolling gait, yet, within a very few minutes, he had reached the plaza. In a Central or South American country plazas are pub lic squares. The plaza itself is sometimes a square laid out like a park. Occasionally one one side of the plaza is a dral. On the opposite side of the plaza, generally, is the hotel. On the other two sides 0f the square are shops and cafes. These cafes bordering upon the plaza have their tables set out close to the sidewalk Here the customers sit at the tables, and smoke and drink, and watch the life of the city, for the plaza is al ways headquarters. Here, too, friends meet each other, and while away the hottest hours of midday, when business is practically at a standstill on account of the heat. In the evening, again, the plazas and the cafes are thronged, for, after dark, a band plays and the life grows more intense. 'I'he plaza of Colon was a place to see life. rehe buildings were not attractive-low, twostory a.. fairs for the most part, and covered with a dirty white plaster that made them look like adobe structures. It was broiling hot, too, here in midday, though in the shelter of the cafes, which looked like holes in a wall, electric fans kept the air fairly cool. Ike, with his head full of the meaning of Pasquette and Loma being together on the Isthmus, strolled along until he came to the cafe next door to the one named Tres Angeles. ("Three Angels.") He found a seat at a table from which he could watch, without appearing to, the ragged dirty-work man, Loma. A bottle of flavored soda-water Ike ordered. He sat there, sipping it slowly, and all the while not losing any motion of Loma in the adjoining cafe. For some twenty minutes our hero sa.t there, with noth ing to arouse his suspicions. Then a portly, well-to-do looking man strolled up to the cafe, entered and passed Lorna's table. 1 Ike knew the newcomer by sight--a Dr. Guzman, who took a somewhat prominent part in Panama politics. "Doctor" was a title of courtesy given to this Central American politician. As Guzman passed the dirty work man he reached in a pocket for a handkerchief. As he drew it out, Guzman pulled a purse with it, the purse falling to the cafe floor. Like a Loma pounced upon the purse. "Pardon, senpr," called the fellow. "But you have dropped this." "And a very honest fellow you are, to return it to me," Dr. Guzman acknowledged, as he reached out his hand for the purse. But Ike Brown's sharp, ferret-like eyes took in more than others saw.

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DOING IT QUICK. He saw Loma, as that worthy grabbed at the purse, slip a much-folded paper inside of it. "The message from Pasquette to Guzman!" throbbed Ike, as he/ took in this bit of by-play. "Then Dr. Guzman is in the trouble. And he a rich planter, employing more than a thousand men of his own, whom he could call upcin to fight in a revolution! Then, Dr. Guzman, it must be that you are chosen as the leader of the trouble that Pas quette is assuredly here in Colon to start!" And then came another thought that made Ike start. "It is. on Guzman's plantation that this turquoise mine is located. If there is to be any crazy attempt at a revo lution then I must take Wentworth, to-morrow, out to the very part of the republic where the trouble will start! Whew!" Knowing what he knew of armed political uprisings in this part of the world, the prospect was enough to make the American boy shiver Just. then Loma, who had parted from Dr. Guzni.an, turned suddenly. His eyes encountered the searching gaze of Ike Brown with a sudden glare of suspicion-and hate! Ike looked away, intent on getting away, too. But .Manuel Loma thought differently. He stepped quickly to the sidewalk, and again wheeled, almost colliding with our hero. "Oh, your pardon, senor," mumbled the dirty-work m11n. "Uy pardon for nothing, then," smi led Ike. "Senor, I am interested in seeing you here," persisted Loma. "In seeing me? Why, do you know me." "Certainly, you are the Ame:r;ican boy-Brown." "That's my name, sure enough," Ike agreed. "But you ha.Ye the better of me. It seems to me that I have seen you before, but really I cannot place you now." "No matter, then," replied Loma. Yet, as he backed away, the fellow surveyed our hero with a look of distrust and suspicion. "He remembers me up in Guatemala well enough," mut tered Ike, inwardly. "And he remembers that I fought with the government for two days and did my share to b\1rst up one of Pasquette's pet revolutions." Our hero would have been startled had he known that the dirty-work man was muttering to himself: "Why does that accursed Gringo show up again? He was against M. Pasquette in Guatemala, and has been against him in other places. Ah! I begin to see. T'hat young Senor Brown is one of the spies of some big moneyed interest that is opposed to the plans of M. Pasquette !" Full of this new thought, the fellow hurried away to confer with his French employer. l\I. Pasquette, when he heard Lorna's suspicion$ stated, blew out a cloud of cigar smoke as he replied: V cry good, Loma. I have no doubt that you are right. Watch this American boy. If you catch him outside of Colon, just now, when our plans are ripening, see that he does not get back." ... .: J .JJ"! .. "You mean---?" hinted Loma, his eyes glowing. "See that he does not get back to Colon!" ordered M. Pasquette CHAPTER iII. "no IT QUICK!" "It is for Senor Guzman, and it must be started to-day," Ike heard a voice say, in the market-place. "Senor Guzman must want to -feed an army!" grunted another voice. That was quite enough to make our disturbed, hero prick up his ears. The market-place occupied a square by itself. All around this square the various shops opened out on to the streets that marked the four sides of the square The words that Brown had just heard were uttered in a big shop where canned goods and groceries were sold. Next door to this shop was a smaller establishment where !nlit was sold. Ike's attention became instantly fastened on some pine apples that were displayed on a stall. "Senor Guzman must want feed for an army," he heard the groceryman repeat, complainingly. "Blockhead, is it any of your business how many men Senor Guzman employs on his country estate, or how much he pleases to feed his men?" demanded the buyer. "But so much food, to be delivered all at once," insisted the grocer. "Now, why, Senor Pablo, cannot I ship one quarter of this to-day, and as much more once a week until the order is filled ?" "Because Senor Guzman does not want it that way," re torted the buyer, whom Ike, out of the corner of his eye, recognized as Pablo, the steward to Guzman. "It must all go to-day?" begged the store-keeper, "All to-day!" insisted Pablo. "What you do not send to-day Senor Guzman will not accept. More, you would lose his trade. Now, blockhead, can you find mules and transport this out to the country place?" "It shall be done, then, groaned the grocer. Ike, having selected his pineapple, paid for it and walked along. "Senor Guzman is buying, then, to feed an army !" quivered the boy, excitedly. "What blame-fool deviltry can b'e on foot here in Colon?" Despite the heat of the midday time Ike walked hastily until be reached his own little yard and cottage. Mr. Wentworth was just :finishing the lunch that had skirmished up. "I want to talk with you," whispered our hero, dr:;tw ing his visitor aside. He told the New Yorker the two things he had seen and heard. "Mr. Wentworth, as unlikely as it seems, there is some new rascality on foot on the Isthmus." "I can't believe it," scoffed the New Yorker.

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DOING IT QUICK. 7 ','Believe it or not, sir, I'm certain that something is coming." "Oh, well, the American troops will put it down almost in a quarter of an hour." "Along the canal, yes, perhaps," Ike assented. "But this will start out in the country. Mr. Wentworth, five miles away from here, in the jungle, you have no idea how far away we from the American army. And it is twentytwo miles straight out from here where I wanted' to take you." "That distance can be quickly covered on horseback." "Yes; and the ride would take us direct to Senor Guz-. man's country estates. Do you realize, sir, that, if trouble is brewing, our journey would take us out to Guzman's place-the very place where this trouble will have its head quarters!" "Why, I daresay we can get an escort of a small detail of American troops," hinted the New Yorker. "Get troops to take us outside the Canal Zone?" grum bled Ike, disgustedly. "Then you'd better try it, sir r American troops have no business outside of the Zone. Be sides, if you ask for an escort into the country, the authori ties will give you a very sharp order to stay inside the Zone." "'l'hen we'll go without troops," proposed Mr. Went worth. "Oh, very well, sir, if you're determined to take chances." "Pooh, Brown! You're talking like a scarecrow," jeered the New Yorker. "I thought you had more sand." "More sand, eh?" gulped Ike. "That settles it, Mr. Wentworth. We' ll go through now, even if Old Nick him self gets in our path. More sand? I like that," he ex ploded, indignantly. ""'ell, what was your plan, then?" asked Wentworth, slowly. "My idea, sir, was that we would wait a few days before setting off into the jungle. After a few days we could see if things were still quiet. Then we'd know about the safety of journeying off into the Panama jungle." "In three days more," spoke Mr. Wentworth, with deter mination, "I shall be on the ship back to New York. Three clays is all I can stand of thi$ beastly, broiling climate. So, you take me out and show me the turquoise mine, and have me back on the third day-or I drop the business for good and all." "Oh, very well," blazed Ike, rising. "Then you're will ing to sign that agreement that I'm to have half of any profits that may result from the turquoise venture?" "Draw your paper up, and I'll have a look-in at it." Ike rose, passing inside the house. He was gone some fifteen minutes, when he came out again, a sheet of paper in his hand. "You've made this agreement pretty stiff," commented Mr. when he had read the paper through. "I tried to make it binding," Ike rejoined. "When I go into business I like to have everything straight. Will you sign that?" "And if I don't--, ?" "Then we'll drop the whole subject, sir, and I'll try to find some one else with money that I can interest." "We need a witness to this," observed Mr. Wentworth, as he drew a small porch-table close to him and drew out his fountain pen. "One t'o order, then," laughed Ike, as he looked toward the gate and saw a young American boy entering. "Will you witness the signing of this paper for a dol lar?" our hero hailed the other youth. "I'll do almost anything decent for a dollar," replied the other youth, smiling rather wretchedly "Oh, a bit out o : f luck, eh?" queried Ike, looking more closely at the stranger. Yes, he looked out of luck. He looked like a newc omer, too, for he still wore the summer clothing of the upper United States, instead of the cool linen or cotton clothing of the Isthmus. By his speech this boy was certainly an American. More over, he looked to be. of our hero's own age and was of about the same size and figure. "Going to sign, sir?" asked Ike, turning to the New Yorker. r 'Yes," nodded Wentworth, "I'll sign, since this paper doesn't bind me to invest any money unless my. judgment backs up the risk." He signed his name hurriedly. Ike added his own sig nature. Then he turned, with his fountain pen, to the R ilent newcomer. "Sign here, please_." After it had been done, Brown took up the document, to read the signature : "Robert Spicer." "How long have you been here, Spicer?" asked Ike. "Two weeks." "Think there was business to be done clown here?" "I lie.ard there was a big demand for stenographers." "That's your line of work?" "It ought to be," smiled Spicer. "I.Jess than a month ago I graduated from a business college."1 "And I suppose you've found a heap of other boy ste nographers down he:re lookin g for the same kinds of jobs-'.'' "The Isthmus is overrun with them," sighed Bob Spicer. "And with all kinds of other green clerks, too. Trouble is, they're most of 'em in my fix." "A.nd what is your fix?" quizzed Ike. "Broke! Plumb, completely strapped-or I'd get off the Isthmus on the next steamer." "Got any folks at home?" "A mother and a sister," nodded Bob, gulping a little. "Want to get back?" "I wouldn't, if I could make the money down here that I expected to. But I can't find anything of any kind to do, except dig in the canal, and I don't believe they'd take me even at that." ...._ Ii. "No, they wouldn't/' Ike agreed. "You're not built for

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3 DOING IT QUICK. / down here in this sizzling climate. You wouldn't porch, where Bob Spicer had at last acquired eno ugh to last two days at it." eat ''Then what can I do--since I can't get home yet?" de"Bob," asked Ike, in his most friendly way, after sizi ng n:anf Colon?" "Jungle path s-that's about all." "A nd snakes-poisonous ones, I mean?" "Only a few thou s and to the square mil e But there's no danger whateveY," Ike added, grimly "Now, don t you go to getting cold feet, Mr. Wentworth!" Stung, nettled, :flushing, Mr. Wentworth replied, hur riedly: "Don't be afraid for my courage, Brown. Look to yom own. And remember what I said about doing thi s trip in quick time." "I' ll do it! I'll get you back for that n ext s team er, if it's within human possibility. And now, Mr. Wentworth unless you want to be dead fagged out to-morrow, you turn in on a bed now, and get some sleep. Remember, we'll be in the saddle to-night." Without a second's warning, down came the rain in a frightful pour that drove both on a run to the porch "Does it often rain like this?" demanded Wentworth, looking out at the flood that the sky had turned loose. "Every day, at this time of the year-but there's no dan ger, sir," Ike added, mockingly. He led his v i s itor in to a bed-room, then returned to the and places of danger?" \ "Don't know," answered the other youngster, promptly. "Never was in enough danger yet to form an idea." "Good! I always look for grit, when a fellow answers quickly, and without any brag. Now, as to :fire-m:ms ?" "Oh, I can shoot-a bit. I'm not ashamed to say -that," Bob replied, quickly. "Rifle?" "You bet!" "Any objection to taking a chance on danger?" "Not if there's a bit of money .in it/' came the quick reply. "Five dollars a day for three days; more money if you really run into any tight places and get out." "Done!" came from Bob Spicer, as from a human pistol. "It'll be out in the open country." "I don't care a hang. I'm yours." "Then that's settled," s miled Ike, in the lazy that. he affected when he was getting ready to get busy. "Now, Bob, forget everything and turn in for a nap. Come this way. You 'll want a bunch of sleep, for you'll be up tonight." Having sho wn his new friend into his own room, and left him there, Ike murmured to himself. "I don't believe I've made any mi stake I believe I'm going to like that chap." Then Ike got his little household together To Cal, the darkey, andJfog Loo, the Chinese cook, who had showed up at la st, he showed each a twenty-dolla.r gold-piece. i'Yours/ fellows, :when we get back in two or three days, if you serve me well day and night." "I'll do anything, sah !" Cal promised, eagerly. "Whatchee want?" Hog Lee asked, cautiously, hi s eyes blinking solemnly. "I guess I'll cut you out," muttered Ike. "You sabby that? The fellow who wants to know what he's got to do won't do for me." "Me heap likee that mone?," protested Hog Lee. "Then you stick to Cal, a.nd take hi s orders," commanded Ike. "No, no! Nigger catchee him order :fl.om me!" insisted the Chinaman. "Who yo' callin' a niggah-you chink wid a. mud-pie face?" roared Cal. Ike saw trouble coming right then and there. Cal's right hand was fidgetting after a piece o.f steel that he carried for times of trouble. Hog Lee was calm -eyed and placid, but he had his hands up his wide sreeves, where, as Ike knew, the China.man u su all y had some kind of a w eapon concealed. "Stop this, both of you, or I'll have y<>u both lugg ed off to the calaboo se," cried the American boy, stepping in between them. "Now, Cal, don't you get fresh. Hog Lee,

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DOING IT QUICK. you take Cal's orders, or you'll be mighty sorry. Now, Cal, listen to me Ten minutes later the negro and the Chinaman went to gether as far as the gate, where they parted, taking oppo site directions. Soon a sad and sorry looking hack, drawn by two worse looking horses, drew up at the gate It had been Cal's first business to send this conveyance. Into it stepped Ike, gave his direction, and then l eaned back, closing his eyes as if asleep. In an hour he returned to the house. He was accompa nied, this time, by a "long, lean-looking man, an past thirty. The stranger looked as if he had seen hard times, but Ike knew him as a Centra l American mine pro s pector of experience, even if he was a trifle slow at times. "Stretch out on the parlor floor, and go to. sleep, Hank," ordered Ike "Guess that'll about s 'uit me,'' grinned Hank Long. "Wish the rest was to be as easy." Ike then lay Clown himseli' beside Bob Spi c er, who was a lr eady fast asleep afte r hi s l1e arty meal. 1 Br-r-r-r Ike's alarm cloc k jarrc J in on the rest of four people just before dark. "Up; all of you, now," commanded Ike, moving from one to the other. "We must start inside of half an hour. Here, Bob, is the sort of c l othes that'll go better out in the jungle." Ike pointed to a suit of brown khaki cloth, much like that worn by the United States tro.ops in the tropics There was a soft felt sombl'ero, too, with ricling boots. Ike himself got into another outfit like it. "I wish you had more clothes l ike those," s ighed Mr. Wentworth. "I have, but nothing big enough to fit you, sir. Hullo, there's the hack!" A vehicle large enough to hold all four, and some bun clles, had drawn up at the ga t e Ike quickly had his people stowed away in the hack. Though they did not go, now, through the principal streets of Colon, yet the New Yorker wa;; abl e to see that, with the coming of dark, this busy little town at the At la ntic end of the Panama Canal was waking up. There were more sold iers and marines in the streets. Negro and Portuguese lab orers from the canal flocked everywhere. The sa loon s were full, ancl fro m music ba.lla came the sounds of music and flying feet. "An cl where's the canal?" inquired Wentworth. "You' ll see just a bit of that, in a few minutes," Ike promised. "There it i s now-all there is of it at this end Just the Chagres which is to be the Atlantic end of the Cana]. See those great dredging engines over there?" The canal certainly did not look either inspiring or interesting at this point. Nothing but the sullen-:flowing, shallow river, wide and with mud-colored waters. The machines were mounted on scows, and now lay tiecl np for the night. The hack turned off to the l eft, away from the river, following a muddy, rutty road. For some two miles on and o.ut of Colon the vehicle took them "Here's our place, driver!" called Ike at last. The halt-breed Spaniard on the box reined up before a dilapidated one-story building that stood on a lonely bit of road, without another dwelling in sight. Ike and his friends caught up the bundles, transferring them to the v acant, unfurnished house, the broken-down door o.f which stood open. Ike paid the driver. The broken-down hack rolled away.' "How long Jo we stay here?" sniffed Wentworth. "Just long enough for that hack to get out of sight. I'm not trusting these half-breeds with our business." 'I'cn minutes later Ike whistled Less than three minutes after that a caravan drew up at the door. There were our sorry -looking horses, sad dled; four pack-miles, well lad en. Cal and Hog Lee led the outfit to the door. "It's mount and get away, :for ours," laughed Brown. "We don't want any s nooper s around here." whether he wanted it or not, a pair of bright eyes watched Ike Brown from behind the nearest clump of jun gle brush. "So !" chuck led Loma . An expedition, and Senor Brown leads. They take a bad road, too! I shall not forget M. Pasquette's hint. The Gringoes do not come back-over t.his road or any other!" CHAPTER IV. TROUBLE BEGINS TO GATHER. Ike Brown reined up hi s horse just as faylight was be ginning to show in the sky overhead. After riding through mile after mile of jungle so deep that the had difficulty in making their way, our hero stoppecl in a little clearing b y the jungle path. Little? The space was not > a hundred and fifty feet ;;qua re Through this space ran a narrow, shallow brook. ".Look out that the animals drink only at the lower end of the brook," Ike ordered, s h arply. "We want the water from the upper encl for our coffee. Hog Lee, wak e up and get somethi n g doing over the camp fire." "Oh, this dreadful country!" sighed Abner Wentworth. Tliroughout the night the New had ridden and perspired. Twelve miles the.Y, had covered, and it was downright hard work. Not that it required any hor semanshi p to keep in sad dle, however, for the jaded beasts had trav e led only at a walk. Hog stirre d himself to get a fire going. Cal un s upplies.

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DOING IT QUICK. Hank Long, as soon as he was out of S(lddle, threw him self down on the warm, steaming earth for a doze. Bob Spicer, having remained silent through the night, was silent now. But he helped Ike unpack certain of the bundles that had been brought with them. These contained "take-down" rifles, which were now quickly put together. 'I.'here were revolvers, foo, all of which were now out with ammunition. "l these had been seen in Colon, we wouldn't have been allowed to get out," chuckled Ike, as he looked into the breech of his rifle before loading it. "The American authorities would liave stopped us, you mean?" demanded Wentworth. "Just that," nodded Ike. "Why, would they expect us to travel out into the jungle unprotected?" "The American authorities," Ike returned, "don't expect us to get into any trouble with the natives." "We sha'n't, unless the natives give us trouble," protested Wentworth. "The natives wouldn't give us a particle of trouble," re plied Ike, "in ordinary times. I've ridden all over this part of the country alone, and with no other weapon than a But when there's a revolution on fodt--" "Then you still cling to that absurd notion?" cried Wentworth. "Absurd notion, eh?" jeered Ike. "Look down the trail allead? See where it has been trodden into a paste o. soft mud by the feet of at leas t fifty pack-mules yesterday? And bear in mind that it's unu s ual for more than five pack mules fu be driven over this trail at a time." "There's mischief in the air," broke in Hank Long, opening his eyes. "Iv' e been in Central America long enough to know that." "Then why lJ.idn't you notify the American authorities in--" began the New Yorker. "Ht1Sh !" nudged Ike. "I did-yesterday afternoon, and got laughed at for my trouble. Our American officers don't know enough about Panama yet. Now, say nothing mnre." Ike threw himself down on the ground to rest, after that hard night's ride. Yet, within three minutes he sat up again, looking curi ously at Hank Long, who was returning the look. "Well, what's up?" asked the New Yorker, curiously. ''Some one on the trail-coming this way," whispered Ike. "Don t talk out loud about it, but talk about anything else that you want." Snatching up another package, Ike unwrapped it, reveal ing a long, cylinder-shaped can of tin. With this he disappeared into the jungle, but was quickly back. Opening the lid of the can he showed Wentworth several bright tropical leaves and brighter blossoms. "Keep this by you," whispered our hero. "In fact, when any one gets near, you can be examining these leaves and flowers. Remember, you're out here collecting specimens of leaves and flowers." "Why not collecting minerals?" queried Mr. Wentworth. "Don't you dare mention minerals, if you value your life," breathed Ike Brown, quickly. "This country down through here is rich in mines, and the natives are deat4 on strangers they think are trying to nose out new mines. rrhey think every foreigner is around here to rob them of their mineral wealth. ,Remember-you don't take any in terest in minerals or mines! Now, spread those leaves and flowers out in your lap. Examine them!" With that, hustling Ike turned upon his Chinaman. "Hog Lee, you lazy rascal, are we never to have anything to eat?" "Me have plentee chow ready bime-by,'' declared the heathen. "Chow bime-by !" mimicked Ike. "What we want is chow now Sabby? Get a gait on with coffee and bacon! Push! Hustle!" "Bueonos dias, senors!" (good morning, sirs!) came the greeting from down the jungle path. Into sight, on a sad-looking mule, rode Manuel LOma. The half-breed s eyes twinkled as he looked over the 1outfit. "You travel into this wild country, Senor Brown?" the fellow demanded, as he halted on his mule. "Oh, anywhere that business calls," Ike returned. "Business? Out here in the wilds?" "Well, the jungle is where we have to go on our presen. business," Ike smiled. "I would not be rude enough, senor, to ask what the business i s," hinted the half-breed. "I don t believe you'd understand this business," laughed Ike. "Do you know what a botanist is?" "I have not that honor, senor." "Oh, a botanist is a man who collects specimens of plants," Ike explained, briefly. "Senor Wentworth here is a botanist employed by the United States government. My friend wishes to get specimens of every leaf, blossom, fern and that s ort of thing that is found in Panama." "He will have a long task," cried Loma. "Oh, well, the American government pays him well for it," laughed ike. "The government pays him well enough so that he is able to hire us to go with him." Loma looked curiously at the that Wentworth was examining without looking up. "Such things interest you, Senor Botanico ?" asked Loma. "Immensely," lied Wentworth. "I have been studying them all my life." "Perhaps I might gather you many more specimens," hinted the halfbreed, "in return for my breakfast." "Go ahead," nodded Wentworth. Manuel Loma disappeared into the jungle. While he was gone the Americans, taking their cue from Ike, spoke little.

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, DOING IT .QUICK. 11 Now back came the half-breed, almost hidden behind the huge armfuls of boughs and blossoms that he "'.'as carrying. "Why, y ou re worth a dozen such people as I have with me," cried Wentworth, jumping up in pretended joy. "Sit down again, senor, and I will place niy load beside you," observed the half-breed. .As Wentworth seated himself again Loma dumped the bundle close to him. Into the heap the New Yorker thrust his hand. Jus t then Ike Brown leaped forward, like a flash. Swish the switch that Ike had used on his horse through the night cut a half circle through the air now. A line of red cut in two, swept out of the heap. A tiny snake it had been, of brightest red hue, and not more than nine or ten inches long. "The red diamond deadliest snake in the jungle, if it is small l" gasped Ike. "The saints forgive me!" cried Loma, piou sly. "I did not see it when I gathered that armful. Oh, you have had a lucky escape, senor-and so have I !" .Abner Wentworth, as he sprang to his feet, backed away and stood looking "S.t the tiny, cut-in-two reptile, turned white and swayed as if he would fall. "I ;;hall take myself on, without waiting for breakfast," groaned Loma. "You, senors, will never believe that I did not do that thing on purpose." "Nons en se!" retorted Ike, speaking kindly, and even forcing a s mile though his fingers itched to get at the scoundrel's throat. "Why should you do such a thing on purpose? I congratulate you, my friend, that you e s caped, as well as ourselves. .And you must not think of going forward until you have breakfasted with us Loma thereupon remained, murmuring apologies again and again. It was proof that Wentworth had some nerve left when he accepted tho s e apologies with s eeming readiness. Breakfa s t ready at las t, Loma ate with as good an appetite as any of them, then jumped up and declared that he mus t be going on his way. Ike did not try to detain him, but waited until the hoofs of the half-br e ed's mule sounded in the distance. Then: "Mr. Wentworth, do you realize what a rascal that fellow is?" "Did he really do that on purpose?" falteriid the New .Yorker. "Beyond a doubt. Loma ha s s een me before, as I have seen him. Either he di s likes me, or else he suspects that I am working against hi s master, Pasquette." "Isn't it absurd that there should be a law to prevent shooting such a rascal?" broke in Bob Spicer, quietly. "We're lucky indeed, if that's the fellow's last attempt again s t us!" spoke Ike, grimly. Wentworth looked more than uneasy. That gentleman, had Ike Brown spoken the word, would have agreed to an immediate return to Colon. But Ike, after seeing the animals ready for the march, gave the word to mount. "I'll ride ahead," he said, quietly. "We've ten miles more of this to cover. If a shot is fired at us out of the jungle, don't stay in saddle and rubber. Drop to the ground as quick as you can and get your rifles ready." "Is-is there any danger?" .Abner Went worth almost faltered. "I don't believe there is," Ike replied, dryly. But Hank Long,' who had seen much of life in the s e jungles, instructed Cal how to bring up the r e a r of the proce s sion and guard again s t surprise. Then Long rode down the trail not far b e hind our hero. Bob Spi c er fell in a quiet third while Wentworth, looking intensely worried, rode ju s t ahead of placid Hog Lee, who trudged along leading one of th e mules. Then, almo s t in an instant, the sky darkened, and down came a deluge. Within. two minutes every one was soaked to the skin, drenched and chattering. Yet for nearly an hour the heavy pour kept on, during which time the little co'1ered two miles. Then out came the sun, though it did not force its rays far into the jungle. Everything was roasting hot, now, and steaming. Insects swarmed and stung. Horses and mules required frequent beatings to mak e them goon at all. "I'm nearly dead," ga s ped Wentworth, at last. "How many miles more?" "Five, at least," replied Ike, when the word had been pa ssed forward to him. "But we'll soon be out in the comparative 1 opening." .Already the trail was leading up hill. 1\nother mile, and they rode out of the deepest portion of the fore s t. .Ahead, the hillsides, dotted here and there with groves, stretched up and away before them. The road was wider here; too. Ike rode back to his employer's side. "When we reach the next rise of ground, sir, you'll see some buildings in the distance. There-do you see, on 'that hill over there?" Abner Wentworth looked. In the distance, probably four miles away, he beheld one huge, dirty-white building. It was big enough, if not magnificent enough, to be a palace Close to it were several lesser buildings. "I never expected to see anything like that out in this miserabl e wilderness!" gasped the New Yorker. "That is Senor Guzman's country place," Ike explained. ".All around are hi s plantations." "Do we go near the house?" ".About a mile and a half to the left. There's the branch ing road, just ahead, that we take. And you notice that the roads are wider here, even if no better in other respects. .And here is the part of the country in which we mus t look out for ourselves. We ClJ.Il seen at too great a

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DOING IT QUICK. Had it been possible, Ike would have urged the horses on at a gallop .As it was, the best that could be gotten out of the beasts was a slow trot. For nea;rly two hours more the little c avalcade kept on, the mules managing, in the long run, to keep up with the horses. It was near noon when Ike Brown, in the lead, held up his hand as a sign to halt. "The rest of you wait her&--and be watchful," uttered Ike, as he dismounted "Mr. Wentworth, come with me." Very stiff, indeed, was the New Yorker, as he got out of the saddle to which he was not used. He walked with great effort, in fact. Ike, after taking his bearings, led the way into a bit of jungle where there was not even a clearly-marked path. Swash! They came to a swampy bit. Ike ploughed in, above his knees, without hesitation. "Do I have to wade through this slimy ooze?" groaned Wentworth. "Yes; and look out for snakes in here, too. That's one," Ike continued, as, coming to a dry spot., he stepped ashor e swishing with his stick and cutting the head from a reptile that hung, head foremost, from a branch. Ike was as cool as if he had been on a s treet corner in Colon. Wentworth felt a wild desire to scream in thi s snake-in fested wilderness. He looked ahead at Ike, wondering if this was the boy he had taunt.eel with cowardice. "It's dry ground in here, no\v, but tough traveling Ike called back oYer his shoulder. Then, through the trees, they came out upon an open space. 'rhey could again look up at the hillside s Here, too, the ground. was strewn with great fragments of rock. "Heaved up and split by some volcano or earthquake in ages past," Ike explained, pointing ahead at the rock s "And there's where the turquoise find lie s Mr. Went worth!" More willingly now, the New Yorker followed until our hero, halting among the great rock fragm e nts, stooped and picked up a bit of soft rock. "See this?" he asked, chipping away the s oft rock. H e took out an object, the size of a robin's egg, dull blue ancl interesting looking. "Cut that and polish it, my friend, and you have a rather fine turquoise!" glowed Ike. "Fine?" cried Wentworth, turning the dull blue s tone over in bis fingers. "I should say so!" "Ah Then you know a turquoise in the rough?" "I studied all the jewellers in New York could show me before coming down here." "Then jump in and look through this rock," begged Ike, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of the miner. Here's five acres, at least, strewn with this kind of rock on the surface. Arld the Lord only knows how much more rock like it is under the surface." For half an hour, forgetting all fatigue, Abner Went worth prospected feverishly over the ground, collecting many oi the handsome blue gems in the rough. "Why, there's a good million dollars in sight here!" ne breathed, quiveringly, at last. "Only a million?" jeered Ike. Crack! Wbizz A rifle shot up on one of the hillsides. The bullet carried away Wentworth's straw hat. Crack A s econd bullet went so close to Ike's right ear that the boy dropped like a fl.ash to the ground. "Duck!" quiv e red the boy. "Hug the groun d as hard a s y ou c an. That means business!" Ike did not attempt to fire back. He was s till in doubt as to what part of the hillside th e s hot s had come from. Smok e less powder give s no clue to the whereabouts of a :::harp s hooter. "Is that that rascal, Loma?" demanded Wentworth, in an a gita t e d whi s per . "How do I know?" asked Ike, coolly. "Is th e re any danger of--" "Danger!" s niffed Ike Brown, mockingly. "Man alive, th e r e s no s u c h thing a.s danger on the Isthmus of Panama. You told me that your s elf before we left Colon!" CHAPTER V. "1'111 AN AMERICAN CITIZEN NOW!" The y lay crouching on the ground for two full minutes mor e But no s hots w e r e fir e d a f t e r the fir s t two, nor did any e n e m y show himself. \ "Is th e uang e r over?" quiver e d Wentworth, a:s Ike rose to hi s knees. There i s n t an y dang er!" "What are y ou c1qing Showin g myself," retorted Ike, coolly, "to see if any galoot will try to get me." N o s hot b e in g provok e d b y thi s e xpo ure, Brown iose to hi s full h e i g ht, s tandin g and l o okin g about him. The n s till s tandin g h e glanced down at th e pro strate W e ntworth A r e y ou sa ti sfied a.bout the turquoise mine?" our hero a s k e d s oftly. Yes," c am e the prompt r e ply. "Fully and honestly s ati sfied? Are you ready to buy a g ood s lice of thi s grourid, if we can per s uade Guzman to sell?" "Ye-es-if I never hav e to come out here a.gain myself," responcled the older man. "Oh, you won't. You put up the cash to buy the ground around here, and I'll look after the mining end." "I' ll buy, all right--if I ever get out of this hole alive." ; Well, you've got a pocketful of specimens to look over in Colon," murmured the boy. "Since there a;re folks around here who object to our presence, the best thing we can clo is to get started back to town

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DOING IT QUICK. 13 "I'm tired, but I second the motion," cried Wentworth, This path, at most points, was exposed to the view from rising eager ly, though he crouched low. the hill s ides back of them "It's time to get back to the outfit," mumbled Ike. ";3up"Any number of men could fire on us from that hillside, pose the enemy were to stampede our outfit and grub?" couldn't they?" suggested Wentworth. "Horrors!" shuddered Wentworth. "Do you suppose "Yes," Ike nodded, carelessly. "But they couldn't take th'e have done that already?" decent shots. The distance is too great for sharpshooting. "Not with Hank Long there, or we'd have heard some It i sn't rifles at the rear 'that are worrying me now." shooting over yonder." "What then?" "Can that man, Long, be relied upon to fight?" "The danger-no, I beg your pardon-the chances Ike turned, stopping short as he eyed the New YoTke r ahead." severe l y "Ahead is the jungle, Brown." "Mr. Wentworth, do you suppose I'd be paying twenty"That's ju s t what I don't like." :five dollars gold to a fellow that wouldn't have sand enough "Why?" to shoot a greaser for tryjng to s tampede our outfit?" "After dark the natives could get us in there, without Without waiting for a reply, Brown turne d and led the a ghost of a show for ourselvei::. They can simply ambush way back into the jungle. us. A s i gn al s hot and then they could pour lead into They had the bit of swamp again to cross, and then more us so hard that we'd all be down with never a chance to fire jungle to force their way through. a s hot back." Wentworth was s ilent. He couJd no longer complain of "Good heavens!" cr ied Wentworth, shaking. hardship. "It isn't a pleasant thou ght, i s asked Ike, turning, This boy, who took everything as a matter of course-with a smile as "a part of the business"-made the g110wn man feel "Pleasant? Good heav ens, no!" ashamed of himself. "Then we'll talk about something mor e c h eerf ul, Mr Ike had dreaded these dangeTS-haci pointed them outWentworth." but now that he was in their mid s t he seemed to look upon "See here, boy," and the New York merchant's voice was all peril as a matter of no consequence. shaking badly, "do you reall y believe that w e're going into "There's a vast lot more in that boy than I had brains the jungle to almost certain massacre?" enough to guess," muttered the New Yorker. "What 'a the use of guessing?" our hero demanded, imAt the edge of the jung1e they came upon outfit. patiently. "Before long we'll be likely to know. There, Behind a tree, his rifle ready, stood Hank Long. now!" t the further end of the outfit, behind another tree, He i;eined up his jaded horse sharply, eyeing a spur of Bob Spicer stood on the alert. hill to the l ef t of them. Cal, smoking a cigarette, stood in the center of the group "See those moving objects over in the distance?" be of beasts, a revolver in his l ef t 'h and. demanded; nodding his head toward the pur of hill that Only Hog Lee appeared to be afraid. The pigtailed ran toward the jungle to the northward. Chi naman lay with hi s head behind an empty lunch basket Abner Wentworth looked lon g and anxiously, his lips Only Cal turned as Ike and hi s employer came up. The quaking. ot her s remained at their posts, their eyes :fixed on the near "I-I see s omething moving over there." distance. "Your eyesight can't be very good." "Get ready, fellows whispered Ike, softly. "It'll be "What are those moving objects?" good for our health to get out of here." "Horsemen. There; did you see the glint of the sun on Silently, Long and Spicer turned to their horses. a gun-barrel then?" "I'd better ride at the rear and keep my eyes and ears "I saw something Jike a tiny flash," quavered Went open, hadn't I?" asked Loiig softly. worth. "Correct," Ike nodded. "And I'll ride ahead. Bob, all a bad s ign," muttered Ike. "And-hullo!" will you ride with the pack train?" "What's wrong now?" Spicer, in saddle, nodded, riding over to his poTlrnre was a new note of terror in the merchant's voice.' sHion "vVhy, over there, not three hundred yards away, I All in readin e s, Ike lifted one hand high as the signal caught sight of a man's head rising over a bush to watch to begin the backward march. us." For some moments Wentworth had bee n deliberating as "More foes?" to what part of the little cavalcane he would ride with. "The neighborhood is :full o:f 'em," returned Ike, in a But now he decided upon falling in just behind our very low, grave voice. hero. He stopped talking, his lips moving as if he were sayThey made no attempt at concealment as they moved ing something to himself. onward. That would have been foolish at best. "Five," he announced:, quietly. Horses and mules could move only along the beaten pa.th. "What?"

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14 DOING IT QUICK. "More horsemen over there on the hill. All moving toward the deep jungle ahead. And all armed." "Why, then, it's almost a certainty that we're to be.way l:iid !" ejaculated the merchant. Ike turned again in sadd le, looking Wentworth full in the eyes. "Can it be possible, sir, that you don't fully understand the situation?" "I wish you'd explain to me just what you make out of it," requested the older man, quiveringly. "Why, it's all very simple," Ike explained. "The na-" tives around this I sthmus never carry aims, except at one time. That's when they're out for a new revolution. I warned you, yesterday, that all the signs pointed to Guz man as the organizer of a new revolution. Now, when we're close to his country place, we. find the neighborhood full of armed men-we've even been fired on from ambush. Now, we find a lot of men headed for the jungle ahead. And there go six more mounted men," added Ike, giving his attention again to the spur of hill to the westward. "But why should they want to head us off?" Wentworth insisted, uneasily. "We've nothing to do with their revo lutio:r anyway?" "Oh, haven't we?" breathed Ike, hotly. "I, at l east, haven't forgotten that I'm an American citizen!" "But what of that? What do you mean?" "If I get back to Colon alive, don't you think I'll ma.ke the authorities listen to my tale of seeing armed men thick out here?" "Then what's your opinion, Brown, of our present sit uation? "Right where we are, sir, we're safe for the present. But once we get into that jungle yonder, and the sun goes down--" Ike paused, expressively. "Well, why in heaven's name don't you finish?" cried Wentworth, anxiously .. "You'rn named it," spoke young Brown. "That's just where we do finish-in heaven!" "You mean--" "Once we enter that jungle, we'll never come out of it alire !" Wentworth uttered a gasping cry. He was white as chalk now, under jaw drooping. "Bnt we can't stay here," he cried, imploringly. "Not after nightfall-no," Ike assented. "If it rains to-night, these half-breed natives could get almost close enough to us in the storm to. kill us before we'd know they were around." Again the New York merchant vent to that low cry of terror. Then, hearing a sound behind, he turned with a start. Bob Spicer had ridden up close enough to hear the last few words. "Pretty tough, ain't it?" queried Spicer. He was smi ling, though his lips were bloodless. "It's a bit tough on men who want to live," Ike replied, grimly. "But we've got to make the best of it. If we go ahead, it's ambush. If we stay here, we'll be crept upon and butchered." "Is there no possible way out of this fearful plight?" Abner Wentworth demanded, huskily. "Nothing very sure,:' came from Ike. "I've been think ing of just one thing. A few rods ahead, at our right, is a path that leads off to the About a mile along that path there's an old ramshackle building that used to be used by herders. It's a hole of a place, but, if we reach it alive, we might be able to fortify it well enough for one night." "If we reach it alive?" echoed Wentworth. "Yes; the way there is through about a mile of jungle,'' Ike went on. "We may be ambushed in there, and we may not. I've been thinking of trying it." "Are you asking my advice?" queried the New Yorker. ''Oh, no; what would be the use of that? Spicer, ride back and Long, will you? Tell him I'd like a word with him." Hank Long, looking almost unconcerned, rode up to the head of the line. "Of course, Hank, you've seen the things I've been look ing at?" began Ike. "I've seen a lot of mounted trouble headed for the jungle," Hank nodded. "No show for us to get through there?" "In my opinion, Brown, not a bif." "I've been thinking of trying for that old herders' house, off to the east of here." "Well," replied Hank, thoughtfully, "we migfit do worse. And we can do no better." "Do you, too, Mr. Long, hold to the opinion that we may be ambushed in trying to reach that house?'> quav ered Wentworth. "It's about an even chance whether we are or not, sir." "But you think, Hank, it's the best chance that offers?" "Sure enough," nodded the lanky man, coolly. "Go back to the rear, then, and tell Spicer to ride with the pack mules." As Long turned, with a nod, Ike urged his tired horse forward. 'l'hey were soon on the path that led to the eastward. Wentworth, keeping close our hero, stared at every bush close to the path, holding his rifle at ready all the time. So they kept on for a mile or so_, a.nd then came to a partial clearing where the trees were not so thick. "Stay here," called back Ike, holding up his hand. "No use of us all going forward. Th13re may be an ambuscade back of those mouldy old walls." H;e rode forward alone, his rifle at ready in case of abmush. Halting, at last, before the door, Ike dismounted and entered. He came out again, beckoning. Slowly, one after another in the cavalcade drew up.

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DOING IT QUICK. "We'll do the best we can here to-night," he murmured. "Cal, you and Hog Lee begin to cut down any kind of wood that you can. The rest of us will cart it inside. we'll want a goodish bit to make these eld walls bullet-proof." "What are we going to do with our animals?" the mer chant wanted to know. "Tie them up outside," Ike replied. "But, if we're attacked?" "We'll be likely to lose our animals." "And have to walk back to Colon?" "Would that be too much troulile, sir?" Ike could not help laughing heartily. Even Abner Wentworth saw the humor of the thing enough to grin in a sickly fashion. "I confess, Brown, that I don't understand how any one can take this fearful situation as coolly as you do!" cried the merchant. "Why, it's enough," smiled the boy, "I've just made up my mind not to die until the time comes. If I don't have to die, it'll be foolish to spend the night dread ing what won't happen. But I've got tq.. leave you, sir. There's a heap of wood to be brought in." Abner Wentworth didn't appear to notice that he was not being asked to help . Despite the fearful heat his five companions worked like beavers. When enough wood had been cut and toted in, Ike's party fell to bracing piles of it against the walls. The building, nothing more than a shed with a slanting roof, was some eighteen feet long by twelve wide. It took a lot of wood to strengthen and thicken the walls. Especially near the windows were the bulwarks made thick. 6 Night fell, shutting them in behind a black wall of dark ness, just as they had finished their labors. Canned stuff was brought out and eaten cold, it being unsafe to think of lighting a fire outside, and there being no fireplace in the tumble-down old shed. There was a brook close at ha;nd, from which enough water had been brought to fill everything they had that would hold water. "How about the watches to-night?" demanded Long, as they finished their meal in the darkness. "Cal will fall asleep the minute things are quiet,'; smiled Ike. "Hog Lee is no good at anything in a fight. So you and Spicer will have to divide the watch between you." "But you, Brown?" demanded Iiong, in some surprise. ''Oh, I'll have my troubles," smiled Ike. "Lots of 'em, in fact. I am going off on a prowl along the trail. I want to get over to Guzman's and see if I can find out how much of an armed force, and what the plan is for this baby revo lution." "You're going to leave us-to-night?" throbbed Went worth. "Why, I'll have to, for most of the night, I suppose. I feel that I've simply got to get a line on the Guzman opera tions. 'I "That looks pretty much like abandoning us to our fa.te," uttered Wentworth, bitterly. "Abandoning cans l" "See here, sir,,'' fl.ashed Ike, swiftly, ''if there's a revolu tion on foot in this little republic of Panama, you can bet every dollar you've got that the move is directed against the Canal. That Canal is American property, and big American interests are at stake. I'm an American citizen, just now, even more than I'm the friend of anybody pres ent. I know what an American citizen ought to do to night-so good-by!" CHAPTER VI. THE SCHEME TO STEAL THE CAN.A.LI "Whew! 'l'his looks like old times l" Ike, standing behind a tree in the darkness, gazed out into a clearing. As far as his gaze could reach he saw the ground littered with Tagged half-breeds lying there in slumber. Those nearest to him had guns and cartridge belts. So, too, undoubtedly, had the sleepers further away. "A part of Guzman's new army," thought Ike, almost mockingly. "Poor wretches! They don't even know what they're going to fight about. More excitement-that's all that's coming to them!" r These men lay on the slope of the hillside, perhaps a thousand yards from the great Guzman house, looming up iii the night as white as driven snow. There must be at least a thousand men sleeping here, Ike judged. . "The whole force, or are there other camps?" the boy wondered. But he had not come here to watch these simple minded half-breeds, ready to risk their lives in battle to further the schemes of wiser politicians. Cautiously our hero skirted the edge of the clearing until he came to that for which he was looking-an opening through which to cautiously approach the great house. There were lights burning up there-the moving figures of men visible on the great porches. "The council of war!" throbbed Ike. "Fools! They don't seem to realize how puny they are against the great po-\\rer of the United States. But what a lot of mischief these fool revolutionists can do before they find out their mistake!' I 'rhe fact that there was no moon, and that the sky was overcast, helped our hero greatly in gradually nearing the great house. Then, too, he was in khaki clothes, a color that was all but invisible against the dark background of the night. "If I were only dark enough to pass :for a Spaniard, and could creep into a white suit, I might mingle with that crowd on the verandah," thought Ike regretfully. Yet get close enough, by some means, by hook or crook, he must do. Along a muddy pretense at a driveway that led up to

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16 DOING IT QUICK. the great hou s e ran a fringe of flowering bushes on either shall easily w_ipe out a half company of the best troops. side. And then Calfonte will be ours!" Taking shelter behind the nearer fringe, and crouching "But you cannot hold Calfonte again s t the troops that low, Ike Brown, all but worn out from hi s long success ion will be s ent against you," ridiculed the Frenchman. of fatigues, crept closer and closer. "Ah, yes, by strategy! Listen, Pasquett e I have one Within two hundred and fifty yards of the house, he item in my supplies that I did not buy from you. I have halted with a sudden jarring. had it for some time." From behind the fringe of bushes on the other s ide of "What?" the driveway came the sounds of voices. "Nearly a ton of dynamite! And I have picked men who "My dear Guzman!" will carry it for me on the march Now, do you see what "Well, Pasquette." we will do with the dynamite, when we reach that little "Of course you know your own business--" town of Calfonte, right on the big Canal ditch?" "Thank you, Pasquette !" "What, you could blow up the most important part of "Yet it seems to me that, in this case, you are leading the Canal-if that would do you any good, Guzman." two thousand poor fellows into what is wore than a for"Ah, Pasquette W e shall not blow up the Canal. There lorn hope. Why, you will have against you more than an will be no need to. But, before American troops can be equal number of the s uperb American s oldier s Wha t formed and s ent against u s we shall have all the dynamite chance can you have?" s o placed that we could wreck the importoot Canal works "Y d t k h l l p tt ,, 1 d around the Canal. Consider! All the dams blown down, ou o no now my w o e p an asque e rep ie . th f S G ' and the water rus hmg m and demohshmg the work of e voice o enor uzman. . th e Canal engmeers Twenty m1lhon dollar s worth of "I know enough," replied the Frenchman, "to feel s ure that you will be in s tantly whipped as soon as you march your poor two thousand men into the Canal Zone. Now, if you would camp here until two agent s can bring you twenty thousand devoted men-well, you know that I can supply you with the rifle s Then you would a chance for .success. But, with two thou s and of your poor :fellows, to march upon regiments of Ame rican infantry and battal ions of American marine s Bah You cannot hope to win the first skirmish!'? Senor Guzman s miled and s hrugged his s houlders. "Ah, but the re will b e no s kirmi s h my dear Pa.squette "What nonsense you are talking! Do you mean to say that the American trGops will not fight?" the finest dredging and excavating machinery ruined! The work of completing the Canal set back for at least five years What, think you, the American government would say to that?" "You would be promptly hanged, if caught sneered Pasquette. "Ah, but I s hall not be caught," chuckled Senor Guz man. "The government of the United State s 'Wm give in to my demands. For what are my demand s ? Very simple, indeed The government at Washington has only to rec o g nize me a s the new president of the republic of Panamaand at once I am president. \ And in return for that kind ness on the part of the Americans I do not blow up their "They will not. They will not dare to." M. Pasquette regarded his cus tomer and utter contempt. works at Calfonte, and the work of completing the Canal i s not set back for five years. Now, my dear Pasquette, friend with what think you of that plan?" "Bah! idiocy, my dear fellow." "The American troop s will not fight, Senor Guzman went on seriously, "for their office r s will not allow them to." "Won't allow them to Are you c razy"" "Not at all," rejoined Senqr Guzman, with another shrug of his shoulders. "This is to be a strategic victory. Listen, my dear fellow; and then you will understand. I am to march my men in by stealth To-night many of them will start through the jungle, but they will move quietly, and the America.nos will not know what is on foot. "Now, by to,morrow night, we move out on Calfonte. Ah, you start You begin to under s tand my magnificent plan?" "Go on," begged the French trouble-maker, his eyes glistening. "There is never more tha.n ha.If an American company on guard at Calfonte," pursued Guzman, eagerly. "We s hall be there, my brave little army and I, before the Americanos have warning tliat any host is near. Bah! We "It i s ingenious, ana daring murmured the Frenchman. "And it will succeed-eh ?;' "It mus t, if you are swift enough and bold enough." "Oh I shall be swift and bold and I shall succeed! I s hall be the next president of Panama!" bragged Senor Guzman. "Oh, you will, eh?" gasped li s tening, spying Ike, as he :fingered the butt of his revolver, nervously. "Not if I know it! This is treachery to the United States, and I'm an American before I'm anything else in the world." Rais ing his weapon, Ilie sighted through the bushe s He was s till pondering whether to shoot and end the life of this foe to the United States, when Pasquette happened to move between our hero and the arch plotter. "Ah, here you are, your excellency!" hailed a voice. A group of young men came out over the lawn, saluting Guzman. They looked like young neighborinz planters who had joined the of the revolution. Surrounded by this group, all of whom were armed,

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DOING IT QUICK. l'i' trembling Ike saw the folly of attempting to shoot Guzman. Our hero would be certain to lose his own life in stead. "I'll duck and get the news to the Canal Zone-some: how !" flared the b,oy. "Capture Calf9nte, eh ? Hold the town long enough to lay dynamite under the Canal works? Why, confound it, either the scheme would work or the building of the Canal would be delayed for years. Bombs and cannon But I'll get word of this through to the authorities somehow l I'm American enough for that!" Cautiously, under cover of the great darkness, our hero made his way back as he had come. A few minutes later he had passed the sleeping half of Guzman's "army." "And now for my own crowd, and then for Colon as q11ickly as possible!" thmbbed this American hustler. "Where now, so quickly?" demanded a sneering voice from the shelter of a bush just ahead. Ike gave a jump of real terror. Loma was behind that bus h, his evil eye glinting along the sight of a rifle that covered Ike Brown CHAPTER VII. BEAUTY IN TROUBLE, TOO. "The deuce!" quivered Ike. "No; only Loma came the jeering answer. "Oh, that's your name, i s it?" bluffed Ike. "It is no use trying to deceive me, Gringo snarled the dirty-work man. "I know you, and have known you all along. You were against us in Guatemala, and you are against us here." "Well?" d e manded Ike. I am going to kill you-I have my orders. No! Keep your hand s away from your revolver, or your death will be instant." "If you knew me," quivered Ike, "why didll't you drill me before I had a c hance to know you. were about?" "Because I wanted to hear you speak first." "Why?" "To make sure of you," returned the half-breed, bis white teeth gleaming through his smile. "Oh You thought I might be some one else? An other American out in this wilderness." "No, a German," supplied Loma. "We are expect ing one German to join us." 1 "Oho l There are Germans in the game out here, eh?" "Since you are to di e," Loma went on calmly, "it ca.n do no harm to tell you that we expect one German-an adventurer who was formerly in the German army. He was an officer of engineers, and we need one." "The dynamite expert that Guzman needs!" flashed Ike, inwardly. "Oh, the scoundrels !" "And now I will do you the honor to kill you," jeered Loma, whose hands held the rifle's muzzle aimed steadily at the boy's heart. "You are ready, eh?" "After you have done me one favor," Ike sneered. "A favor? What?" "What is the name of this German?" "Why should I tell you that?" demanded the half-breed, queerly. "You doubt your skill in aim, then ?" Demonio, no I cannot miss .you at this range." \ "The German's name, then?" "Lieutenant Burge," supplied Loma, coolly. "And now, close your eyes, for I shoot!" Click! As good as his word, Loma pressed the trigger. But the hammer had fallen on a worthless cartrl.dge. Holding a magazine rifle, the half-breed pressed the trigger again. Crack! But too late came this second s hot. For Ike, spa. red from the first, ducked in low; under the muzzle of the gun. Like a flash the boy wra. pped hi;; arms around the half breed's legs. Wrench! Up in the air and down on his back went Loma, falling with jarring force. It was at this instant that the cartridge exploded, the bullet going wild. "There'll be a deuce of a row now!" thrilled the boy, bending over and snatching up the rifle that had fallen from the half-breed's hands. "He mustn't live, to give any pointers." Dazed by his fall, Loma nevertheless tried to crawl out of harm's way. Crash Down came the butt of the rifle, with all the force in Ike Brown's young arms. It would have been a fearful blow had it landed with full force, but the crawling 0f the renegade saved him from more than a glancing blow. "It killed him, though I" quivered Ike. Without loss of a second be took to bis heels, running as fast as he could, for he felt that wusuit would be swift . The had, in fact, given the alarm, and men were swarming clown from the neighborhood of Guzman's houae. Yet in the darkness Ike s wiftly put a good deal of dis tance between himself and the alarmed natives. After five minutes of running Ike halted, going on at a walk. He kept his eyes open, though, keeping Lorna's rifle ready for instant u s e if a human figure showed in his path. "Hullo! What's that?" he suddenly, stop ping more in wonder than alarm. For, behind a bus h just ahea.cl of him in the path he had caught sight of fl.uttering white garments. "Who moves there?" he challenged in rapid Spanisn "Answer quick, or I shoot!" "Shoot, I beg you in the name of heaven!" came the reply in a voice so feminine, so sweet, that Ike :Brown started more than he would have done at a shot. "A woman?" he cried, incredulously. "A girl! A girl who begs that you kill for she never will s urrender. Shoot, lilenor, in the name of mercy!"

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1 8 DOING IT QUICK. "Great Scott! Some huge mistake cried Ike, 1 story of dastardly wrong I can tell' you in a few lowering the muzzle of the rifle instantly, and stepping 1 words. Luis Guzman has sought to marry me I could forward. "I'm not killing any woman. We Americans' not of him, nor did my father approve But my don't do that!" father died last week. 'rhat left only my aunt and a "You an American?" cried the girl, in Ike's own lan-few old servanh;. We live eight miles from here," the guage girl explained, hm;iedly. "Are you an American girl, then?" quavered Ike, tak "Go on," begged Ike. ing another step forward. "This afternoon, as I walked in the forest, a little way "N0; native-a Panamanian, of Spanish descent," refrom my home, men pounced upon me. They car plied the girl, still speaking in English, her voice trembling ried me to the Guzman house. Luis claimed me, despite wond e r and dread. "But do not come close, or I my denouncing him. He laughed, told me that his fa shall kill m y self. I have escaped-not to be captured again . ther was to be the next president, and that he would have Approach me, and I strike!" his father's aid in keeping me and making me his wife. Ike had covered half the distance between himself and I was dragged to a room, and a woman placed there to thi' white-clad girl, ancl now he caught the glint of star watch me. But tonight I sent her for something, and light on the blade of a dagger that she was pointing against jumped through the window to the ground. I had got this her own heart. far when I heard you corning. I thought you a pursuer "Stop that!" Ike commanded sharply. "You're in no "A rescuer, if that be possible," Ike declared, promptly danger. Or, if you are, I'm American enough to lay down "But tell me, senorita; if you reach your home will you my life in saving you. Is that enough?" be safe while the Guzmans lead armed men?" "You do not belong to the Guzman faction those "Safe?" i;;huddered the girl. "No." fiends?" panted the girl. "Will your aunt be in danger, if she remains at home "I?" laughed Ike, softly. "That's a good one, miss. alone?" The Guzman cro,vd a.re hunting me into my grave. I've "No; for she is an old woman." just escaped from there." "Then listen, senorita. Ahead some distance is a house "You know Senor Luis Guzman?" in which my party of Americans is in refoge Yes, we "I haven't that honor," Ike responded also in clanger from the Guzmans Xet we hope ti;> "He is the son of the fool who hopea to make himself make our way through to Colon. Will you come with me, president and accept the man ly, h?norable protection of a few Ameri "I know the old man." cans? You will be safe with us as long as we live!" "It is the son, Luis, I hate," faltered the girl. "You "And if you perish, I can die, too!" throbbed the girl, are not from him?" looking earnestly into our hero's eyes. "On my honor, I've no use for any of the Guzman "You accept our protection, then?" crowd," Ike retorted with emphasis. "Lower that knife, "Yes; for I know that Americans are staunch in their please, and let me come closer. If thE:! Guzmans are your honor to women !" enemies, I swea1 I'll help you all I can." "Then let us go on at once," begged the boy. "It is Letting her right hand an'a the knife fall to her sic1e,, time that we were near other friends in this troubled, re the girl, though trem\ling, allowed Ike to approach her volting country Our hero, as soon as he got close enough for a gooc1 look Then, as the girl turned and walked trustingly at his at the shrinking girl's face, started back. sic1e, Ike ac1ded, questioningly: "Oh, you little beauty!" he glowed, inwardly, for Ike "You haven't told me your name yet, senorita." Brown was a judge of pretty faces. "Patricia-Gonzales," she answered, softly. This girl, who did not appear to be more than sixteen, "Patricia?" throbbed the boy. "I!.1plain English that was in the full bloom of dark, rich, luxurious Spanish means little aristocrat. That's her name, all right! A beauty. Her eyes glowed like coals, yet with the softness little thoroughbred! Gra.cious What a dainty little of the dove a-s she gazed at this American boy. q'll.een !" aYou start?" she queried in some surprise. "You know As he turned to look at her, he caught her smi l ing back me, then?" at him, in her eyes the light of trusting faith in his man "It was your beauty, senorita . I never had the pleasure hood! of seeing you before." "This is a bad place for compliments," she replied, coming a trifle haughty. "Then I beg your Ike answered, meekly enough. "But you are in trouble. Confide in me if you can. A Yankee boy will never turn his back on a female in trouble "It is not much to te ll," quavered the girl. "Yet it is CHAPTER V III. THE :MESSENGER TO UNCLE SAM "Halt!" Patricia started back, gripping tightly at Ike's arm '"It's all right, Hank," Ike answered, swiftly "Oh, back, eh, Ike?"

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DOING IT QUICK. 19 "Back safe." happened that have changed the caS'e. Uncle Sam himself "Who's the friend?" is threatened with trouble now, and individual Americans "A young lady." don t count for anything. You'll take your place, now, as "A woman?" gasped Hank. one of the crowd, and you won't have more than your share "Yes; a girl in trouble." to say. "She's come to headquarters for more," uttered L0llg, "And a small share, too," nodded Long. "Listen, Wentdisgustedly, the muzzle of his rifle as the two worth, instead of talking, for down in this country we young people approached him in the darh'lless. know a blamed sight better than you do what's right. Go A hundred and fifty feet back of Long stood the aban-on, Ike. n doned house that had been turned into a fort. "I'm going to stop just long enougil to put a bite of "A young lady abducted by the Guzmans," Ike exsomething to eat in the saildle -ba gs," Brm "vn continued. plained, briefly. "I have assured her that we will see her "Then off into the night this one American pushes. Hank, safely into Colon if we can get there ourselves." you' ll naturally take command. Bob'll stand right by you, Patricia, while this was being said, turned her gaze shyly I know." down toward the ground. ... "Sure thing," nodded Bob Spicer, the first words he Now, from the house, came Bob Spicer and Mr. Wentworth. had spoken since our hero's return. Ike quickly explained the situation to them, then, lead"Cal," Ike called into the house. But th.e negro was so sound asleep that he did riot rouse ing the girl to the house, directed the others in hanging until Bob went over and shook him. Hog Lee was snoring up a curtain of blankets behind which she could retire. "Good night, senorita," Ike called, softly, through the soundly curtain. "Be sure that we shall watch over you." "Cal, go and catch the best horse, and put my saddle "Good night, caballero-and thank you all," came the on him," Ike directed. sweet, tremulous reply. "1\11 right, sah," Cal grunted, without asking any ques" Caballero" is the Spanish word for "gentleman." tions. "Wouldn't it be great, 'if a girl like that would call me It was not difficult to "catch" a horse, since all the aniher caballero all the time!" throbbed Ike. rnals were tethered withjn two hundred feet of the hquse. Then dropping all sentiment instantly for business, Ike Yet, just as Cal started off in the darh'lless, he came to hastened outside to the others. a sudden stop. "Come here to the door. I've got something to tell you," Off in the darkness came a sudden, almost demoniac yellcalled the boy. ing. Then, as swiftly and graphically as he could, Brown The pounding of hoofs added to the noise. told his friends all that he had learned at the Guzman "The:v've stampeded our beasts!" quivered Ike, snatchhouse. ing up his rifle. "The quiet sneaks!" "If that ain't a plan!" growled Hank Long. A ripple of shots, a line of flashes off in the jungle, and "Will it work?" demanded the thunderstruck Wentbullets pelted against the house. worth. "Attacked, too!" quivered the young leader. "Into the "Work?" repeated Long. "It will work like a cha.rm. house--streak it!" Either Uncle Sa m must give in or have the very old misB 1 1llets were :r,ipping all about them as they plunged in chief played with that great old pet Canal of his. Guz-through the doorway, Ike being the last of to enter. man will be president of Panama, sure enough, if he keeps "To the windows! Stave 'em off!" he panted, as he his nerve!" the door shut and bolted it. "And if something don't l1incler him," broke in Ike, in Hank had already taken station at a window on the side the same low tone that the others were using. from which the attack had come. Bob Spicer was at the "Wbat are you going to do, Brown?" questioned the New other window. York merchant. "Don't waste shots, but don't l et any one get near the "Do? snorted .Ike. "There's only one thing that can place," Ike swiftly directed. "Mr. Wentworth, you've got be done. I'm going to take the freshest horse there is and to do your share in this." try to poke my way through the jungle to-night. By to"I'm ready," replied the New Yorker. "Which station morrow forenoon I must be in Colon." do you want me to take?" "And leave me here to get out as best I can?" demanded "Bully!" cried Ike, frankly. "I'd a notion you'd turn Wentworth. out a cold-foot." Ike looked at his employer with bold disfavor. Wentworth snorted as he started to the window to which "Wentworth," he said, gruffly, without any pretense of our hero had pointep. tacking on the "mister," "I'm afraid we shall have to put It was one of the end windows. you in your exact lace just as quickly as it can be done. "Cal, get to the other end window," Ike ordered, crispYoi: came out as the boss this party, but things have ly. "Keep awake, too, man."

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20 DOING IT QUICK. "Yah .yah !" grinned the darkey. "Yo' t'ink 1 go to sleep w'en dere's any fight doin' ?" "Senorita, I am sorry, but we shal l have to disturb you," called Ike, goifg softly to the curtain. "I've got to sta tion a man at that window in there." "I expected that, and I am ready," replied the girl, softly, as the blanket curtain moved, and she appeared. "Bob," whispered Ike, "you nm to that window at the rear. I'll keep in the miclcllc of the ropm and go to which ever side is threatened. Ouff !" Ike stumbled anll almost fell over something crawling on the floor before him. "Hog Lee, :rou infornal cold-.foot. You heathen witho.Ut a backbone!" ioarell the boy. "I don't want to fight," gurglcll the Chinaman in his terror. "You needn't, then," rippec1 out Tke, in his disgust. "But keep out from under the feet of better men." "Where do you want me to keep myself?" whispered l'a tricia, approaching Ike. "Keep anywhere you like, s enorita. But you'll better crouch down on the You'll be safer there." "Crouch down, like that-pig?" she demanded, her exes blazing, as she pointed at the terrified Chinaman "No, no, I shall stanrl, senor. Do you forget that I am Spanish-of a fighting race?" you won't stand here-to-night?" begged the boy. "Remember that it means death! We can't tell from what direction the bullets will come to-night." "I shall stand, but try to keep out of your way," the girl replied, coolly. Hank Long was watching ut the side from which the first shots had come. "See anything moving?" our hero asked. "Not a sign. Not a flicker," Long returned. "But they haven't skipped out and left us?" "Don't you think that," mgec1 Long, anxiously. "We're surrounded, sure enough. Rut the rascals don't want to fire in the night. The flashein the dark would give us the target to shoot back at. Jn the daytime t11ey can fire, and we can' t see the :flashes. 'l'lieir smokeless powder won't give us even a little white clontl to aim at." Ike, too, felt certain that lhc attack would be put off until daylight. "But I don't get through to Colon now," he groaned to Bob Spicer. "It would be sure death to try to get through lhe enemy now. There be some chance in the day light, but there's none now." The guard had to be kept, ancl kept closely. From time to time Ike moved from one ll'indow_ to another, making sure that each defender was wide awake and alert. At last he haltecl before the other window on the same side of the house with Long. Hearing a step, Ike tnrnecl, to find the eyes of Patricia, gleaming like stars, turned full on him "I will watch with you," she whispered, moving to his side iind peering out the blackness of the night. "I'm afraid you'll get hit," Ike murmured, anxiously. "I pray that a bullet may reach me,_ if I am not to get from here in safety:," the girl answered, simply. From under the folds of lace over her bosom she drew out the little dagger. "Throw that away, please," shivered Ike. "It gives me the horrors to think of that steel and you together. Put it away-or give it to me." "I'll give it to you, in return for a pledge;" the girl quiv. ered. "What pledge?" Ike demanded, wonderingly. "Your word as an American that, at the la st, rather than see me fall into the hands of those scoundrels outside, you will shoot me yom:.self." "I shoot-you?" he gasped. Then, realizing the girl's plight, he went on, boldly: "Yes, yes! I give you my word I'll do it." "'l'hen you are my friend," she murmured, her eye s mak ing him almost tremble. "The best friend I have now! Here, this toy is yours-to remind you of your promise!" Placing the dagger in its little shea.th, she handed the weapon to Ike, who s lipped it in one of his pockets, little imagining when next he would discover that weapon. Patricia remained calmly at his side, after Ike had anx iously urged her to step just past the edge of the open window. Only once through the night was a sound heard from the enemy. It came in a je,er :from a considerable distance. Like a flash Ike aimed his rifle in that direction. "No, I won't shoot, either," he muttered, drawing the rifle in again. "That rascal will be hugging the ground so hard there won't be a show of touching him. It would only bring needless bullets your way, Patricia." Then, in instant confusion, he added swiftly : "I beg your pardon, senorita. You may call me by my name. \Vl1y not, since you are my :friend-my best friend, now!" The weary night of terror wore away at last. A half an hour after daylight the first shot came-a signal shot. Right on the heels of thL shot came two volleys-one from the south, the other :from the west. Quick as a flash Hank Long answered with five rapid shots from his magazine rifle. Then he ducked low to load, but was ql1ickly up againwatching. Nor had Bob Spicer been Jess quick to act on his side. "Keep to your posts, Wentworth and Cal!" shouted the boy. "That may be a ruse to draw us away :from the sides on which they mean to attack. Patricia, lie on the floor! Yes, I insist!" 'rhen, as the girl showed signs of proud mutiny, he added: "Think how it would weaken us to have one Wo'llllded." At that the girl obeyed. Ike took a step forward to kick Hog Lee over to the other end of the room from her. For twenty minutes there was no more firing. Then : Crack Hank Long had fired.

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DOING IT QUICK. 21 ".From the way bushes are moving, I think they're creepFrom the woods beyond them came the s wift beat of ing n e arer," he reported. Crack! hoofs, and the shouting of a man's voice in terror. Ike s prang to the other window on the same side, speedThen through the trees came into view a magnificent, ing three bull e ts into the jungle. maddened horse, 'the rider of which, carrying a rifle in "That la s t one hit s omebody. He yelled," grinned Long. one hand, was tugging with the other hand at the bridle. 'l'hen all became quiet again. There was no sign to Straight toward the hou s e came the snorting beast. show that death and treachery lurked in the dense jungle "Running away with him," :fl.ashed Ike. "No; don't that s tretched away from the house on all sides. tihoot him," as Bob thrust his rifle through the window. "But they'll cr eep like snakes and take hours to do it," "I want that horse!" groan e d Ike "If they're patient enough, and take a few Straight onward came the brute, the rider's face gray chance s they can 1 be almo s t in the hou s e before we see with terror as he realized that hi s beas t was taking him them. And Colon The warning to the American military und e r the American rifles. authorities! How on earth am I to get through and save Chug! Jus t before colliding with the wall of the house, the Ca.nal? By this hour Guzman's two thousand scounth e hor s e planted its forefe e t with such force as to stop drels are surely on the s ilent march through the jungle. itself and hurl the rider to the ground. To-night they strike! Patricia!" "It's our only hope of lif e !" uttered Ike, grimly "My He stopped in the center of the room, bending down only show to get .to Colon!" over the girl. Through the window lik e a flas h he leaped "Yes, my friend?" s he a s ked, looking up at him. Bi ff! He knocked the insurgent messeng e r down flat "You the need there is for me to get through jus t as that fellow tried to rise. to Colon to-day?" 'I'hen Ike bound e d at the horse. "For your country? Ye s.' It is a noble country, too!" Too late to e s cape detection! "If I try to get through the enemy's lines, somehow, you Around the end of the house, out of the jungle, poured will not think I desert you, s ince I leave you among my a score or more native s of Panama. friends?" "Here's the Americana-the doomed Gringo!" sounded "Desert me?" laugh e d the girl. "It i s not dese rtion to Lorna's exultant voice leave a woman when the c ountry calls and needs. And But if Ike Brown was doomecl, h e didn t s top to ask your friend s ? They will be good to me. They will keep any que s tion s about it. your pledge?" He seemed to rise a s if shot from the ground, landing "Bob, come here a moment," Ike called, in a low tone. in the sacldle. Swiftly silent Spicer tiptoed over to our hero and the Startl ed, the horse was off lik e a s hot. girl. Jke had ju s t tim e to swerv e the beast' s head and run "Bob, I have promised Senorita thit t, s ooner do,\rn Loma, whom he l eft stretched on the ground. than see h e r taken by the Guzman demons, I'd shoot her at Crack! crack! c rack! Ike 's start was to the hot music the la s t moment. But I shall try to get through the line s of e arne s t battle. to Colon this morning. If I g o will you take my pledg e The d e f e nders of the hou s e were firing like mad. Some upon yours elf-and ke e p it-at need?" of th e insurgents were repl y in g to them. "That's a hor.rible pledge," gasped Bob, turning a sickly Oth e rs were s e nding a tempe s t of lead after our hero. white But Ike, bending forward and low, rode the frantic beast "But will y ou do it, for a good woman' s sake?" at top s p eed through the thinnest part of the jungle. Yes," g ulp e d Bob, and turning, fled back to his !Jost. Then Ike was away and off-with the terrible problem of "That's promise e nough from that silent, resolute chap," r e a c hing Colon ahe a d of him. Ike whi s per e d, jus t b e fore he ro s e to hi s feet. "Bob will As to the fate of tho s e behind he c ould not even guess. k eep hi s word!" But they were brave-they could meet death. as he now Thank y ou," murmured the girl, gratefully. s tood ready to do! Ike ha s tened over to hi s s ilent friend. A mile away, Ike pulled up to a walk. He wanted to "Change pos t s with Wentworth," our hero whispered. think a s to which of the few jungle paths it would be b est "Then you'll be closer to the s enorita." for him to try to g e t over. 1 Bob made the cha.nge without a word. Ike went and "'The eastern trail," he decided after a few moments . s tood beside him. "That's fairly dire ct, and its furthest away from the way "I wonder how close the scoundrels have got to the to Calfonte. On the eastern trail I'm not likely to meet house?" our hero muttered. "'They may be near enough Guzman' s ragged toy army." to hear an ordinaa.-y voice in here." A mistaken calculation, for, hardly had he turned into "They may be," Bob nodded. "But when they are the trail when, from ahead, came the sharp challenge: they're likely to fire in and about wind us up." "Para!" (Halt!) "Blazes! what' s that racket?" demanded Ike, sudFrom the jungle, almost in his face, showed the muzzles denly. of more than a score of rifles!

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22 DOING IT QUICK. CHAPTER IX. THE DUEL WITH A RATTLESNAKE. I:f ever in his short life live, hustling Ike had felt like fa inting, it was now! A stream a:s of ice water seemed to pass down his spine as he gazed into the muzzles of all those threatening Ma users. There were many more than a score of Guzman's "sol diers" in sight now, while, standing squarely in the path, was a ;ery young man of whom a sword and an air of im portance were the things most notable. "Pardon me, senor," began this young officer, "but you must dismount, give up your revolver and become our prisoner." It was playing one card against the rest of the pack, but Ike gazed down at this young officer with a cool smile of contempt. "I guess you don't know who I am, boy," he answered. "Well, who are you?" demanded the young officer, stnng by the word "boy," or the tone in which it was uttered. "Guess!" dared Brown. "You must be the Americano who is ca"using trouble hereabouts. I have heard our leaders speak of you." . "Guess again." "Or else an Englishman, and that is as bad. Dismount, anyway. pr my men shall shoot you." "An Englishman?" retorted Ike, "You dog, you shall change your tune, or I'll have you shot!" This bold threat, from a supposed prisoner, made the young officer gasp in amazement. Then, like an inspiration, the plan came to Ike. "You don't seem to know ypur leaders' plans very well, or you'd know that a German officer holds an important task with this army of revolution," Brown declared, stiffiy "A German officer Are you--" "Lieutenant Burge, once of the German army. Now, will you get out of my way, or must I order your own soldiers to hold you in arrest?" "Lieutenant Burge! Lieutenant, I beg--" "Get out of my way, at all events," directed Ike, cheekily. "Senor, lieutenant, you will not report my zeal to--" "Senor Guzman is very likely to hear of this," Ike re plied, sharply, as he rode along, the lieutenant walking anxiously beside his horse. "But I assure your excellency-'-" "Silence!" Ike commanded "Speak only when I ques tion you. How many little commands like yours are there along the road ?" "We are marching mostly by companies, your excel lency," stammered the little Panama insurgent. "There are many of your companies along this road, then?" "Several, your excellency." "See here, young man," Brown went on, sternly, "have you heard that my work with this insurgent army is im portant?" "It is the most important, I believe, your excellency." "Very good. 'rhen, as I must push forward in haste, lieutenant, you will detajJ a sergeant and six of your men, all good runners, who will keep up with me and who will exp lain to the commanders of other companies. That is the only thing tha.t will save some of you young officers from being shot at Senor Guzman's orders. So detail your sergeant and six men." "It shall be done, your excellency,': cried the little Pana ma insurgent officer. And seven of the insurgents, bearing rifles, trotted up close behind the horse. "Trot, you fellows, and keep up with me," Ike ordered, gruffiy. "As for you, lieutenant, I may decide not to report you to Senor Guzman." Down the path Ike moved at a trot, after ordering one of his escort to move on fast ahead of him. "Well if that wasn't the easiest!" chuckled our hero. "Heaven grant I don't run into the real Burge anywhere!" Within half an hour they ca.me upon another "company" of Panama rebels. Ike, disdaining any explanation this time, left that to the sergeant of his escort. By noon Ike came upon the fourth company along the road. These men had halted, and were eating Apart from the men sat a captain and two young lieu tenants. Up to these officers Ike rode, and dismounted. "I am I,ieutenant Burge, the German staff officer with this army," our hero annou"nced, stiffiy "I shall do myself the honor to rest with you and share your meal, to which I have a few things to add." "We are delighted at the honor!" cried the little Pan ama captain, rising and extending his hand. It was easy enough to make one's self at home after that. Ike, adding some articles from his own pockets, ate heartily Suddenly, though, just in the midst of a mouthful, he halted, almost choking For a newcomer had arrived-Loma, the dirty-work tnan, out of breath from running. But the ra s cal, though he could not speak yet, pointed a trembling finger at the young American. It was an instant for quick action-and only one action at that. "Sergeant! Escort!" roared Ike, leaping to his feet. "Excellency!" replied Ike 's sergeant, running up. "Sergeant, shoot that crazy traitor A snort of terror, followed by a wordless cry, burst from Loma as he strove to speak. "Shoot him instantly, sergeant! I order it!" Down to his knees, with a dumb gesture of despair, fell Loma. He tried to shout out.

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DOING TT QUICK. 23 Bang! The dirty work man toppled over. "Make sure of him this time, sergeant!" Stepping close to the prostrate Loma, the insurgent ser geant drove two more bullets into the fellow's head "Call your ren, sergeant, and throw the body into the deep jungle," spoke quivering Ike Brown Then, turning to the officers of the company, Ike con-tinued: "Gentlemen, I regret to have marred your meal with such a scene." the Frenchman rode had reined up their horses and were looking curiously, eagerly on. But young Brown's quick eye had discovered the fact that Senor Guzman was not of the party. "There's a fighting chance-just!" quivered the boy. "Gentlemen," began M. Pasquette, "I have the pleas ure to inform you that you a.re looking at the notorious young American, Ike Brown!" There came a chorussed exclamation of anger. Several of the staff officers reached for their revolvers. "The rascal was a traitor?" asked the captain. "He has tried to kill me twice before," our hero swered, truthfully enough, and added to himself "Who a.re you, you scoundrelly Frenchman, that you an should lie about your betters?" thundered the young Amer"It's rough on Loma, but there are better lives than his at stake." Then, congratulating himseH that none of those present knew Lorna's real position, the American boy, after tak ing courteous leave of his lunch companions, rode forward once more. Later in the afternoon he realized, with a sudden thrill of joy, that he had safely covered thirteen of the twenty two miles to Colon. "I ought to be through well before dark," he told him self Again he urged the horse, now showing signs of travel, on at a trot. Then, passing around a bend in the jungle road, he caught sight of a little cavalcade of men ahead-men well mounted and wearing natty white clothes. These men were unquestionably officers of this ragged little army. Ike concluded that they were staff officers at that. "I only hope Guzman isn't there," quivered the bpy, when he realized that it was too late to turn back. "1 won der if the old chap would know me, anyway?" But there was a still more disagreeable surprise in store. As our hero rode up, one of the last men in the little mounted party turned, surveyi:p.g the boy with astonished, cold, steely eyes. "Great gallows! M. Pasquette himself!" throbbed Ike. "The Frenchman's turn at me. That'll. be about all -sure!" CHAPTER X. "FOR YOUR COUNTRY, TOO, CARISSIMA MIA!" "Ah! We have a prisoner-and a valuable one, too, it seems!" chortled the Frenchman. But Ike drew himself up stiffly, glaring haughtily at the French trouble-maker. Are you a Frenchman?" Ike queried, sharply. "Naturally," responded M Pasquette, shrugging shoulders. "Then be good enough to hold your tongue, fellow!" his M. Pasquette fairly gasped at this downright impu dence. By this time the revolutionary staff officers with whom ican "Do you think I would forget you?" sneered PaEquctk: "I remember you well enough from my meeting with you in Guatemala." "You gave me an American name," Ike went on, s ternly. "You are Ike Brown, the meddlesome young American, who has troubled Senor Guzman so much that he has given orders that you are to be shot on sight." "And I hurl the lie back in your teeth, you miserable .B'rench dog No Don't reach for your revolver, or I 11 blow you out of your saddle!" Ike's revolver was trained on the Frenchman, as he said to the others: "Gentlemen, I am Lieutenant Burge, once of the Ger man army. You must know my mission with this army. I am seeking the dynamite train." "Rubbish!" growled Pasquette. "Silence, you dog! Anything more from you, and I blow a hole through you. Gentlemen, will you inform me where I can find the dyanmite train?" "The bearers of the dynamite are just ahead of us," murmured one of the Panamanian staff officers. "Jeewhizz !" quivered Ike, inward ly. "Then the real Burge will be there, and they'll know r:ie for the sham arti cle!" Yet he tried one last desperate bluff : "Gentlemen," he went on, "I must bear some resem blance to tha.t American whom this French dog named It is not the first time today that I have been accused of being tllat American. In fact, it was necessary to give rne this escort of your own men, in order that I might hurry along without interruption. Speak, sergeant! Am I, or am I not, the German officer, Burge?" "Certainly you are, exc;:ellency !" responded the aston ished sergeant. "Gentlemen," continued Ike, boldly, "I trust you are convinced now, despite the how lings ot_ this French dog." "Sergeant," asked one of the staff officers, "who gave you orders to identify this caballero as the German?" "I. forbid the sergeant to answer," Ike cried, hotly. "What! Am I to be told, always, t.hat I am a liar? Gen tlemen of the staff, if you wish, I shall remain with you, as closely watched as you like. Yet, if you detain me, I that I will refuse to do the work for whi ch Senor

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24 DOING IT QlJICK. Guzman engaged me-and I will tell him why I reiuse I Gentlemen, your pleasure!" "Why, it is true," murmured one middle-aged Pana manian, wl10 appeared to be in command, "it is true that we have been wondering where Lieutenant Burge was. Smor Guzman has been greatly disappointed at the nonappearance of the German. We were told he was as young looking as a mere boy. If you are really he--" "{)o you doubt it?" bellowed Ike, angrily. "No! no! Pardon!" "Then where did you say I would find my dynamite bearers?" "They cannot be mere than half a mile ahead." "Gentlemen, I wish you good day, then. As for you, you Frenchman, keep out of my road after this! I have no more love for you than a Frenchman can expect from a German!" With which parting menace Ike set his horse to a trot, followed by his escoct. Within less than fifteen minutes Brown caught up with the dynamite train. It consisted of a few men armed with rifles, and some thing more than forty burden bearers. Each pair of men carried a pole slung between their shoulders. To each pole hung a box of dynamite. Ike looked at the train, thought what it meant to the plans of the Washington Government, and shuddered. "I'm just the one to be in command of this train," he uttered, grimly. Calling to the bearers to "look out!" he rode swiftly to the head of the line. There he found a middle-aged man in command. "I am Burge, the German officer," .Ike lied, glibly. "Then excellency, I very gladly turn the command over to you. We have wondering where you were." "I may not be with you all of the way," our hero ex plained. "So you will be good enough to remain as second in command." "Very good, excellency." Ike's horse needed a breathing spell. He rode, there fore, beside this captain for at least another mile. Gradually they were getting nearer tbe Canal. They were already well within the Canal Zone, though still in the deep jungle. "It's about time for me to .forge ahead, I guess," IkE. mused. "Make way for the caballeros!" shouted a soldier. Turning in his saddle, the American l:ioy saw a half dozen of the youngest of the staff officers whom he had recently left to the rear. One of them waved a signaling hand. "Pardon, excellency," urged one of the officers, riding forward, "but Colonel Cabrera has given us certain or ders." "The deuce he has!" shivered Ike, inwardly. "Colonel Cabrera has directed us to remain with you at all times, excellency." "For what purpose?" "Well, M. Pasquette still remains somewhat positive. So our orders, excellency, are to remain with you. We are not to hamper you, but we are to see to it that you do not, under any pretext, leave the dynamite trairi." "Dished!" ejaculated Ike to himself. But he kept a cool front as he replied: "The order is a most reasonable one. Besides, I do not wish to leave my command." "Sergeant," continued the young staff officer, "you will take your six men and report back to Colonel Cabrera." The sergeant looked at Ike, who nodded. "I can't carry the stiff, uppish racket any further," quiv ered the boy. "Well, then, gentlemen," he added aloud, with a smile, "since I am to be honored by your company, I assure you that I am delighted. I shall remain with yon, and you shall soon see that my zeal in Senor Guzman's service is genuine enough." "Not that we doubt it, excellency, but you will realize that we have our orders." "And, like soldiers, you must obey them," smiled our hero. But as they rode on, Ike Brown was doing the thinking of his life! It was after dark. 'J'lw "revolutionary army" had halted in a great clear ing. The spot, though only two miles from Calfonte and the Canal, was yet in the deep jungle. At some time between ten and midnight it was planned for the gathered troops to hurry forward, seizing Calfonte and the small marine guard by surprise. But here was op.ly half the "army." Further off, in the woods to the westward, was the re mainder of the expedition, and with the other portion, it was believed, was Senor Guzman. Ike, still retaining the pretense of being Burge, had ordered the bearers to stack up the cases of dynamite compactly. Now our hero lounged about, outwardly cool, though raging within. Wherever he moved the six staff officers moved alertly after him, their gaze never leaving him. "Of course, they've orders to shoot me, too, at the first sign of a kick," grumbled Ike. "To say nothing of what will happen if Senor Guzman arrives in person. Hymns and prayer-books! H old Guzman turns up, that will be my finish !" And only two miles away from the threatened Canal Had there been any slightest "ghost" of a chance, I!re would have dashed off on foot, risking bullets and death, that he might try to give the alarm to those in command of the American soldiers, all unsuspecting, two miles away.

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DOING IT QUICK. 25 "By hokey! I've got ,it!" throbbed the boy, suddenly. "Death for me, but life for the Canal and the old Stars and Stripes, anyway!" Yet there wasn't an outward quiver as he went up to one of the men of the dynan1ite train. "Open one of the cases he ordered, brusquely. "I want to take out one or two sticks for an inspection The man moved over to one of the cases. "What was that order?" demanded one of Ike's guard, moving up. "you're exceeding your orders, young man," retorted Ike; sharply. "You have authority only to see that I re. main with the dynamite train. Is it not so? Well, I am inspecting my supplies to see that they are in order for use to night. Be good enoug41 not to interfere, if you please." The man to whom our hero had given the order had just removed the lid from one of the cases. "Now a bottle of the fuse oil, quick).y," ordered Ike, as calm as ever. The oil was brought. Ike poured some of it upon his handkerchief, as if to examine it. Just as suddenly; however, he twisted the handkerchief up into a torch. Flare! The match he struck crackled. He held it to the handkerchief, which slowly blazed. "Careful, Senor Burge!" cried two of the staff officers, rushing forward. "You'll explode the dynamite-a fearful catastrophe!" "Burge be hanged!" came like a cannon shot from Ike's lips. "I'm an and I mean to explode this dynamite here and now!" He held the torch where a movement would drop the blazing stuff into the opened case. That, would promptly blow up the whole ton of dynamite! The explosion would kill half of the thousand men rest ing on their arms close by. "For the love of heaven, senor--" began one of the horrified staff officers. "For the love of country, you mean!" Ike bellowed back. "I'm an American. You are all enemies of my country! I blow myself, and you, too, into space and eternity, for the love of my country!" Out of the darkness, straight to him, darted a slim, girl ish figure, followed by that of an older and almost gigantic woman. It was Patricia who reached him first. Up on the pile of dynamite cases she bounded, panting: "For your country, too, I die, querida mia !" Not the least part of it could the American boy under stand. All he knew was that Patricia, in the warm human flesh, stood beside him, and that one arm rested lightly on his shoulder. One thing more he realized. She had called him "querida mia," which i11 English means "my dearest." ''Drop your torch," she whispered, tremulously. ''I, too, am ready. We will go to the next world together." CHAPTER XI. THE MAGNIFICENT BLAST OF DEATH! But Ike, in that awful moment, over a ton of dynamite, and with the torch in his hand, broke into a hearty laugh. "Dear girl," he gasped, chokingly, "see the rats run!" "Drop the torch!" she whispered. "It will be a mag nificent death!" "Death?" retorted Ike. "After you've called me querida mia Dear girl, I never felt less like dying." "Then give me the blazing rag, if you're afraid!" she cried, reaching forward. But Ike suddenly leaped down from his stand on the dynamite cases. "Do you falter?" demanded the girl, bounding after our hero. "Falter?" he repeated. "Nit! Nary falter! But do you think I'm going to blow you up, Patricia? Or myself, either after I've felt your arm on my neck?" ,,, h lf "They have pursued me-all but caught me. a sobbed the girl. '"But for Anita I s)iould have been cap tured a dozen times !" "They're chasing the wind now!" chuckled Ike. Off as far as his eyes could reach in the dark he could see the fleeing figures of Guzman's men. ... Dumping the case that had been opened, Ike broke the sides of the box to splinters. These he passed to the girl to saturate with oil. In the meantime the gigantic woman had broken open another case with her hands and was adding to the fagots. "This'll work like a charm," glowed the boy, piling the oil soaked fagots in something of a train. This train ended at some loose stocks of dynamite at the bottom of the pile of cases. "Now, then, run!" blazed Ike. "Toward the Canal! I'll catch up with you!" Seeing them safely started, he bent over, touching a match to the oil-soaked wood that was furthest from the dynamite. It sputtered, then the flame traveled slowly. "All right!" glowed the young American. Away he dashed, in pursuit of the girl who had called him "querida mia." He overtook them, finding Patricia in the arms of the huge woman Anita. "Keep on traveling, or the earthquake will get you!" called Ike, with the cheerfulness of desperation. Then, at last, as he glanced back of his shoulder and watched the running ,of the little blaze, he called out, sharply: "Lie down the ground fiat-for your lives!"

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26 DOING IT QUICK. Barely hacl they thrown themselves on their faces, when: ( Bang! Boom! "What a racket!" thrilled Ike. "That'll be heard in Calfonte, and for miles away! Every man in Uncle Sam's uniform will be on his best alert, now! But come on, dear girl! It's not all clone until we're safe under American rifles." As they hurried on, down the jungle path, Patricia told all that had happened after Ike's swift dash on the cap tured horse. The nigi1t before this big, tireless Anita, who had been nurse and maid as long as Patricia could remember, had missed her mistress, and had suspected. Straightway to the Guzman house had Anita hurried, but too late to meet with her dainty young mistress. Then in despair had the big, faithful creature strode through the wilderness until, hearing the early forenoon shots, she had connected them with Patricia. So Anita had come close to the house that was being defended. Scouting all around, Anita had found that, on one side, there were no besiegers. 'fhen, incredible as the task had appeared, Anita had managed to creep close and to call softly to her mistress. Through the window on that side Patricia hacl been lifted down, and off they had started. "Whew! It was a earful risk!" shuddered Ike "In what way?" she asked, looking up at him curiously with her big, da. rk, lighted-up eyes. ''You took such risk of capture-Patricia." "An!ta is big and strong-and clever. She wriggled through the jungle almost like a serpent, and kept me hid den, too." "But if you had met several armed men?" "It was simple. Anita hacl a pocket knife given her by that quiet friend of yours, Senor Spicer. If we had met enemies in the jungle, Anita would have killed me in an instant." "But, good heavens, you must have had many narrow escapes to-day!" "And so we had," Patricia. replied, "but Anita has ears like a wild beast She can hear where you and I would think all was silence. Every time she heard men ahead on the trail she led me into the thick jungle. She carried me, in fact, and I'm not even tired." "Anita," cried Ike, turning to the big, silent female a.t their rear, "you're a jewel!" Though they were still in the jungle, every step brought them out nearer Calfonte and the great Panama Canal. "Hush!" warned Anita, suddenly, while the two young people were still talking in low tones. But the conversation had drowned out sounds ahead until it was too late "Para! Quien vive?" (Halt! Who's there?) Came the sharp hail. A dozen men, some in white clothing, stood just ahead of them, where the jungle path bent. "By all the saints, ifs Patricia!" cried one man. Fla1e He llacl tun:.ed a pocket electric lamp on them. "Co Yer tl:.em Don uet them get away Kill the others if you have to, but don't hurt the girl!" "Kill me instantly!" begged Patricia, in a clear, firm, resolute voice. "Kill me! It's Don Luis Guzman!" CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. Anita took a step forward, as if to obey, but Ike, with a movement of his hand signed her back. That same hand held his instantly drawn revolver "Take this pistol, Anita," he commanded, and the Ama zon grabbed at it. "Now \ill your mistress if you have to-but not while there's a show, to bring her through alive!" Steel fl.ashed in Ike's own hand a second later It was Patricia's knife, forgotten until this instant. Throwing his left arm around the girl, he pressed the dagger over her quivering heart. "Come forward, gentlemen, and get your prey!" young Brown mocked. "Stop that, or we'll kill you!" cried Don Luis, desper ately. "If that sort of threat could scare me," jeered Ike, I wouldn't be here. If I've got to butcher this dear girl, I want to clie right a fterward !" ,. At a whispered word from Don Louis three or four men with him side stepped into the jungle. "Don't try any tricks on us!" warned Ike, "Sternly. "If you clo, we'll kill the senorita at once, and then make a try for you, you cur, Don Luis!" "Don't be a fool," urged the young man "Surren der the girl ancl pass on safely." "Don't you let that talk worry you," murmure d Ike, smiling, though deathly white, down into the girl's eyes. She looked up at him with a smile calmer than his own "I know my friends," she answered "Get away from that girl! Vamose run!" hoarsely commanded Don Luis, as he took a step forward "You took a step forward, Don Luis," warned Ike. "Go back a step, or I swear I'll press the dagger home at once!" Faltering for an instant, Don Luis then obeyed. "Money?" queried the fe llow. "Your price, Gri ngo!" Ike's only answer was a snort of contempt. Tup tup tup. The sound made all jump alike. It was the glorious sound of marching inen Not the soft patter of barefooted Spanish American soldiers, eith er, but the vigorous tread of sturdy feet in heavy American sole-leather "The regulars cheered Ike "Now, D1;m Luis, we shall soon have a shooting bee in which you'll be one of the per formers!" He uttered a swift, low c ry, then jumped s i deways into the jungle.

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DOING IT QUICK. 2'r .After him melted his fleeing followers. Now into sight came the head of the marching A captain and a lieutenant of United States regular in fantry, and back of them the plodding first sergeant Back of them, in single file, came a company of tough, hardened veterans, clad in brown khaki. "Halt I" ordered the captain, and the line came to a standstill. "Who's ahead?" be hailed. "An American citiz1m and friends," Ike replied. "Have you come from beyond?" "Miles beyond!" "Can you account for that tremendous explosion?" "You've come straight to headquarters for information answered Ike. "I s et that Fourth of July off." Then, hurriedly, our heTo recounted the story in brief. Captain Graham of the regulars listening in intense amaze ment. "You deserve a medal from Congress!" declared O:ra ham. "I'm looking for something bigger than that," retorted Ike, drily. Only Patricia understood, if she chose to, for he gave her arm a squeeze. "That explosion was heard way in Colon," explained Captain Graham. "Fortunately there was a train ma.de up and waiting at the station. Our men were jammed on that train like lightning and through we came at express speed." "I doubt if you'll find anything ahead to fight you," muttered Ike, dryly. "I doubt it, too, but we must push forward. Corporal Smith Take two men and escort these young people into Calfonte. Company, forward, march!" Ike and his little party stood ju s t off the edge of the path until the troops, in s ingle file, had gone by at their swinging stride. Later in the night a force of regular Panamanian in fa ntry was dispatched into the interior to hunt for revo lutioni sts, since United States troops could go only as far as the edge of the Canal Zone. A train leaving for Colon took Ike and his charges down to Colon. Straight to his own house Ike led the girl and the woman. At the threshold, bowing with the grace of a Spanish grandee, our hero announced: "It is yours. Forever," he felt like adding. After a meal had been skirmished up, Brown carried a cot out on the porch, where he s l ept through the night. Soon after daylight he was aroused by the last folks he had expected to see-Bob, Hank, Wentworth, Cal and Hog Lee. The latter's yellow face had turned almost green from two days and more of steady. terror. "But I'se kept my color well, sah," grinned Cal, showing his ivories. Then Bob and Hank told how they had escaped . "But we're here, safe and sound," sighed Abner Went .. worth. "I oan't say that I'd have missed that, either. Somehow, I think it has made just a little bit more of a man out of m e." "Do you s till want to buy land enough to work the tur quoise mine?" Ike asked; when he had gotten Wentworth to one side "After all I've gone through?" demanded the merchant, in surprise. "Do you think I want nothing to repay me for that touch of war?" "I'm afraid we'll have a tough job finding Guzman, the only fellow who can sign a deed to the land," sighed Ike. "I hadn t thought of that," replied Wentworth. "Of course, he' ll be in hiding now." "There are ways of finding him, though, if he has slipped into Colon," Brown replied. "How, if he's in strict hiding?" "Ho ho grinned Ike. "A fellow down here who finds himself a busted r e volutionist has a wild desire to get away for hi e health. He leaves the country, i he can, and stays away a year or two, until he gets word that he can safely come back and be good. Now, when a fellow has to get away under those circumstances he need s money, does n't he? Well, a chum of mine is in the bank where Guzman keeps his funds when he has any. If he applies to the bank my chum will know it. So, just before banking hours I'm off for the bank and my ohum." There was still time, however, to serve the hungry ers with breakfast. Then, as Patricia appeared, as fresh and calm as though nothing of moment had happened in her life, Ike got a cab and took her and the loyal serving woman to a hotel. From there he went back to the bank. At eleven in the morning h e was back at his own cottage: "Come along," he nodded, to Abner Wentworth. "What's up?" demanded the merchant, as they starled away in the cab. "I found Guzman-saw him, in fact . He' s in a fever to get away before the native Panamanian officials get him into jail. As often happens with these Central American planters, though he's rich in land he's just about broke for cash at tpis moment. Spent all the ready he had with Pasquett e So, instead of the little strip that we really need, I've bargained for a thousand acres of land, which includes the mine, for the sum of ten thousand dollars in ready, hard American gold. I s that satisfactory?" "Ten thousand dollars! Why, I'd g ladly have paid two or three times that amount. The place will make our fortunes-mine over again. But has Senor Guzman no suspicions over my wanting so much' land?" "None at all. Why should he? I told him that you liked the country, and that you intended building a coun try place out near him. Well, here we are, and you'll find Guzman looking pretty serious, and feeling pretty eager for an order on the bank for all that yellow gold of yours --ours!" The deal was promptly put trn-ough, !lnd Guzman, in

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28 DOING IT QUICK. disguise, got off the Isthmus to rest and think over the folly of butting up against Americans. .As for the revolu tionists, they disbanded the night of their flight. Within three months' time the turquoise mine was in full operation. Bob Spicer is out at the mine as superintendent. He makes a good one, too, largely on account of his quiet way of doing nothing except attending to business. Cal i s out there with him, cooking for him, and caring for him like a baby. Hog Lee escaped to the British West Indies, leaving no r e g r et s behind him. Ike? We'll have to go back a little from the present. He was a hustler. He believed in doing it quick. So, late in the afternoon, after his return to Colon, and n rtc r a bath and a shave, and the donning of the spickest a:1d spannest white suit that he could find, he dropped into a cab, and 01.1t of it again before the hotel in which Patricia had bee n installed. 1 "Oh, my good friend! Is it you?" cried the girl, run ning forward and placing both her hands in his as soon as she saw her caller "Patricia," he began, "we Americans are a peculiar race in some respects. One of our queerest habits is doing things quick. So it happened, the other day, that I ell in love tremendously quick. It happened after a look or two at a face-after the exchange of a ew words." Patricia colored, looking down at her fan. "So now I'm going to do another thing just as quick. I'm going to tell the girl about it. it!" That infernar slang had oropp e d up and passed his lips ere he was aware of it. Coloring tremendously, Ike tried to explain that this was the quickest American way of say ing-well, of say ing! But the girl was not to be taken out of hand in that fashion. She reminded him how short a time she had known him; told him that she had come to look upon him as a very dear friend, but--" Patricia," he demanded, severely, "what did you mean when you rushed up beside me last night, on that man made volcano, and called me 'querida mia?' Yes, you did It took twenty minutes, after that, by the clock, to get the girl to say: "In this country a su itor must go to the young lady" s relatives for their consent." "That doesn't go in the United States," Ike broke in. "It was abolished, cut out dropped off the list-in my country. And I'm asking you to become an American citi zen, Patricia." "But my aunt and the few other relatives that I have left are of a very old Spanish family, and very, very proud,'' murmured the girl. "I don't know what they would say if a young American business man--" "Good Lord, Patricia I What do you think my family a.re to say-first off?" "They could raise no question against me!" cried Pa tricia, flushing. "Our family is descended from the oldest hidalgoes in Spain!" "But you know, dearest girl, that Spanish stock is quoted just a little low in my country, ever since the war with Spain. Our people didn't think much of the Spaniai:ds, we-pardon me-whipped them so easily. So, take my advice, Patrieia, dearest. "When you meet my folks, don't say a word about old Spanish blood. Just stand for what you are, a Panama girl who chose to become an .American citizen because-well, because the best fellow she'd ever met happened to be an .American!" "But I should die of humiliation if your people looked down upon me because of my Spanish blood!" she cried, her cheeks flaming. ".As much as I love you-as much as I am going to, I mean-I shall hate you and leave you if :your people put a s light upon me !" ".They won't, Patricia, dear girl. They won't dare to, or think of it, I give you my sacred word of honor," Ike promised solemn ly. "But don't go rubbing old Spanish blood over them, Patricia. Stick to Panama!" Later on, when Patricia discovered that Ike really hadn't a single relative in the world-except herself-she laugh ingly forgave him, and loved him the better for cheek. Ike is drawing dividends so fast from that turquoise mine, nowadays, that he has bought a pretty home on a slope of the Hudson River, the next estate to Mr. Went worth's, in fact. And there Hank Long is in charge, as superintendent He's saving some great stories to tell to the future chil dre of the happy, prosperous young couple. THE END. In the next number of this Jive and up-to-date new wc:ekly you will find a rousing and timely story by fess or Oliver Owens. "IN THFJ 'FRISCO EARTH QUAKE; OR, BOB BRAGG'S DAY OF TERROR," will be published complete in No. 9 of 'fhe Wide Awake Weekly, out next week! All the intense horror all the heroism of indivirluals. all the calm plurk of a stricken cityful, and in numerable thrilling incidents of that greatest disaster of modern times, will be woven around one of the most excit ing stories ever published. Be on the lookout for this great story next week SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from l!DY newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQU4,RE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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