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' An oiiiinotis diCk'under' Toi:n Bolton's-feet(-He was shot downward, splashing in water. The in-. atant before the stone clicked into place again his command floated to terrified Tom: "Don't desert Isabel! Tell Diaz how his enemies destroy his friends."


WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY A COft['PLETE ST07lY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekl11-B11 Subscription $2.50 per yeer. Ente1ed according to Act o f Congress, in the year 1906, in the o"" or the f"brarian of C o ngres s W ashington, D. C., by Frank T o usey, Publi11ler, 24 Union Square, New Y o r k No. 29. NEW NOVEMBER 2, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ QR, A HOT TIME IN MEXICO B y LIEUT. J J. BA R R Y I. The two American youngsters, while far enough from any oth er din e rs w e r e yet within a few feet of the people passHOW IT ALL STARTED. ing on the C all e Republica. They had been ravenou sly hungry when they entered the "Eat hearty, Tom!" Cafe Hidal go. "Same to you, Joe!" With jus t four d o llar s in money l eft between It was a great place to get a good meal, in the Cafe Hi-them, and with fhe future not extremely bright, they had dalgo, on the Calle Republica recklessly agreed to have on e good square meal, at least, in That latter name means "Street of the Republic and. Mexico, and see if that m e al would not introduce them to the Cafe Hidalgo i s one of the s wellest" restaurants on the bright sid e of life. that famou s street in th e capital c ity of Mexico So here they w e re, the me a l half through with now. "The Lord onl y know s when w e'll g e t another meal as For three month s the boys h a d bee n waiters on a pasgood !" sighed Tom Bolton. s enger steamer pl y ing b etween New York City and Vera "Unless we go back and ship," gurgled Joe Lannon. Cruz, which is th e port to th e c apital of Mexico. "Stop that!" cried Tom Bolton s harply. Wages were not hig h in the s t e ward's department on that "I know we don t want to s hip. But we have to eat," s teamer, nor had "tips been over plentiful. argued Lannon. With sixty dollar s b ebYee n them the young sters had left "Didn't I s ay this meal was going to change our lu ck?" ship on the la s t arrival at Vera Cruz. demanded Tom Bolton "Now, forget tpat we ever were on They had heard so much of golden chances in Mexico a ship. This meal will take our last four dollars, Ameri c an that they thirsted for a chance to tempt fate money, which comes to about eigh t dollars in this l azy, So far they had been nearly three weeks in the capital glorious old country of Mexico. Now, what does eight dolcity. lars M e x amount to when it changes your luck. Enjoy American men, with capi t al, might find abundant c hances your meal, Joe, old fellow, with all your Iris h good sen8e." for success in Mexico. "Fa ith, I'm enjoying it," r e pli e d Lannon, dipping again For American boys, however, there didn't seem to be a into a s teaming di s h. ghost of a show. The two boys sat at a table close to the street. Lannon was for writing the steward of the sh ip which After the manner of stores and restaurants in Mexico the I was again at -v era Cruz, but T om Bolton felt that he entire front of the great room was open upon the street. couldn't think of doing that while there was any chance


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. left on earth getting along some other place than on a "The American minister ought to be a good man to ship. know," wrote Brother Bill. "But don't wll him that you've "I don't want to go home, Joe, and have the folks all give be1m workjng on a ship Just put on your best clothes, and me the laugh," protested Tom Bolton. let the minister think you're traveling in search of a good "Faith, I m thinking it will be the undertaker tha.t'll be thing in business. I hope you'll have more l'llck than some giving us the laugh here before many days," prophesied of your brothers!" Lannon, dismally. Promptly upon their arrival at the City of Mexico Tom "I've come to Mexico to make a good thing for myself, and Joe had gone to the great white building of the Ameri and I've got to do it," retorted Bolton, stubborn ly. "There can Embassy are chances here, and I've got to find one of 'em. Now, Joe, The Hoporable Mr. Stone had received them very nicely, if you're sick of it and want to back out--" had chatted with them for a while, had offered them some "Stop that before you get a fist between your teeth!" advice, and had said, at parting : growled Lannon, indignantly. "Do I look like the fellow "In Mexico, when you see a position with a business that'd desert a friend who had the h,ard lu ck to go crazy?" house, you are asked very particularly for your references Tom lau ghed, with a mouthful @if food, with the result Fortunately, you will be able to refer to me, and I think that some of the food got down the wrong wp.y and he that will be all you will need," nearly strangled. They had not seen the A}Ileri can minister again, but here, Anxious Lannon sprang up and thumped his friend be-for three weeks, they had \lrifted around the great Spanish. tween the shoulder -bl ades. American city, with the finest references to be had, but with "It's all right," gasped Tom Bolton, still red in the face. no one in sight who needed two American boys. "But be careful, n ext time, you say to a fellow when "It's all for Tom to say he don't want to go back he 's eating three kinds of grub at once." to the ship," grumb led Joe Lannon to himself, as they Tom Bolton's family, back in New J ersey, was poor neared the finish of that famous meal. "But I'm betting enough. he'll be glad enough to do it in the next day or two. A Tom's father had put in his whole life trying to scrape fellow has to ea. t, and he has to have a place to sleep. Faith, enough together to s upport and educate ten chi ldr en it's lucky we' ll be if we can get the steward to send us our Every one of the children had rec eived a public school tickets down to Vera Cruz." education, and then had been turned loose on the world. From thinking so hard on that matter Lannon finally hit All of Tom's six brothers were grown up. OnlT one of upon a brilliant scheme them, Bill, had amounted to much in the way of securing 'Twill do no harm to write the steward for the tickets. the world's goods. If we don't use 'em, we can send 'em back. I'll s lip off this Bill had started as a clerk, had studied law, had become minute and do it." a -lawyer, and from that got into politics. He was reported to be rich, but if he was he never used Full of that plan, Lannon bolted down the last of his any of his wealth to help other members of the family. meal, excused himself, and hurried away to write a l ette r Tom, when his turn came to quit school, hungered for applying, in both their names, for their old jobs foreign l ands Tom Bolton, left briefly by himself, l eaned back in his As the easiest way for a poor 'boy to travel was to get a chair, watching the picturesque Mexican crowd on this late job on a ship, Tom had traveled between New York and afternoon. Liverpool for six months, at oM time laying off for a trip "I feel good, after that meal," sighed the boy. "I feel and spending his savings on a trip across England and into so good that, surely, something must be about to turn. up." France. An American face loomed up in the crowd-an American But for the last three months he had been traveling to face framed under a big, cone shaped Mexican straw hat. Mexico, which he had heard of as a Land of Easy Dollars. The young man under tha.t, dressed in white duck, deOn the last ship our hero had met Lannon, also poor and tached him s elf from the crowd and came across the sidewalk afflicted with a love of travel. to our hero, holding out his hand. The two youngsters had speedi l y become friends. "I've seen him; I know him," flashed through the boy's From that they had developed into chums for life. :qiind. "Where? Who? Oh, I know now! That's ParJ oe Lannon was a New York boy, born and bred, but of ker, the surveyor, who was so decent to us when we went to Iris h descent. his office to apply for jobs as chain-men. Said he was sorry, Up to the age of s ixteen, Joe had attended the public but only Mexicans could stand the climate and hard work schools in Gotham, but for the last year he, like our hero, np in the mountains where he does most of his business had been permitted to make his own livin g Wonrler if he has changed his mind now(" Brother Bill Bolton, on hearing that Tom had planned "Howdy, Bolton? greeted Parker, a man bare l y more to try for a strike in Mexico, h ad sent the boy a pompous than twenty -five, as he shook hands democratically with the letter, enclosing another to Brother Bill's friend, the Hon. boy. "Feeding well, eh? A bad plan in this climate. And Ch'anncey J. Stone, U. S. minister to Mexico. how goes business?"


ALL FOR PRES ID ENT DIAZ. 3 === ===============-======-------"\Yhy, I thought you might have something, when I saw you coming," laughed Torn "Still on the outs, eh?" quizzed Parker. "Too bad. No; I haven't got a blessed thing. You know what I told you the othe r day -that this is no country for an American u nl ess he h as capital." I thought I had capital," sighed Torn. "It isn't every Amer i can here who can give the American minister as a reference." "That's bu ll y as a reference," Parker admitted, dropping into a chair. "But you see, the trouble is that no one wants Americans here, except the Americans who have money to sink in some wild-cat, get-richquick schemes for \rhich these Mexicans are famous. Want some real good :-.drice, Bolton?" 0 f course." ''It's this," spoke Parker, seriou s ly, and leaning forwa:;:d orer lhe table, fixing his gaze keenly on our hero's face, "Uct out of l\Iexico while you have the funds left If you cl01i"t, you'll go from bad to wor se, and land up on your uppers!" "Quit 1\Iexico ?" cried T or.1 "That's it!" "Kot if I die here !" "But it isn't pleasant, dying on the streets of hunger, and you ll soon come to that-unless you have wealth you can draw upon from home." I haven't," 'I'orn admitted, ruefully, shaking his head. "Then take good advice and get back to the good old U .S.!" "You don't know me, or you wouldn't offer that kind of advice," Tom retorted, coolly, but spunkily. "When I set out to do a thing I'm going to do it. There's no turning back. '11here's no such thing as owning up licked! I may starve, as you say, Mr. Parker, but I won't be whippedremember that!" "I've heard others talk tha.t way," nodded Parker. "I've known a few of 'em to die in the hospitals here, and the most that ailed 'em was irregularity of meals." "I'll win out," predicted Tom, confidently. "You'll wear out and die," grumbled Parker. "Then. I'll have the sport of dying in a good fight c r ied Tom, :flushing. "But there's one thing I won't do w h ile I've got breath, and that is to admit being licked I'd sooner die than admit that I had to run away!" "All right, then Success to you, old chap!" cried Par ker, r ising and holding out his hand again "There goes a chap I've got to overtake--business, you know!" With a hasty handshake Parker was off and away i n the crowd. Joe Lanno n having finished his brief letter and mai l ed it on the sly, now came back l ooking as innocent as if he had not done the very thing that his chum forbade "What'll you be doing, now?" Joe asked, good naturedly "We'd bette r be moving," B olton replied. "There's an hour yet before the business offices close. Come-and we'll trust to l uck An elderly 1\Iexican, short, s t out, \rith griz;ilccl moustache and dark, quiet eyes that seemed al.Jle to look thro u g h boards," now stepped over to the boys. Unknown to our hero, this gentlemen, for such h e ap peared to be, had been watching Bolton d u ring the latte r s talk with Parker. "Pardon, young senor," inte r rupted this m a n w i t h the dark, quiet eyes, "but I think I hea r d you say that you seek something to do in Mexico." "That's right," Tom Bolton nodded, q u ickly, and turne d eagerly to size up his man. "You do not care what you do, if it b e h o nest work ? asked the strang e r, in a low voice. "Not a bit, if it's honest." ''And I think I heard you say that the A m erican mm ister, Mr. Stone, was your reference?" "Yes." Torn was beginning to b e intere s ted in this elde rl y Mexi can, with ihe air of a g e ntleman ancl an English speec h that was perfect. "You would not mind danger?" asked the stran ge r in a still lower tone . "Mind danger?" retorted Tom "We'd rather enjoy i t." "And you are quite sure that the ArnEJJ:ican mi niste r w ill vouch for you?" insisted this strange r "He said he would-up to the l imit." "Good, then! Will you come wit h m e? I would t a ik with you?" "Yours truly!" said Tom. "Lead the way, please. "Do not walk with me," whispe red the Mexica n "Jus t follow me at a little distance, until we r each my ca r riage." With that, and not l ooking back, the stran g e r s t e pp e d out upon the sidewalk The two boys looked hard at each ot h e r. "Now, what do you make of that?" throbbed Joe Lannon "A job, I hope," predicted T om, hopefully "A job out of the sky, then!" smacked the Iris h boy. "Why, we'd take jobs u p i n the sky, if they wer e any good," smiled Bolton, as the two boys threaded t heir way through the crowd in the wake of their u nk n own fri e nd. That Mexican gentleman l ed them some d ista nce down the Calle Republica, then around a corner d o wn a side street, and around a second corner Here stood a closed carriage, to which wer e h i t c hed a p ai r of splendid bays. Their guide stepped inside the carriage. A s the boys approached he motioned them to the fro n t seat A solemn faced driver c losed the doors, the n mount e d a nd drove away Their Mexican, lighting a cig a r s moked slowly, tho u ght-fu lly, b u t d id not speak. The drive lasted for som e :fiftee n minu tes, durin g which time no word was spoken inside the carriage Then, in a quieter part of t h e city, the carriag e stopp e d before a big, marb l e faced bui lding t hat h a d an official look. Over the entrance was the coat of arms o f Mexico.


4 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "It' s a government building of some sort," Tom Bolton 'Now, what is this-a police station?" blurted the bespeculated, inwardly. wildered Lannon. "Be good enough to follow me, young gentlemen," re"Be patient, senor," urged the clerk, "and you will soon quested their strange guide, as he st e pped out of car-know all." riage. Hardly had Lannon dropped back in his seat when a door He led the way inside the big building. of the inner room opened. A clerk appeared, beckoning to Two Mexican policemen on guard at the door solemnly the two Americans. saluted their guide, proving that he was a man of some They stepped forward swiftly, curiously. official importance. Yet that second room proved to be but the ante-room to Down a corridor the Mexican led them, halting at last a third. before a door guarded by another saluting policeman. Into that third room the boys stepped past the clerk, Past the policeman he led them into an office in which who, with a slight bow, held the door open for them and three clerks were seated at desks. closed it after them. To one of these des k s their guide b e ckoned them, then Here was their Mexican seated at a huge desk by a winsaid in Spanish: dow in a room some thirty feet square "Be good enough to write your names on a sheet of paper E t f th d k d b l'k 1 k' telephone ,, j xcep or e es an a usme ssi e oo mg for me. on it, reinforced by a row of button s of call-bells, this room Tom reached out and wrote, then pa s sed p e n and paper 1 k d 'f t h d b fitt d f th t' f L oo e as i 1 a een e up or e recep 10n o to annon. "Good," approved their guide "I see that you und e r stand Spanish." "Oh, yes a little!" Tom repli ed, c onfid ently He and his chum in three m o nth s o f s ervic e on th e steamer, h;id h a d jbundant chances to pi c k up some of the vis itors. "Now, then, youn g senor s," called their Mexican, in a bri s k voice, without ris ing, "come o v e r h e r e to me. these seat s"-pointing to two chairs pla c ed at the outer cor n e r of h i s desk. Spanish languag e b poken by two-thirds of the passenger s For a moment or two the Mex ican calmly s tudied the "Now," requested their guide, courteou s ly, "will you b e fa ces of the two American youngsters. good enough to take s eat s here until I can communicate If the re was an y thing in their whol e mak e -up that he with the American mini s ter? I mu s t make s ure, you kno.w didn't s e e in that long, thorough g l a nce w i th those won-that your credentials are good. 'r derful eyes, it couldn t have been much w orth knowing. Their guide disappeared into an inner room. "Do you know who I am?" a s ked their Mex ican. "Well, what do you make of this?" demanded Lan.non, "No, sir." Tom Bolton had on hi s bus iness front now. in an eager whisper. 1 "Did you ever hear of Colonel Mendez?" "!I knew, I'd claim it," smiled Tom. "But rest easy, "No, sir." old chum. This is the something turning up that I was so "Many have," smiled their Mexic a n, "and I am he Since sure of." you have not heard my name before, you probably do not "Faith, I hope you're right. need it." know the nature of my work." But a half an hour brought no change in the situation. "I do not, sir," Tom admitted "I'm getting uncommonly nosey to find out where we "I am c hief of the political secret police of the republic," are," grumbled Lannon, after having tried, in vain, to get went on the colon e l. any one of the three clerks in the office to talk. Then, ignoring Lannon, he turned to Tom with: "What are you going to do about it?" laughed Tom, in "I was impressed Bolton, with the pe c uliar spirit and an undertone. d e termination that you di s pla yed, an hour a g o in the Cafe "Faith, I'm going to step outside and ask what building Hidalgo. I also gathered that y ou are h e r e in Mexico seekthis is, anyway." ing your fortune and that you can't find it. Tom turned and strode to the door. But one of the e haven't found it yet, colonel Tom corrected. clerks rose and darted to that barrier ahead of him. "Same thing," smiled their Mex ican gravely. "To pro" Pardon, senor," urged the clerk, "but it is not permitted ceed, young gentlemen, a s I w a tched you it occurred to me to leave." that I could make important u s e of you and that you could "I can't leave, is it?" gasped Lannon. find your start on the road to fortune in Mex ico. That fa, "It is not permitted, senor; not without word fromif you are fond of adventure, and if you are as reckless of from the inside office." uanger as Bolton made it appear." "What's to hinder me going?" demanded Joe, with a "We're listening hard, colonel," Tom ventured trying to grinning look at the narrow shoulders and weak chest of the keep back the eager curiosity that consumed him. clerk before him. "Would you enter the secret polic e on a service that can "The policeman just outside the door has orders," replied 0be performed by Americans better than by Mexicans, and the clerk, calmly. "Believe me, senor, it will be much betby boys better than men?" asked Colonel Mendez, looking 1er to return to your seat." at them searchingly.


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "Is it honest work, colonel?" questioned Tom, rather bluntly. "It is work ordered by the Mexican government-by his excell ency, President Diaz, in fact," replied Mendez, flush-ing slightly "Yo u ll pardon me, colonel, but I wish to make sure that it's good, clean, honest work," ip.sisted Tom, somewhat em barrassed, yet at the same time determined to make it plain that he and Joe could not be enlisted for dirty work "It is lawful, honest work," replied Mendez, slowly. "It is a task of getting information for the government-information against its enemies. It is work, frankly, that involves a good deal of danger-and that danger will be paid for if you young men undertake the work and clo it well." Tom B olton l ooked at the !Jther boy. Joe nodded back "We'll take it, colonel!" declared our hero, with great promptness "Good!" cried Mendez, his eyes lighting up. "Then I accept you, for, while I kept you waiting, I sent a messenger to your American minister. Your credentials are excellent. I am satisfied. You agree to enter the Mexican secret po lice service ? "We have agreed." "Good. Wait!" Mendez touched one of the bells over his desk, and one of the men from the outer office entered. Tom and Joe, their right hands raised, took the oath of special service under the Mexican government . "Now, if you were to break that oath," smiled Mendez, when the other Mexican had left the room, "you would be doomed to more years in a Mexican prison than I would care to think about. But you won't break your oath, of course." After a brief pause the colonel resumed: "In the State of Chohuca, in "'.estern Mexico, lives Don Carlos Cespedes, the owner of the Hacienda Bonita. You may have heard hints of revolutionary plots that are being hatched to drive Diaz out of power Don Carlos is, we know, the chief leader. of the movement in the State of Chohuca. "With him he has associated three foreigners-Trescott, an American, Beaudois, a Frenchman, and Donner, a Ger man. We believe, though we do not know, that 'these for eigners arn aiding the revolution much with money from abroad-for there are many people, both in Mexico and out of it, who would spend millions to see good old President Diaz driven out of power. "Now, young gentlemen, what I wish of you is that you should go to Chohuca and make the favorable acquaintance of Don Carlos and his foreign friends. You will pose as wealthy young Americans, going through Mexico for a good time. It will not be a difficult pretense, for you will be s u pplied with money from this office. "But you must be clever, tactful, agreeab le. and above all you must give the impress ion of being reck less but depend abl e young d are-devils with a tinge oi. the lawless in your! make-up. In a word, you must manage to g et yourselves enrolled in the revolutionary p l ot and you mu s t turn all the information you get over to Senor Sanc h ez, who is my agent in Ohohuca. Will you u ndertake this, young gentle men?" "Yes Tom Bolto n shot o u t cr ispl y "Good I believe you w ill succeed," cried Colon e l M e n dez, his face g l owing "For boys will be h ar dly s u s pected by the enemy of dou b l e : dealing The n you ente r int o this for me?" "Heart and soul!" cried Tom B o lton eag e rly. "HeaTt and soul affirmed L a nnon, sober ly. "Remember, you r isk a ll for the service of Preside n t Diaz!" urged their Mexi can, solemnly. "All for President Diaz!" throbbed T o m Bolt o n. "And it'll be a hot time in old Mexico I'm thinking,'' muttered Joe Lann o n, wit h prop h e ti c in s ight. CHA PTER II. .A. CORNER IN ROMANCE "Now, for a nice, easy job," grin ned Joe Lann o n g iv e me the hard task of playip.g off as young men o f weal t h." "And with the treasury of Mexico back o f the b luff, smiled Tom Bolton, speaking hardly above a whi sper. "Pinch me! Am I awake? I don't know "You're tickled, aren't you?" asked Tom, with a mor e serious face "Tickled? Faith, 'tis a tame wor d." Lannon heaved a great sigh, then sho t o u t : "Oh, the glory of being rich I wish i t coul d keep up." "It may, if we succeed in what we're u p to now," hin te d Bolton. "You know, Mendez told us that, if we put th i s game through to suit the governme n t, the r e' d be nothing too good or big for us.;, "Bluff, that!" decla re d Lan n on, s u spic iou s ly. "Think so ?" "I'm afraid so." ''I may be dotty, of cour se," admitted Tom. "But I gathered an idea that Mendez is as h onest a n old chap as can be found in a month's t;ave l. .He's been paid s o many years for hunting up the t r uth that I hardly bel ieve he'd know how to lie. Anyway, i t's an inte r esting gam e h e hmi given us to p_lay. It sui ts me down to t h e grou nd. And as he said, it's a game that an American can p lay b e tter than a Mexican, a n d a game in whic h a boy stand s a better show than a man." "But Mendez-" "Hush!" whispered To m, warn i ng l y "We' r e getting into the brush, now. Don't mention names, even in an un dertone. Better not tal k about anyth in g but the weat her. That brush ahead may have ear s Lannon glanced a h ead at the thick mesqu ite b u s hes a nd the dense chapa r ra l that looks like our own scrub oak Truly, eavesdroppe r s coul d l urk fine l y in t ha t dense that now l ittered the country c lose to that mountain road. For our young tmve l e r s w e r e i n C h ohuc a at last. Traveli n g as far as t hey coul d come by the railro a d they


.. ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. had reached the handsome, old-f as hion e d city of Tres An-The r e was no use in arguing with a fellow who held to geles (Three Angels.) such a belief. Here they had been met, stealthily, by Pedro Sanchez, Now, the road led down through a littl e gorge. Mendez' agent, whom they had recognized from a photoHigh above them on either side towered the cla.y banks. graph shown them in Mendez' office in the city of Mexico. Some vegetation g rew there. At the approach of the From Sanchez they had received some additional instructrave l ers li zards scooted to their holes up in those banks. tions. Here and there a snake rai sed its head curiously or hissed They were to proceed out to the Hacienda Bonita, there angrily. to make the effort to discover wh; were at the head of the "Ugh!" shudde r e d Joe, as he caught sight of the reprevolutionary plan, and also who composed the rank and ti les. file of the disaffe cted party. "Got a horror of snakes, eh?" smi led Tom. The morning of the day before they h ad left Tres An "I'm afraid of 'e m," Joe admitted, honestly. geles behind on the thirty-odd miles of march into the "That big black one that you see up t h ere senor," broke rather wild country where the great Hacienda Bonita was in the guide, "is a harmless reptile." situated. "Harmless!" uttered Joe, disgusted ly. The night before, twenty miles out from Tres Ang e les, "Some of our peop l e keep a snake of that kind around they had camped n ea r the road side This morning they the house, as you would a cat, to catch rats." were finishing the journey to the immense ranch. "I'd rath e r have the rats," Joe rejoined. Ahead of them trod their guide, a chance fellow picked Suddenly the guide leaped about six feet across the roadup in the city and recommended as hon est way with a yell. Their guide tramp e d at the head of a burro, a tough little Then, h astily drawing the machete, o r l ong, sword-like pack animal on the ord er of a diminutive mule. knife, that he wore at his belt, Jose cautio u s ly returned, ro the burro w e re strapped their tent, a few cooking st riking with unerrin g aim and cutting in two a bright-red utensils, some food and two new outfits of tropical clothing. littl e snake that swung from the low branch of a young For th e mselves, the young Americans rode on fairly good tree. saddle mules. "If you see any of these l ittle pests, senor, beware of During the la s t three hours they had been in saddle, havthem," advised Jose, turning to Lannon. ing covered n ear l y ten miles. "Dangerous? Those little r ed fellows?" Tom asked, Now they came into a more densely wooded part of the curiously. country. "So dangerous, seno r, that one rarely recovers from the Urging their mules forward, the boys caught up with bite." their skinny, bronzed, active guide "Then I've got the little redskin down in my blacklist "How much further, Jose?" que stio n e d Tom. book," grunted Lannon. "Maybe two miles, senor; maybe three," answered the '"Hurry on out of this gorge, Jose," shuddered Tom. "I guide, easily. don't lik e to linger where the re are such sma ll packages of "You said that half an hour ago." d eath hanging around." "Well, senor, the distance has not grown greater since "We shall be out in two minutes, senor," replied the then." g uide, pointing ahead. "That's one comfort," l a ughed Tom, mopping at his They '."ere out in less than that time, and halted, looking dripping face and neck. down a valley r oad The boys were in the thinnest kind of clothing, bought Up on the hillside beyond were impo s ing looking build-in the City of Mexico before l eaving ings, flanked by several smaller buildings. On their head s were tall, cone shaped st rg,w h ats of the "There, senors, are the building s of the Hacienda B onita. lightest fabric, yet they swelte red. See, you are nearly at your journey's end." It was furiou s ly hot in the late forenoon. "Nearly at the end of one stage of the journey," Tom Had they had a thermometer with them, it would have corre cted, cautiously. "We do not stay l ong at the Haci registered at least one hundred and t wenty on that unenda Bonita." shaded road. "No?" asked the guide, in some su r pr ise. "I had sup-For the mesquite and the chaparral, dense thou g h theY, posed that the seno rs were perhaps interested in the tales were, did not grow to great enough height to shade any part of new finds of gold and silver on Don Carlos's land s." of the road. "New finds of gold and silver, eh?" asked T om, inter''-I've seen bits of country that beat this," growled Joe ested at once. Lannon, as he reached for his three-pint, can"Oh, yes, senor. Don Carlos has many men out prosteen to get a drink of water. pecting." "Don't drink so much in the sun," advised Tom. "Take Tom stea lthily winked at Joe Lannon. This informayour water, as Jose does, when he's resting in the shade." tion gave them an excuse to offer for their uninvited visit "If I didn't drink, I'd drop," argued Joe. 1 to Don Carlos Cespedes.


. ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. Suddenly a 15light scream from the valley below came up His trousers wer e of blue velvet, wide at the bottoms, to their ears. slashed and braided with silYer cord All three glanced hastily down below. His shirt was snowy white, his s hort bolero jacket of A girl had suddenly ridde n into sight on a handsome crimson, slashed with gold cord. mule. On his hca.d was a costly s ombr e ro, decorated wit h a t From the road side a hand some l y dressed young Mexican l east two pounds of heavy silve r cord had sprung out, barring the path of her animal He was !all !Jr a Mexican, s li m and wir y -looking. That both and young man w e re talking rapidly was Altogether, he looked like "a bad man" in an hour of evident from their gestures trouble "Ah, it is nothing," announced Jose, with an indiffer ent All this Tom Bolton took in at a glance. shrug of hi s shoulders. "It is the way some of our gallants Our hero did not care to have trouble, if it could b e when they are hot-headed, have of making love." aYoicled drccnLly. "Thunder! The girl doe s n t seem to like it!" uttered But neither did Tom Bolton propose to run away from Tom, excited ly. trouble, if it meant l eaving this young lady to the umve l" Perhaps she only pretend s that she doesn't,'' returned come attentions of the fellow Jose So far our hero had not had even a g limpse of the girl. "See that!" Something in the man's eyes made the young American The girl had rai sed her riding whip like a fl.ash, bringing fee l that it would be bes t to watch him ever y instant. it down across the face of the fellow who stood in her path. I have hinted," spoke 1.he l\Iexican, wrathi ly, "that you "Good!" glowed Tom. might lik e to ride on your 1ray." "Bully!" approved Joe. "That we expect to do," Tom replied, coolly. "Then go now." "But she'll have to kiss away the scar," chuckled Jose "Will she, though!" blurted Tom, indignantly. "Say, "Yes; in case it is also the young lady's way With her hold on! I can't stand that!" l iermission we shall ril1e with her until we see her s afely For the gallant, not a whit abashed, had now sprung forwith her friends . ward, wrenching the whip from the girl's hand. "Oh, Senor Amencano," mu r mured a soft, s weet voice "Help she screamed, this time turning her eyesappeal, Tom s. blood tingling, "thank you ! ingly up the path for she had discovered Tom Bolton's Will you nde on, and l eave me to my own affairs with party my sweetheart?" cri e d the Mexican, harshly "Help?" echoed Tom. "You bet!" He fairly dug the spurs into the flanks of the astonished mule under him. The gallant had started to drag the girl from her sadd l e But now he turned, glancing up the path. He saw two indignant American boys riding towa rd him at a gallop. It had become a race between Tom Bolton and Joe Lan"Senors," cried the girl, "he i s not my sweethea rt. He is a scoundrel. He would carry me off and force me into marriage." "He s han't do it," Tom declared; promptly "For the time," r aged the : Mexican, "will you Ame ricanos ride on and me to my affairs?" "No," returned Torn, bluntly "The n guard yourself!" The Mexican, his hand fuinbling in side his shirt, now no n, but Tom won by a few l engths. out a sti l etto . Sullenly the gallant. had steppe d back, folding Rai s ing it, he leaped forward at Tom Bolton. his arms and with fl.a hmg Just in the ni c k of time our hero ducked and dod ged As for the gnl, Tom got never a glimpse of her as he rode Now they came around ao-ain facinoeach other pantup. All attention was centered on the fellow ingly. 0 0 Barely six Tom pulled the mule up to a sudden I "Oh, you murde ring scoundrel!" yelled Joe Lannon. stop, then sprang from saddle. "Oh I'll soak you good for that dirty knife trick!" "Wel!;" uttered the with a a sa vage I Tli c Mexican dodged, whe()]in g half aro und as Joe Lan g10wl, you have my permiss10n, seno1s to nde on your non l eape d for him from behind. way." "Keep back, Joe!" yelled Torn. "This is my fight now. "Your permission?" s neered Bolton, looking st rai ght into ru s h in unless you see me go down worsted I want the fell ow's eyes. "What has that to clo with it?" this fellow to my self." "Pass on, seno r s !" ordered the frllow, insolently. Tom hirnseH had stood quiet l y on gua rd, waiting for He was a handome fellow He would have been good to L annon to draw back out of the fight. l ook upon had there not been so much of the pirate in hi s Now, when he understood that he had but one man to face. fight at a t ime, the Mexican t urned again furiously upon H e was dressed in the height of Mexican dandy fas hion-our hero. the fashion of the dandie s who abound in the parts of Mex1 "Say your prayers, senor !" h e c ried, mocki:e.gly, and ico that are further from the railroads. I rnaclc a cunning, caLlike leap forward.


8 ALL FOR PRESID'ENT DIAZ. But Tom, reading the fellow's eyes, was ready and start in to give you that pounding all over again. Now, watchful. vamos !" Just as the Mexican sprang, Tom again dodged to one side, struck out his foot, caught one of the Mexican's feet in the air, and gave the fellow a swift, hitching trip. Over backwa.rd went the gallant, striking on the back of his head The Mexican's snarl was like that of a wounded wild beast. But he stepped off as briskly as he could cfown the trail in the opposite direction from the hacienda. Jose, leading the burro, passed the vanquished one, look ing at him with a shudder Not an instant did Tom Bolton wait but, closing in "Oh, senor! senor!" groaned the guide, in a scared unswiftly at one side, threw himself across his enemy, pinning dertone. "Why did you do a thing like that to a Mexican?" him and holding the knife arm helpless. "Humph!" uttered Tom. "I'd do as much for a China Twist Tom had the stiletto in his own hand. Leapman, if he needed it as badly." / ing up, he broke the blade smartly over his knee. "But now you will be a marked man. That gallant and "There you are!" jeered the American, tossing the his friends will track you everywhere. Your life will not broken fragments of the dagger towa,rd the Mexican. be safe for an instant in the state of Chohuca." That wretch had gotten upon his feet, snarling. "You mean they'll try to do me?" demanded Tom, look" Joe," begged our hero, turning, white-faced, to his ing sharply into the guide's eyes. chum, "lead the young lady's mule out of sight of here." Understanding and nodding, Lannon approached the girl, lifting his hat. "You understand, senorita? I have your p e rmission?" American and Mexican, both panting, crouched, glaring at each other as Lannon went away with the cause of all the trouble. ''You have taken a daring liberty, senor, in breaking my blade," cried the gallant. "I'm going to break something else of yours now," retorted Tom Bolton, doughtily. "What?" "Y o..ur face! Look out!" With a spring and a swing, 'rom was at hi s adversary. It was on even terms, now-each man with his fists. But in that game a Mexican stands littl e show with an American. Bump thump Tom's right and l eft l anded in with two hard, jolting, dazing punches. One landed on the Mexi can's jaw, loosening some of his teeth. The other blow broke his nose. Down was the Mexican. But 'l'om, now with his hot blood to the surface, and feel ing that the oth e r had forfeited every right of fair play, threw himself down on the fellow's chest Now, the blows fairly rajnecl down on that Mexican's face, until there was not an unnruised inch of s urface any where on that countenance. All the while the Mexican yelled like a fiend, uttering every threat that he could think of. With two final blows that closed the :fellow's eyes Tom leaped backward and up to his f eet. "You can get up, now, you dog!" panted the boy. "Re member that you'll always get a thumping like this one every time you draw a knife on an American." "You shall pay richly enough for this!" snarled the Mex ican, limping away, sopping at the blood that streamed from hi s face. "Any more threats," returned T<:>m, crisply, "and I'll "They surely will, senor." "Then cheer up, Jose. If they start trouble with me, there'll be a lot of Mexicans singing 'Rescue the Perishing.' And there'll be a whole lot more Spanish spoken in hea.ven--0r the other place--tha.n there is at this minute." With a hearty laugh, Tom turned on his heel, reached out for the bridle of his mule and walked forward. Just around a bend in the road, as he had expected, our hero came upon Joe Lannon and the young woman. The moment that Tom Bolton got a good look at the gM. he felt all .aquiver insicle. 1 For this girl, who could not have been past his own age, was of the most perfect type of Spanish beauty. Her skin was of olive tint, yet s oft and creamy. Her eyes, snappinji black, were big and luminous. R eel lip s parted in one of the s mallest of mouth s re vealing small, perfect, pearly teeth. Her figure, set off to its best advantage by her dark red ricling habit, was slender and rounded. Barely five feet in height, she rnac1e one think of a small Venus If Tom sta r ed at her in uncontroll ed admiration, he was doing no mor e than was Joe Lannon. "I have to thank you for a very great se rvice, senor," murmured the girl, tremulously "A service? echoed Tom. "Yes." "It was a priYiieg e," replied the boy, gallantly. 'l'he g irl s miled with pleasure But Tom, afraid that his eyes would make a fool of him if he c1id not hurry, cut h e r short with: "We are bound to escort you to your door, senorita. Wl1ich way c1oes your path lie?" "To the Hacienda Bonita, senor." "Are you Don Carlos's daughter?" demanded Tom, aghast with a sudden thought that made his heart ache. "Oh, no,'' smiled the girl, showing her pretty teeth. "I am only the daughter of a poor dependent of Don Carlos. But he is a great man, a wonderful man, my father." "He must be," murmured Tom, believingly. "Senorita,


r ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. 9 you must feel uneasy yet. Shall we ride forward, leaving our guide to follow us ?" "I sha ll be your guide now, and a delighted one!" cried t h e girl. "Follow me!" She urged her mule forward at a gallop, riding w i th a grace that set Tom wild as he followed her. There was no chance for conversation. The girl rode at a gallop until she drew up on the ground s on the h a cienda, not far from the great house An old man, bent and s tooping, came out of the house. "Papa!" cried the girl, waving her whip, and the old man came hastening toward her "Papa, here a re two youn g Am e r ica.nos, whom you have to thank for a great s ervice to y our daught e r S e nor s I present you to my fath e r, Dr. 'Manue l Ruiz Again an ache that was lik e a sta b went through Tom B olton's heart For the name of Dl.'. Rui z was on th e li s t o f s u s p e ct s again s t whom h e had been sen t t o ga th e r evid e nce for Pres ident Diaz! CH APTE R III. IN THE D EA D O F NIGH T Dr. Ruiz, a mil d -l o oki ng, alm ost s il e n t old m a n, li s t e n e d in wond e r at thetal e t hat hi s da u g h te r t old i n h e r qui c k, delightful tones. Yet, a s h e r narrativ e proceed ed, th e old man' s eyes :flashed. "Prado? H e dared do tha t ? c r ie d the old man, in a t r embling voice in whi c h th e r e was no fear. "The scoun drel! I shall have to :fight him!" "Prado can' t want a n y m o r e :fight jus t now, papa,' laughed th e g irl. "This spl e ndid y o u ng Americ ana has cured Prado of any lov e for :fight." "But I-y our father-I mu s t do s omething!" protested Dr. Ruiz. "If there 's an ything mor e t o b e d o n e doctor," s mil e d Tom, "you d b e tter l et m e do i t I have m y h and in now, and know jus t how to sett l e t h e rascal." "You mu s t guard yourself well,'' urge d the old man, anxiously "Prado i s a s wa gge r e r, wha t you Americans call a swa s h-buckler. H e will b e lau g h e d at in th is coun try if he l e ts hi s b eati n g go unno t iced. So h e will do his bes t to kill you-by stealth." "Le t him try," proposed Bolt o n ind iff e r ently There was no use in b o rrowin g troubl e Trouble, indeed, seem e d far away as h e sat o n the broad verand a of th e g r eat house, l o okin g in to t h e s m i ling, fri e nd ly eyes of I sabe l a Rui z But Isab ela s oon abs ent e d h e rself, to see that the s ervants brought out refre s hment. "We are much at home here, my dau g hter and I," ex plain e d D1. Ruiz. "It i s in fact, th e onl y hom e w e know. Don Carlo s s fath e r sent me, whe n I was a v e r y y oung man, to a univ e r s ity in Spain It was th e r e !hat J became a doctor-a doctor of s cience not of m e dicine, by the way." "You are a s cientific man?" a s ked Toffl, interested. "I serve Don Carlos, as I did hi s father, as chemist anO. assaye r, in connection with whatever work is done at the mines on this hacienda." Isabela came out with servantS, who brought water, lumps of suga.r and cigars. In some parts of Mexico the traveler places a lump of sugar between his teeth and sips the water through it. This much Tom and Joe accomplished. But, as neither of them smoked, they w atched Dr. Ruiz do that. Then Isabela wen t away again, this time in search of Don Ca.rlos, whom she brought out to the veranda, and to whom s he presented the young Americanos. "Senors, I beg that you will make my home your home while you in Chohuca," said Don Carlos, hospitably. "My house, its servants and all on the hacienda are yours. Do with them as you will." It is the usual form of Mexican invitation, and means fa r less than it says. Tom, who was well aware of this, replied: "Don Carlos, we thank you from the bottom of our heart s We sha ll be g l ad to remain a little whiYe on your est a te and we have a great favor to ask." "Na:me it," replied Don Carlos, grandly. "Yet it is y our s b e fore you ask "Don C a rlo s we are down here on a vacation from our s tudi e s," lied Tom, glib ly, following out the plan he had form e d days ago. r "Ah I am interested," c ri ed the owner of the hacienda. "We are studying to be mining engineers," Tom con tinued : "We have heard of the mineral wealth on your lands. We ask only that we may pro spect for our own prac tice Naturally, if we discover anything worth while, t he r e sults will be yours, since the land is yours. And, as we have our own te nt, we ask permission to pitch it one of the hillsides near here." "All that you ask, and more, is yours," cried the Mex ican, grandly. V e ry likely he was more than pleased at the prospect of having some free prospecting done over hi s thousands of acres. Jose, in the meantime, come up with the burro, which he had halted un der one of t h e great trees. "Ah, here come three dear friends of mine," murmured Don Carlos, as the patter of fast hoofs rang out at a little di s tance Now, a trio rode up to the door in whom our friend s were g reatly as they were presented. These were Samuel Trescott, an American, about thirtyfive years old, a tall s lim sand y man with an uneasy eye that was however, full of courage; M. Paul Beaudois, a nervous, middle-aged Frenchman; and H err Donner fifty fat, and of an overbearing manner. The newcomers, all of whom were among the suspects on Mendez' list, treated the boys with tolerable politeness, but quick l y l eft them to go insicle, Don Carlos following, after taking a more courteous leave of the boys.


10 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. Isabela, too, slipped away, leaving only Dr. Ruiz to chat with the young Americans Under the circumstances Tom felt that it was best to withdraw. Accordingly, they ordered Jose to take the burro to a hillside not far away. Here, with the help oi the guide, they pitched a s imple There was instant consternation among the maraud ers At the command of their l eade r they ran hastily back from the house, bunched, and then" Glory gasped Joe Lannon." They're heading straight this way, to wipe us out fol"tspoiling their pretty game!" It was true. The marauders of the night were now bent on vengeance camp. Jose agreed to remain with them until the morrow, s leepCHAPTER IV. ing in the open. A TEN-STRIKE, SURE! It was dark by the time that the boys had made their "The Americanos Vengeance!" camp as comfortable as they could. That shout came in a bawling voice that the boys were Then, soon after supper, they turned in to sleep. sure they knew. Tom awoke about midnight, unable to sleep longer, Joe, Not a doubt now remained that Prado, the unfavored too, stirred. suitor of Isabela Ruiz, led these midnight marauders. "Feel like ta.king a littl e stro ll, old fellow?" whispered "Scatter out there, my friends!" cried Prado. "Kill the Torn. Americanos, if we can do nothing e lse." "Just what I was thinking of," uttered Lannon. "This means business," glowed Tom, as he dropped to Ri s ing and stretching, next pulling on their shoes and one knee. "Get busy on your own side, Joe. Shoot as trousers, and slipping on their jackets, they stepped out into straight as you can. We'd better have the funerals in their the open, wher e Jose was snoring merrily. families instead of in ours." There was no moon, but the stars gave considerable light. Crack! They reached the crest of the hill, and stood Tom sighted and fired as he spoke d own into the valley road below them. It was a miss, but at the second shot he had the grim i:mt-"What does this feellike ?" asked Joe, curiously. isfaction of seeing his man drop. Tom was about to an swer, when, instead1 h e gripped hi s Lannon, also on one knee, had gotte n busy by this time chum's arm. Finding themselves fired upon, the marauders had fallen "What does that look like?" demanded our hero. on their faces, worming their way through the grass. Just into sight on the valley road came a party of a dozen I "And they're blamed hard to hit!" g r owled Joe. men, armed with rifles and machetes. "I wish I could make out Prado now!" gritted Tom Bol'rhey were stealing forward, plainly bent on mafauding. ton. "Joe,'' gasped Bolton, suddenly, "look at the figure of All the boys could see was the fl.ash of ho stile rifles. that man leading! And he has his face swathed up. It Bullets whistled and zinged about them, but in that ex must be Prado-coming to do by force, under co, er of the citing moment the boys forgot to be afraid. night, what he failed to do in the daytime! Quick, old They were too busy to have any time for fear fellow, and we can stop that outrage! Get your rifle!" Not being able to see their assailants plainly, they had An in stant lat er, provided with tb e repeating rifles which to content themselves wit h firing at the fl.ashes. Colon e l Mendez had added to their outfit, Tom and Joe But now a ringing shout came from the house. went s kulking toward the g r eat hou se, yet hiding from the "Hold out, my brave Americanos We'll soon put the maraud e r s by keeping behind the hill line. scoundrels to flight!" Having a short cut orer the marauders, the two boys .It was the voice of Don Carlos That Mexican was mus-' reached quickly, and unseen,. the she l ter of a clump of tering his swiftly. aroused household. mango trees barely three hund red yards from the house. Arms were kept everywhere on the hacienda. Within that house all was sil ent, not a light showing From the laborers' quarters poured men armed for the Stealthily as so many .shadows, the marauders crept fray. closer. But at the first shots from Don Oarlos's party the at-That their purpose was ho sti le was proved by the cautackers broke and fled-fled wildly, helt e r-skelter, each man tious manner in which they aC!vanced. intent only on savi ng himself. Next, they started to s urround the house, only three men Two of the fugitives carried wounded comrades on their remaining in front of the e ntranc e backs. "Its time to s top that!" panted Tom Bolton, bringing his "Let up," advised Tom, throwing his own rifle down. rifle to the shoulder and pointing up into the air. "We don't want to s hoot into men's back s." Then, at the top of his voice h e sho uted: "No,'' growled Joe. "It'd be a s hame to shoot rattle" Don Carlos! Wak e up! Thieves are about! Wake your snakes in the back!" household!" Within sixty seconds the atmosphere had cleared. Bang bang! rang out a fu s illade of unaimed shots from There was no longer a shot to be heard, nor one of the the boys' rifles. marauders to be seen.


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. 11 Tom, jumping up, went down toward the great house at long strides, Lannon keeping at his heels. But our hero suddenly stopped, looking shudderingly at something that lay in the grass "One of us got him," uttered Joe, solemnly. "He's dead-poor scoundrel!" muttered Tom, afte r a brief look at the still figure. "Well done, my Americanos sounded a cheery voice behind them. It was Don Carlos, who had come up unnoticed. "Ah!" he cried. "Whom have we here? Prado's brother. Oh, oh, my young American friends, :Mexico will soon be a hot place for you. This Prado now has double cause to hate you. And he is a brave hater!" ""We've taken care of ourselves, so far," returned Tom, grimly. "And I hope you will, to the end of the chapter. But you must come into the hou se for the remainder of the night. Your tent is too exposed when men prowl about for vengeance "Oh, we'll stay up until daylight, now," proposed Tom, coolly. "We were up and around, Don Carlos, because both of us had had all the sleep we wanted. We'd much rather remain up for the rest of the night, and be ready in case the rascals try to come back." "But for your timely alarm," went on Don Carlos, "the scoundrels would have entered the house, and would have succeeded in rushing the Senorita. Isahela off into the brush. Prado is a deter1'1ined rascal." "He won't bother us much after this, I'm thinking," growled Trescott, who had come up behind them. "Ah, my good friend, what mean you?" d emande d Don Carlos. "Prado is too vengeful a scoundrel," murmured the American "Therefore---?" "I shall see to it, Don Carlos, that he does not trouble anyone much longer." Trescott's tone was full of meaning. His uneasy eyes had an unholy light in them at this moment. "Ah, if you do that, Senor Trescott," cried Don Carlos, "be sure that you do not imperil us in other ways." There was meaning, too, in Don Carlos's voice. But Tom and Joe look ed away, pret ending not to under stand. Donner and B eaudois came up together, now, eac h only partly dressed, yet each carrying a rifle and looking ready for business. "Our young Americans a re the bravest of the brave," smiled Don Carlos. "Had it not been for our arrival I be li eve they would have been content to fight Prado's whole c rowd." "Why not?" asked Tom "It was kill or be killed." "But men who are not brave," replied the Mexican, "never think of that." "You are certain ly a pair of good, plucky young Americans," sai d Trescott, with an attempt at heartiness that did not wholly please our hero "You are fond of adventure, you young men?" q u e ried Don Carlos, when he had led the party back t? t he veranda. "From what we've had of it," spoke Tom, with, "I we could live on it." "Fighting comes natural to the Irish," exp l ai ned Lannon. "But could you fight for the pure fun of figh ting?" aske d Don Carlos, musingly. "Why," smi led Tom, "that st rikes me as being the only thing to fight for There wouldn't be much fun about it if we had to fight just because it was our trade." "You would fight for a principle?" asked t heir h ost, slow ly. "Just the thing," vaunted Bolton "Even if it was only another man's principle?" "Why, yes, if we liked the man who owned the p rinciple-sure thing!" Don Carlos said no more for the moment, but B olton knew that the Mexican was, covertly, looking arou n d at Trescott, Beaudois and Donner. "Ah, well, it is only when one is very young that fighting for fun or for a principle appears glorious," sighed Don Carlos. "The trouble is," ventured Tom, "that in these days it's so hard to :find anyone else who is willing to fight for a principle. Few men want to fight unless it's just their own :fight." "You speak," smiled Don Carlos, "as if you'd make a good revolutionist." "And I'll bet I would," returned Bolton, promptly, "if I found a revolution that I believed in. 'rhere are a good many governments that ought to be overthrown by force. But I forgot," he added, with a quick i;mile, "that I am in Mexico, where it is dangerous even to talk about revolu tions. President Diaz, I am told, does not deal lightly even with talk on the subject of revolutions." "President Diaz is a very old man," murmured Don Car los, thoughtfully. "And one of these days, "7hen he dies, you think there may be a revolution in Mexico?" queried Tom, quivering inw ardly, for h e was working close to the point 'now . "Possibly," ventured Don Carlos, thoughtfully, "we s h all not have to wait until Diaz dies "Humph! It won't come in the short time that we'r e heh in Mex ico! Of' course not! No such luck! I've always wanted to see a real war, with a good, hot old revol u tion for choice "You are jesting on what is some times a dangerous sub ject," remarked Don Carlos, thoughtfully. "Jesting? Not a bit!" declared Bolton. "Yet I might as well be. It'll never be my luck to see a revolutio n sta r t her e or in any other country." "And you would really like to see one?" p r esse d Doa s oftly.


12 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "Yes, if it were against a tyrannical government." Yet there was no trace of excitement in his voice as he "Do you think President Diaz a tyrant?" turned his head to ask: "No," said Tom, bluntly. "I am in Mexico now." "Well?" A low chuckle came from Herr Donn er. "Can you come here a moment?" "My American friend is properly cautious," he declared, "Without my friend?" looking at the others. "Bring Lannon, too, if you wish "Then you have no opinion to express of the president "Do you know," smiled Tom, as he and Joe strolled toof Mexico?" pur s ued Don Carlo ward the quartelte at the end of the veranda, "thi s loo ks "Not whil e I'm in Mexico, anyway/' said Tom, drily. mysterious." Don Carlos uttere d an exclamation of some impatience. Trescott took the l ead, at once, crisply. Tom yawned, a s if he would lik e very much to change "We are not going to make any myst e ry of it any the s ubj ect longer," he announced. "Bolton, we're going to give you Yet, all the while, he was pl aying the deepest game he a chance to back up what you sai d about loving a revoluhad ever play e d in his life. tion There is one even now on tap. It exte nds pretty He was trying to driv e Don Carlos to the s ticking well over Mexico. The four men in front of you head the point-to the point of making a declaration! movement in this state of Chohuca." A s oft s tep sounded behind them. It was Dr. Ruiz, "Three foreigners to one Mexican?" asked Tom, as if corning out, tremblingly, to thank the youn g Americans surprised. who had again saved hi s daughter. "Well, yes," confessed Trescott, "foreigners are inter" And my daughter, the sen orita, begs me t0 add her ested in the movement It's because the present Mexican thanks, hi c h she will exp ress better herself in the morn government puts an inhuman burden of taxation on far ing, added Dr. Ruiz. eigners who want to do business in this country. Then, "Doctor,'' laughed Don Carlos, "we are trying to pin again, when Diaz fights the revolution, and finds himself Senor Bolton down to a declaration Perhaps you can embroiled with a good many foreigners, he'll get into row s aid us." with foreign governments. That will make it easier for "What is the subject?" asked the old man, mildly. the revolution to succeed. Now, the point is, si nce you "We are trying to get hi s opinion of President Diaz." are young and full of fight, will you join us?" "Why-er-I am s ure he mu st have the highest opin i o n Tom was bubbling over with inward delight. of our worthy pre s id ent," hinted the old man, .cautio u sly. But he had yet much to gain that would require clever "Decidedly," added Tom, in a voice that meant nothing. fencing. Yet the young man decl ares tha.t he could be heiut and "I fak e it you're in earnest, gentlemen, he answered, soul a revolutioni st against a tyrant." slowl:. "Now, while I'm young I'm not a fool-at least, "\\'ell?" challenged our h e ro, boldly. "Where's the not wholly so. Not being a fool, I don't care to get into tyrant." any h a lf-b aked revolution, where we c1o a l ot of s h out ing "You are dodging u s !" cried Don Car los, almost an gri ly. and hurrahi11g for a couple of hours, anrl burn some pow"I nev e r declare myself, when ot h e r s won't," smiled Tom. der-anrl then surrende r to supe rior forces and walk away "But s uppose there were a revolution in Mexico--?" to be shot for the crime of rebellion. If it's a toy rebellion began Don Carlos, hintingl y I don't want it. If i t's a real rebellion against Diaz, one "Is there?" a s ked 'l"om, directl y that there'll be some real war and campaigning in--" "Dodged again!" utte r ed Herr Donn er, with a sound of "You'd join such a r e volution?" cried Don Carlos, eager disgu s t. ly. "And stick to it?" "Who dodged that time?" i!Sked Tom, looking up as if "Such a revolution," replied Tom, quickly, almost eage rfor casual information. ly, "I'd stick to to the finish!" "I-I believe I'm getting-sleepy," yawned Joe. I There was a,. double meaning to his words that escaped "I' m not," retorted Tom. "No more s l eep to-night." his hearers. Don Carlo s rose strolling to the end of the veranda, phuffing hard at his big, bla c k cigar. Trescott soon join ed CHAPTER V. im. Tom watched them both eagerly out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, Beaudois Donner!" called Trescott Dr. Ruiz looked toward the group of others to which h e was not called. Then the old man bent his head studying the ground, as if he saw something there. "By the way, Bolton!" hailed Trescott. "It's coming!" throbb!;ld Tom SOLDIERS BY BLUFF. It was a long night's talk that followed. Don Carlos appeared to be bette r and better sat i sfied as it proceeded. "You are brave youths, and you will fight," h e cried, with satisfaction. "More than that, you are foreigners, and we want all the in the movement that we can get." "If they a r e trustworthy,'' added Trescott.


ALL FOR PRESIDENT D IAZ. 1 3 "Oh, of course, if they are trustworthy," agreed Don Carlos. "But we cannot doubt our young friends here." "I don't want to utter any threats," hinted Trescoft "Of course that is out of place among friends, even new friends. But I hope you young men understand that you h ave gone so far now that there can be no going back." "None is inte nded," Tom r e pli ed, promptly. "Because, of course, you realize tha.t it wouldn t be poss ible for traitors, or even those who talked indiscreetly, ever to get out of Chohuca alive." "As for me," sa. id Tom, quietly, "if I'm to b e killed, I :ant it to Le in the field, with a rifle in my liand." "That's the talk!" approved Trescott "'!'he r e's np danger, i s there," asked Tom, innocently, "that the revoluti on will t riumph without a lively fight?" Don Carlo s appeared delighted I'm off for bed,'' he a nnounced gaily. "I shall sleep well until into the morning." Trescott, Beaudoi s and Donner followed him, after ea. r ne s t good-nights to the young sters Dr. Ruiz went up last of all. He had not much to say, even while he r emai n ed. Don Carlos h ad statio n ed a few of his laborer s, armed, around the pla ce to ward off any return that might be attempted by the Prado ga n g As for our two yoi,mg friends, the instant they found themselves alone, they gripped each other 's hands with fervor "Say,'' wond ere d Joe Lannon, joyously, even if s langily, "are we the c h eese? "Do they trust u s, do you think?" whi s pered Torn. "Does a cat love fish?" grunted Tom. "Sure they trust u s Else, why'd they ask us in?" "It was hard work bringing them around to it," sighed Tom, contentedly. "And s ay, you're a wonder the way you did it!" T o o excited by far to think of sleep, the two American yout h s l eft the veranda to pace the ground s un t il day light, which wa now not far off. They were back at their tent for br e akfa s t, which Jos e cooked for them Then they paid thei r g uide off and allowed him to start on his return journey to Tres Angeles. Back at the great house, the fir s t one they m e t was I sa bela. She came to the door, in a cool, s weet toilet, a

14 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "He was dropped, for poorness at mathematics, just we came to Meiico," Tom broke in, quickly, before Lannon could find a chance to put his foot in it. "Yes, dropped," confessed Lannon, without shame. "But I was near the head of me class in drill-which is what you gentlemen want." "Now, indeed, we are getting along with a West Pointer in our ranks," cried Don Carlos, who looked decidedly happy this morning. From the fact that their host spoke freely before the two servants who waited at table, Tom was quick to conclude that these serving men were also in the ranks of the plotted revolution. But the meal over, the party broke up. "We will lunch between three and four this afternoon," announced Don Carlos. "Young gentlemen, this evening I will take you to one far more capable than I of judging just how expert you are at military drill." "Going to take us before an expert, is he?" groaned Joe Lannon, as soon as he and Tom were alone. "We can't fake up a drill, then. Murder! What a scrape! They'll be on to us, and chuck us by the neck!" "And you put your foot in it, old fellow, by that unfortu Il'ate remark about your having been at West Point." "I thought it was a good bluff to chuck!" remarked Joe Lannon, dolefully. "It'sgoing to be a mighty hard bluff to make go9d." They stopped whispering, for Isabela was coming toward them. "Everyone else has gone off to duties of one kind or an other," she smiled. "Don Carlos and his friends are all busy men. As you have nothing else to do, would you like me to show you Don Carlos's library?" "We'd enjoy anything that you manage for us," replied Tom, with great alacrity. The compliment, backed by his plainly admiring look, was so boldly open that Isabela blushed as she turned to lead the way into the house. Don Carlos must have been truly a lover of books, for in the two great rooms that comprised his library there were more than three thou s and books. Isabela led them by the shelves, calling to the great variety of works there. Tom showed a lot of interest for a half a.n hour. Then, for a moment, he allowed Joe and the girl to get a little ahead o-f him. A moment later he caught up with them "We must be going to our tent, now senorita," he said, calmly. "We, too, have som e duties to attend to. We cannot thank you enough for this charming hour." Joe followed our h e ro, realizing that there was something in the wind, and trying hard to guess what it was. But not until they had passed well in side their tent did Tom break forth. He held up before Joe's eyes a little volume, bound in blue leather and lettered in gilt. "See that, old chum?" Joe read: "United States Infantry Drill Regulations." "I spotted that, tucked back almost out of sight in one of the book-cases," Tom went on, joyously. "Isn't it a find? Now, get off your coat, Joe, and we'll do some of the tallest studying we ever did in our lives." A bright boy can when he has to. Tom and Joe felt that they had wonderfully improved their knowl edge of military matters by the time a servant arrived with the information that Don Carlos awaited them at luncheon. They carefully hid the welcome book, then hastened to the house. Luncheon was a joyous meal. No reference was made to military matters until the feasters were rising from the table. "Now, my young friends," beamed Don Carlos, "weyou two and I-are going to Tres Angeles to-night." "To-night?" echoed Tom. "Then we shall camp two ights, on the way." "Not so," s miled the Mexican. "We go in my automobile, and shall be hardly above two hours on the way." "Automo--" "I have the only automobile in this part of Chohuca," explained the Mexican; proudly. "The car will be here in half an hour." Even over poor roads that automobile killed distance surprisingly. The journey was made in about two hours and a half, two of Don Carlos's men being on the front seat, while the owner and our boys occupied the seat in the tonneau. "To the barracks," ordered Don Carlos, as they entered the city. "The barracks!" uttered Tom. "We have many good friends," smiled Don Carlos. "I sho uld say so!" The barracks at Tres Angeles is a rather imposing affair, she ltering, u s ually, a battalion of four companies, and being large enough for a r egiment of infantry. "Say to Major Guerra," r equeste d Don Carlos, of the corporal of the guard at the main entra nce, "that Don Car los Cespedes and two American fri e nds seek the pleasure of an hour's visit with him." The visitors were quickly admitted to the private apart ments of Major Guerra, a stout, important-looking Mexican of fifty, in full uniform. Don Carlos whispered in that officer's ear for a moIDS!nt, as soon as the callers and their host were left alone. Then the major wheeled upon the boys. "My friend tells me that you have military training?" he asked, eying them closely. "At a military boarding school," Tom replied, wonderin g if the bluff was to be promptly called. 1 "And one of you put in some time at West Point?" pur sued the Mexican major. "I did,'' admitted Joe, not very jubilantly. "And your name is Joseph Lannon?"


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. 15 "Yes, major." Guerra walked to a book-case, picking up a small, :flat volume. "This is the Wes t Point register," he explained. "I have been looking for the name of Joseph Lannon, but I do not find it." "Thunder I" groaned Tom. "That's a bad mess Joe has got us into!" Doubtless Lannon, too, quak e d in his boots, for Don Car los looked, at least, annoyed. But now the Irish lad s native wit came to his rescue. "Faith!" he ground out favoring the two Mexicans with a humorous wink. "Ye don t s uppo se I'm thrav e llin un der me own, real name-in Mexi c o !-d o y e ? "The sly rascal!" laughed D o n C arlos, l o okin g r e li e v ed. Major Guerra, without expressin g an opi n i o n propos ed: "Now, to see what you kn o w o f drill?" "Ah!" cried Joe. "Now y e haYe l l S on som et hing less embarrassin' than our r e ason s for Lein g in "l\Iexico und e r different names from the ones w e used at J1orne "Bright old Joe!" throbb e d T o m gratcfnlly. H e has pulled us out of the hole h e got ns i nto In the que s tioning that the major put them throug h the boys, fresh from hour s o f h a r l con ni11g at that littl e blu e book, came out in fairly g o o d shape "You'Jl do, I think," nodd e d M a j o r GnerrG. Then, in a more c onfid e ntial Y oice, afte r a swi f t look at Don Carlos, Guerra c ontinued: "You und e r s t a nd sen o rs, t h at. w hen the mome n t comes to strike our blow at Diaz, I und e r t ake to swing my b a t talion of four companies ove r to the revol ution Bu t four companies of r e gular s are not eno11gh. "So we have s ome two tho usand men h o a r e n o t sol diers. The s e men need drill i n g, a nd i t was un safe for m e to go about drilling them. So w e have until now. Bnt now you two can act a s drill in st ru ct ors. Y o u c an g o from point to point, drillin g t hese two recru its. Then, when we strike, "e s h all h::ive twe11ty-five h u n d red trained men. That will brin g t housa n ds of r ecr u its to u s at th e right mom e nt. Th e n th e S ta t e o f C h ohuca s hall b e able to furni s h its quota of m e n t o the revoluti o n a r y arm y that s hall drive the t yrant Diaz from powe r Drill the r e cruit s ? Tom head f a irl y buzzed with e x c item ent and triumph as h e now s a w how thoroughly this opened the chance for him t3 do the work that Colonei Mendez had set him to doingAll for President Diaz CHAPTER VI. GHAS'l'I, Y NEWS! "I'll thank goodn ess whe n I'm out of here!" ejaculated Joe Lannon. "Out of this tent, you mean?" "No! When I'm out of th e whole blooming State of Chohuca !" growled Lannon. "I can't say that I will," sighed Tom. "Oh, that girl!" "Isabela ?" "Well, she's worth fretting about," admitted Joe. "You're in love with her beautiful face--" "Her perfect, pure soul!" thrilled Tom. He was deep in the throes of his first love. "You can't say too much good of She's a fine girl," agreed Lannon, enthusiastically. "There's only one thing prev e nted me from falling in love with her." "What was that?" Tom questioned, wonderingly "I saw you had the best show, so I was wise enough to keep out." Tom sighed. "I don't see that I've much show, either," he whispered.. "We had to put Dr. Ruiz's name in among those of the other revolutionists." "But you softened that all you could by writing that Dr. Ruiz wasn t a real revolutionist," Lannon argued. "You wrote that old Ruiz made b e liev e to be in it just because h e fea r e d to offend his employer." Well, that's the truth," challenged Tom. "Of cour s e it i s," agreed Joe, warmly. "And when we explain that to Mendez, Ruiz will be released from arrest." "He a vens I hope so," shuddered Tom. F our wee k s had gone by since their first meeting with Q-ue rra. In tha t time the boys had traveled to many points in the Sta t e of Chohu ca drilling th e re c ruits of the revolution and fit t in g oth e r s to do the drilling. Probably n o n e w troop s were ever so badly or imperfectly cl rill ed, b u t T o m and Joe did the best they could with only book-learnin g on th e s ubj e ct on tap But they had don e m o r e They had prepared rosters of the companies and battalion s of these troops. Naturally, these ro s t ers s h o w e d the names and addresses o f a ll th e recruits of the r e volution within the limits of the State of C h ohuca. Th us it would be easy for th e government to place its strong h a nd s o n a ll th e r e v o luti o ni s ts of the rank and file. These ro s t e r s had a ll been tak e n to Don Carlos for hiding in a s afe place-but not until our boys had secretly copied e v e r y These c opies wer e buried now in the ground under the t e nt. With these ro s t e r s w e r e als o the names of the more prominent l e ad e r s of the revolutiort in the State. In oth e r words, Tom Bolton and Joe Lannon had secured all the inform a tion that the y had undertaken to get in th e servi c e of Pres id ent Diaz. "I know w e' re doing ri ght to serve the of this country," s ighed Tom. "Yet sometimes it f?eems almost sneaJcy of u s." "Not a bit," glowed Joe, warmly. "Haven't you said, yourself, tha t Mexi c o never was a civilized country until Diaz bec ame Pre sident? Even if be is a stern man, he makes the laws re s p e cted, which no President ever did in this country He put down crime and made life pretty s afe in Mexico. He made the courts honest. If he hat1


16 Al,L FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. been severe, it has been only because he has insisted on giv ing Mexico a square deal all the time." "These revolutionists are.not one-two three with Diaz,'' murmured Tom, soberly. "Mostly they're rascals, like Trescott, Beaudois and Donner-mere dirty, foreign ad venturers. And Don Carlos would be a bandit if he wasn't a rich man instead. No; my conscience is clear, Joe; in serving President Diaz. Look at the way Trescott did about Prado, for instance. Of course, I'm glad Prado' isn't annoying us. But Trescott acted little better than a pirate." Prado had disappeared. Trescott had smiled grimly, letting it be guessed that he ha.d hired bravos to put Prado out of the way. For Trescott himself was a suitor for the hand of Isabela Ruiz. This he admitted to our hero, not even seeming to admit that Tom Bolton couTd by any possibility aspire to the lo've of the girl. As for Isabela herself, she treated Trescott kindly. Tom had not dared to ask her "how the land lay." "I can't speak to the girl,'' he groaned, "while I'm in danger of sending her poor old father to be hanged." "Say,'' murmured Joe, happening to peer out through the door of the tent, "here comes Sanchez now. You talk to him while I go outside and make sure that nobody else gets within listening distance without you getting the signal." Sanchez, Mendez's agent in the secret police at Tres An geles, the boys had seen and talked with briefly twice on recent visits to the city. He had told them that he would be out on this date, disguised as a traveling peddler, to receive from them the lists and the other information they had collected. 'I'his would be sent at once 'to Colonel Mendez, who would probably then declare that the American youths had finished their task, and would release them from their work. Joe sauntered out as Sanchez, leading a well-laden burro, stopped at the foot of the slope. "You want to buy?" hailed Sanchez. "What you got?" asked Joe. "Most everything, senor, and of the best." "Come up and let's have a look." As Sanchez came up the slope, Tom, too, came out of the tent. Sanchez, after grave salutations, began to undo his packs, displaying many wares. So it was easy, after a little, for Tom to take him into the tent without arousing the suspicion of any one who might be looking on from a distance. Now the lists, rosters and other written information were passed swiftly over to Sanchez. He wrapped the papers up in portions of his pack. "Probably you are through here now," Sanchez an nounced. "You will receive word soon. Colonel Mendez is much pleased with the way that you have done your work. He wrote me to say as much to you." "How soon will the police get busy with arresting these people?" asked 'I'om. "Who knows?" asked Sanchez, shrugging his shoulders. "But pl'obably soon. There is one grave problem, how ever, and that is the arresting of Major Guerra. He is in the midst of his battalion, the only troops in Chohuca. Now, if the police try to arrest him at the barracks he will summon his soldiers. If they stand by him the revo lution will be started at once, and no man could tell where it would stop." "Get him out of Chohuca/' murmured Tom. "Have the government summon him to the City of Mexico." "He would suspect." ''Not if the government were to summon him on a mat ter of promotion. Let the government inform him that he is to go to the City of Mexico to receive his commission as colonel. No soldier objects to promotion. It would delight Guerra especially to be made a colonel before the outbreak. It would show his fellow-rebels that he _was a more important man." "I wm suggest that to Colonel Mendez," cried Sanchez, looking delighted. "And remember that Dr. Ruiz, though on the lists, is only a simple old man, who has no heart in the movement. He should not be punished." "That is for the government fo decide,'' replied Sanchez, cautiously. "Oh, it is, eh?" flared .the boy, inwardly. "We'll see I" For a long time Sanchez remained in the tent talking with our hero; Joe, all the time lying under a tree outside, being an alert sentinel. It was within an hour of dark when Sanchez came out, having left behind several articles of his pack, as if Tom had bought them. Now the pretended peddler went a little distance away from the tent, tied and fed his burro and cooked his own supper over a fire of twigs Just after dark Sanchez started back over the road to Tres Angeles. "We'd better go over to the great house and see what's doing," suggested Tom. "After I've washed up," agreed Joe. It was darker still before they left the tent. In their soft shoes the boys proceeded silently down the hill slope, !\cross the level ground, and then towards the garden before the great house. As they proceeded now they heard the low murmur of voices close at hand. Some instinct must have warned Tom to grip his chum's arm and then go forward with great stealth. The voices came from the other side of a little fringe of flowering bushes. Again gripping Joe's arm meaningly, Bolton shot for ward as. softly as the cat moves.


ALL PRESIDEN'l' DIAZ. 1'1 'l'rescott, Herr Donner a.nd Don Carlos were talking on the other side of the bushes. Their voices e;ame low. Only the moot attentive could hear cleariy wha.t they were saying. "I hope you're right, Don Ca.rlos," murmured Trescott. "Time will show," replied the Mexica.n. "But if time shows against us, we are destroyed." "Wha.t do you think, my German friend?" asked the Mexican. "I hardly know what to say," Herr Donn er replied. "The young men have been very enthusiastic, and they cert,ainly have drilled the recruits well." "But that very long visit of the peddler?" suggested Trescott. "We could not hang the boys on that," grunt,ed Herr Donner. "We'll soon know whether they deserve hanging I" mut tered Trescott. boys down. Then if there is aught against them we shall them!" Tern and .Joe faced each other, the ir faces white with this certainty of death at hand In Sanchez's pack were the documents in their own writing. CHAPTER VIL THE RACE WITH DEATH "If we suspect, then let us lose no time," urged Herr 1 Donner, hoarsely. The three plotters sprang away, passing almost in sight of the boys. Their hurried flight for the tent on the hi'llside left two American youths staring at each other in dire dismay "We're dished now!" groan e d Joe. "Unless we can think like lightning!" retorted Tom Bolton. "You have been doing something?" que s tioned Don Oar-"I-I can't think at all!" stammered Joe, dismally, mis-los eagerly. erably. "Something? Well, almost something!" jeered Trescott, "I can, then!" whispered Tom, seizing his chum's arm. harshly. "The thought has just struck me. But we've got to fly, and "Then you are going to tell us," ins isted Don Carlos. be as still as can be. Don t stop to a s k questions. Follow "I had intended to wait until I knew whether my susme!" picions are founded," went on Trescott "But, now tha.t Tom was off, bending low and running fast, yet almo s t the ca t is out of the bag, I may as well l e t you know at j' without noise. once. Don Carlos, I have pi cked out six of your bes t men Joe, after staring and gasping for an instant, went in and I have sent them two miles up the trail. They will J blind but steady pursuit. act as robb e rs and waylay that peddler." 1 Tom was heading straight for one of the grea.t stables Tom Bolton started as if h e had been shot. at some distance behind the house. Joe Lannon almost snorted with fright. Joe could half gue s s what was up, yet hardly dared "What will be accomp lished my friend?" demanded Don to think he was right. Carlos. The entrance door to the great stable was closed, but "That wiil depend Don Carlos, on what your men find a smaller side door was open. on the person or in the pack of the peddler," replied the Through this side door Tom bolted a fter looking back American adv e nturer signi ficantly. "There, do you hear over his shoulder to make sure that his chum was at his those s hot s in the distance? Those are the robbers at work heels. now!" Four or five rifle shots rang out. "Your men must have discovered something, Don Car l os!" cried Trescott. "From the sound they are executing that peddler. Th at, also, was in my O rders !" "Th en the America n boys--" "They shall die, cried Trescott, ]rnr s hl y "if anything hns been found t hat in cr iminates them. They cannot get away from h ere They canno t hid e in this wild country thnt your men know so well If they s uspe c t and flee, we can hun t them all over the State of Ohohuca-and we will. If we find that they h ave been traitors, and if they get away from h e re, we will statio n assassins even at the railway d epot at Tres Angeles to kill them as they board a train in fli ght!" I don't lik e the look s of things since the shots," growled Ilrrr D onne r. "The s hots t e11 a tale of treachery, to my ear s." "Come," urged Don Carlos, "since the shots have been fired we mu s t lose no time. We will hunt the American Through a broad hall and into another room behind the entrance door they raced. Here a dim lantern threw its feeble rays over the great, still mass of Don Oarlos's great fifty-horse-power, hill climbing automobile. "You are going to take the machine?" throbbed Joe, his eyes opening wide. "If I can make her run! It's our only hope!" "Do you know how to run a car?" "I've only a guess at the game," panted Toiu. "I want to see if the guess is a good one "Glory but this is a great game, sure!" throbbed th1> Irish lad. But Tom, busily looking over the g r e at machine, whispered: "Look at the state of the gasoline tank-quick!" "Full-almost!" reported Joe, a moment later. Tom Bolton, trembling with the s uspense and the a g ony caused by the thought of capture, was experimenting wbth the sparker.


18 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. Then something began to move-a steady chug-chugging that increased as Tom found his guess partly working. "We can start it! I'm sure we can!" quivered Bolton. "Joe, help me to swing the big doors open." There was a rumble. Then the big sliding doors moved. The world was wide open before them-if they could start the auto, and if nothing happened "In with you-like lightning!" throbbed Tom, as he sprang to the front seat. Joe flopped in at the other side, while the machinery whirred under them. "CarefUl now!" urged Joe. "No time to be careful!" groaned Tom. "We've got to make a try, hit or miss! Oh, thunder! The lights!" Both boys flopped down to the floor of the stable. They got one of the twin searchlights lighted, Joe shield ing its glow with his coat until Tom was up and at the lever "In like lightning n.ow, old chap, for anybody can see the light when you take your coat away." Joe got that coat away and himself inside the car all in about two seconds. With an inward prayer Tom moved the lever. Rumble! and the thing was rolling out of the stable. With a cry of joy Tom turned on more speed-then more, and more I The car seemed almost to l eap from the ground now as it shot forward. "Most of our luck is in the next sixty seconds!" pulsed Tom Bo! ton, as he shot down the road through the familiar grounds. His heart was moving faster tha.n the machinery under neath ,Toe, having nothing to do with the machinery, crouched forward, scanning every bit of the road where that bright light threw its rays. They were past the house now. They thought they heard shouts behind, but could not be sure over the rattle and clatter of the heavy machinery. "There's the hill-the old tent!" tlfought Bolton, with a start of memory, as they rounded the bottom of the hill side, going at nearly forty miles an hour. And now, not a hundred yards up the slope from the road, danced three frantic men. "The boys!" screamed Herr Donner. "Stop, you scoundrels!" bawled Trescott. "Stop! That's my car!" shrieked Don Carlos. Tom pressed his lips grimly as he shot the car on through the night. That was allthey heard from their enemies. Still running at the rate of two-third s of a mile every sixty seconds, it seemed like the work of a moment or two to leave the hill and tent a mile behind. They were off along the deeply wooded road now. "You're slowing up, ain't you?" called Joe in his chum's ear. "Yes." ''Why?" "So we won't pass Sanchez's body if it's lying anywhere along the road. Keep your eyes open." Half a minute later Joe reported what Tom had already seen : "Six men coming along the road. Must be Sanchez's "Yes Duck low, so they don't see your face." Tom crowded on another burst of speed just before he came upon thf! s ix returning Mexicans, one of whom was leading Sanchez's burro. They stepped to the side of the road as the car came whizzing along "A pleasant night's ride for yo, Don Carlos!" called one of the men. Then the car shot past in the darkneBS of the night. "By the time they find out their mistake there's nothing nt the hacienda that can overtake us-not even a cannon ball!" laughed Tom, gleefully. "Now, barring accident, Joe, old chap, we're safe to reach Tres Angeles." "And then?" "Heaven only knows! I don't like to think too far ahead." "There's some one in the roa d Aud got a gun, too!" True enough, a man stood right in their way, and sight ing coolly along a rifle barrel, at that. "Just as soon be shot now as any other time!" ground out Tom Bolton. He was about to crowd on speed and take a cha nee on running over this human obstacle, but Joe caught his arm excitedly. "Glory! It's Sanchez!" "What!" Torn brought the car to a jarring stop, just as a voice rang out: "Halt, in the name of the law and of President Diaz!" "Sanchez, old fellow, don't you know your own crowd?" demanded Tom, joyously. The police agent gasped joyously, lowered his rifle and bounded forward. "Jump clown, Joe, and get that other lamp going,'' throbbed our hero. "Sanchez, get up and ride with me." "But how--" "That's what we're going to ask you, too," jerked in Tom, swiftly. "But wait u:ntil we get started." Flare! With that other big lamp burning, ,and both sides of the' .now well illuminated, Tom Bolton felt much more master of his machine. As Joe climbed into the tonneau our hero shot forward again "So those fellows stopped you and got the papers, Sanchez?" asked our hero. "They got nothing but the burro!" "What's that?" "Nothing but the burro and the pack." "But those papers?" "As quickly as I left the hacienda be1iind I slipped them


,.. ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ 19 from my pack into my pocket, then got out this American rifle. When those rascals ordered me to halt I gave them three swift shots and l eaped into the thicket I got away, though they fired some shots after me I thought this car contained Don Carlos on his way to Tres Angeles to give the alarm. I was about to shoo t when you stopped." Tom Bolton throbbed in earnest when he knew that those blessed pap e rs were safe Then, as they sped on, he hastily to l d Sanchez about their own escape. "The government's knowledge can no long er be kept secret from the rebel plotters," groaned Sanchez. "\Ve have the names, but we cannot proceed quietly . \Ve shall be lucky if all Chohuca is not in revolt by daylight "No, sir We ll stop that I" predicted Tom Bolton, pro mptly. "How?" I don't know yet, but I'll tell you by the time that we get to Tres Angeles Sanchez smiled disdainfully, but made no reply in words. A dark object loom ed up ahead in the road. Then the lights showed it to be Dr. Ruiz, mounted on a inule and attended by a single laborer. Like a h a desperate resolve came into ou r hero 's mind. He threw on the brake, bringing the machine to a stop a.hundred feet ahead of the old scientist. "Dr Ruiz! Oh, this is a fortunate meeting! Don Car los sent me to find you But jump in, Doctor. The busi ness presses. I must get you to Tres Angeles in time I can explain when we get there." Dr. Ruiz appeared a good deal astonished as, indeed, he was. But when Tom again insisted that he bore orders from Don Car los, the old man abandoned his mule to the l aborer, then got in at the rear. Onc e more Bolton g l ided a l ong the road for Tres Angeles. "Now, what mad, foolish business is this?" demanded Sanchez, suspiciously, in our hero's ear. "If I don't tell you," smiled Tom, boldly, "it won't com promise you." "Be careful that you don't compromise yourself, my lad!" "Have no fear, Senor Sanchez I know just what I'm doing, and it's important "Is it according to orders?" insi sted the police agent "At l east, it is within my discretion. I sha ll account to Colonel Mendez. Have no fear." Bolton did not run the car as slowly as he might have been expected to do. For he was figuring in this wise : "If I take two hours for the run, Don Car los, b y riding his best animals to death, will be only fou r or five hours behind me. Lord, what a short time five hours is in the face of death!" Just about on time, as our hero had figured it, the dirt covered machine rolled down one of the streets of Tres Angeles. "Yi. ill you get out now and walk to you r home?" whis pered Tom the police agent's ear. "But you?" lemanded Sanchez "I shal l be with you in a very short time, indeed And I'll show you how to nip this re volutio n in the bud!" Again that queer smile on the face of the unbe lieving Sanchez. "I must go to the t e legraph station," declared the police agent. "That is at the railway depot." "I'll take you there, then," agrf)ed Tom. Within two minutes they were at the Tres Ange les ter minal of the railway service in the State of Choh uca. Clambering out, Sanchez hastened to the telegraph di vision. "Now, Dr. Ruiz," murmured our hero, "for the instruc tions that I bring you from Don Carlos." Tom gave a big gu lp as he wondered how to make his yarn seem the most probable "bon Carlos orders that you take to-night's train which leaves in twenty minutes," rattled on Tom "You will cross the border into Texas, go to the Hou st on House in San Antonio, and there you will wait for the arriva l of Professor Gregg Don't forget the name--Gregg. He has a new cyanide process for getti n g at ores Don Carlos thinks of introducing it into his mining work He wants your opinion. After yon have seen Professor Gregg you will talk it over with him, and then write to Don Car los for further instructions before returning here Now, is it all clear?" "All except the way to get to Texas," smiled the old man, mildly. "I have barely two dollars with me at the present moment." "Don Carlos, of course, foresaw that," r eplied Tom. "He has sent" some money by me It will be enough to take you to Texas. He will send } 'OU more before you are to re turn. And hasten now, Dr. Ruiz, that you may not miss your train. Senorita l sabela sends you her best love Tom gulped a bit as he told that big ]Jut he hunied Dr. Ruiz o:IT into the station and saw him aboard his train. "Oh, all right, then," grow l ed Sanchez, al'Id hack. Our hero waited until the wheels moved and Ruiz was Truth to tell, Tom Bol ton had not the remotest idea as on his way to Texas. to what he was going to do with trusting o ld Dr. Ruiz. Joe Lannon, l eft to watch the machine, favored our hero But in some way he meant to save that mild old gent lewith a hard stare as the latter came back. man from the fate of being shot to death in a barracks "'Vhat kind of a stee r was that you were giving the poor yard-which is the usual fate of the more prominent mem 1 old man?" hers of an unsuccessful revolution. I "'l'he poor old man, who i s also Isa.l;iela's fine old father; Even with all danger of pursuit overtaking them past, i s on his way to Texas," s mil e d Tom. "When the crash


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. comes he'll be safe. He won't come back for two reasons: He has been told to stay in Texas, and he hasn't money enough lo get back here, anyway. "But that money you gave him? insisted Joe. "Police money, that I drew on account, laughed Tom Bolton. "I'll s quare that later out of what's coming to me. Sanchez reached the side of the car in panting haste. "1 \e telegraphed Mendez in cipher," he whispered. "But i.i l'O late to do much herc_'.__j;oo late! The revolution "'ill JC in full blast by daylight!" "\rill it, ihough ?" flared Tom. "I've been thinking about that all lhc way to town." "Nothing can be done!" groaned Sanchez. But Tom Bolton retorted with a snap: "Much-perhaps everything-can be done!" CHAPTER VIII. TO:i\I, THE HIGH-HANDED. The automobile !ay housed in the stab le behlnd one of the inns of Tres Angeles. It had been dumped there almost unceremoniously by Tom Bolton. Our hero had taken, at the same time, the pre caut ion of removing and carrying awa.y a sma ll piece of the machinery, without which no one else could run that car. And now Sanchez had the two boys hidden in his own apartm ents "Here we stop-helpless," sig hed Sanchez, lighting a cigarette and puffing furiously. "Here we just begin to work, if you 've got any pu s h in you," Tom retorted. Sanchez stared at the American boy in polite s urprise. "How can we sto p Don Carlos from reaching town?" he asked. "We can't," Tom admitted, coolly. "And he will be here, on a dying mount, in four or five hours. He will ride to the barracks. He and Major Guerra will have their s u spicions more than aroused. Some one will cry out in the street, 'Long live:the revolution!' and the recruits will flock out from the houses with their guns. Then the Major will stampede his soldi ers to the revolu tion, and Chohuca will be aflame. You and I will be run ning for our lives! My young friends, there is a train leaving town for the City of Mexico at an hour and a half after midnight. I mge and beg you to e s cape by that train before the lightnin g strikes." "Are you through?" aske

ALL FOR PRESIDENT DiAZ. 21 Lo the telegraph office and oblige the operator to send this telegram at once to Major Guerra." Sanchez stared in further amazement at the slip Tom handed him, on which was written: Guerra, Commandant, Tres Angeles: Major Gomez will report to-night, relieving you for :five days, in that you may report to me in person. You are to be promoted to colonel, and other honor s in store for you. Prepare to leave at once on the arrival of Major Gomez with written orders for you. "MINISTER OP WAR." "Whew! But this is bold!" cried the police agent. "No matter Tom retorted. "You said you could trus t your telegraph operator. Go to him at once and have him send that message, in telegram form, tO' the only man in Tres Angeles that we're afraid of." Sanchez depaJ-ted, his head in a whirl. Then Tom turned to Gomez, dictating Tapidly a letter supposed to be from the Minister of War to Major Guerra. In this l ette r Guerra was informed that President Dia.z had been pleased to promote him .to a colonelcy. Guerra was to remain in command at 'Pre s Angeles, but within the n ext few weeks another battalion would be added to hi s command. Guerra was ordered to report at once at the office of the Minister of War, taking five days' leave of absence for the purpose. "Sign that on the typewriter," Tom directed, "in these words: 'By order of the Minister of War.' Now sign any nam e you please as secreta ry and the thing is done." Police Agent Gomez looked over the official-looking docu ment and laughed. "By the saints, that is well done!" laughed Gomez. "That letter would fool me!" "Let us hope it will fool Guerra," said Bolton, drily. Sanchez returned to report that the faked-up telegram had been sent to Guerra at the ba rra cks l "And how soon does to-night's train from the City of Mexico get in ?" Tom queried. : "It was just steaming in as I left the station," Sanchez answered. "Then, Gomez," went on our hero, "hustle into that uniform, take your letter and hasten to Major Guerra, who will be boiling with surprise over the telegram. Make it p l ain to him that he is ordered to leave to-night at twelve thirt,v." "And if he balks?" faltered Sanchez. "He won't." uttered Tom. "It will be great good news for him tha.t h e is to be a colonel, and that he is to have more soldi ers to tempt over to the revolution. He won't balk." Nor did Guerra refuse his orders, which he believed to be genuine. Before .one o'clock in the morning Sanchez was again back at his apartment. "The trick worked," he cried. "Guerra is now speeding over the rails on his way to the City of Mexico." "Of course he i s," grinned Torn. "That's a big man off the board for us. I wonder how Gomez is enjoying him self as commandant at the barracks?" "Why not go over there to see?" asked Sanchez; "Why not go over there to spend the night? Behind sentries you will be safer than anywhere else." So Tom and Joe too wide-awake for s leep on this exciting night, rnesented themselves at the stone gateway of the barracks. Through the corporal of the guard they sent their na.mes in to the new commandant. Gomez, of course, received them. Behind closed doors he grinned at the boys "How easily you youngsters have made a great man of me!" laughed the police agent. "Perhaps President Diaz will continue you in this posi tion," smil e d 'rom. Gomez, who felt no inclination to sleep, either, agreeably sat up to make a night of it with the boys He told them many incidents of his years of secret police service all over Mexico. "Yet right here in Tre s Angeles," he declared, "there is a mystery which non e of the secret police have ever covered. Somewhere in this city there is a clique of rascals who cause their enemies to vanish. Not a sign remains of the foe they cond emn Yet we doubt if there is violence. We have heard myst e riou s whispers of a River of Death. It is an evil stream is supposed to fl.ow underground hereabouts, and to flow to the bowels of the earth. Those who are condemned by the clique, I take it, are thrown into this under g round stream and carried away. At least, it is known that they are never heard from again." "That's a pleasant ghost st ory for this hour of the night," remarked Bolton, with a s hiver. "It i s a very true story," returned Gomez, seriously. "At least, the secret police b e lieve it." At half-past three in the morning the corporal of the guard entered to report that Don Carlos Cespedes desired word with the comma ndant at once. Promptly the two boys vanished into a cupboard, from which they could hear. .. Don Carlos, panting, puffing excited and worried, burst into the room, followed by H err Donner, who showed signs of a rough, hurried trip in saddle. Don Carlos drew back in surprise at the sight of Gomez. "I-I her e seeking Major Guerra," he stammered. Gomez was all smiles as he bowed in his politest fashion, replying: "I am here to relieve Major Guerra, who left on the midnight train for the City of Mexico." Don Carlos appeared dumbfounded. Indeed, he was! CHAPTER IX. A CITY OF DUMB TERROR. Tres Angeles, by the time that daylight was two hours old, was in a state of restless uneasiness.


22 ALL FOR DIAZ. People seemed to know that something was very wrong, seize a train and get away!" cried Don Carlos, in great without exactly understanding what it was. alarm. It was known, for one thing, that there was a new com"There isn't an engine within a hundred miles," almost mandant at the barracks, and that Major Gomez had made sobbed Trescott. "The government has called them away. himself immensely popular through a speech to his soldiers, We're shut off from the world-trapped! No place left in which he offered them praise from President Diaz and but the woods. And soon there' ll be soldiers to hunt us promises of a much more enjoyable army life in the future. to death! Curse those boys!" But none of the soldiers appeared on the st;eets. "If there's J'.\Othing else l eft," spoke Don Carlos, with The barracks were closed to aJl callers . the soldiers rean evil smile on his white lips, "there is vengeance, if those maining inside the walls. boys still remain in Tres Angeles. And I will find out." What did it all mean? Tom and Joe slept soundly through the eady forenoon. People scented trouble, and most of them remained near Safe in the quarters of the new qommandant and away their own homes that day. from the dumb terror, they s lept calmly until after eleven The most-worried men in Tres Angeles were Don Carlos o'clock. and his three foreign Trescott, M. Beaudois and Herr On awakening, they learned from Gomez what had taken Donner. place. They were well-nigh frantic over the sudden going-away Tom heard, also, with a start, of the presence of Isabela of their important military confederate. with Don Carlos's party. with a new major at the barracks, and popular with the "Trescott means to find a chance, in the excitement, to soldiers of the battalion, it would be impossible to seize spirit her away," the boy guessed, truly. and hold the city. He asked Gomez what chance there was to leave Tres With Don Carlos and his foreigners WaS Isabela Ruiz. Angeles. nolton was delighted when he heard bow train service had been suspended. Trescott had in sisted that she be brought along, with a He Sanchez in the meantime was ceaselessly working. serving-woman as chaperon. For Tres cott had made up his mind that, at the worst, was but little at the barracks, though much a.t the railway station, wh e re he was in constant communication with the he would leave Tres Angeles behind, escape across the fron. Diaz government over the wires. tier mto 'Icxas, and thus escape the lmllet that was the "B ht,, h' t d G t b "th t cl portion of the detected conspirator against the government. tl Syt tmg 'ld bin e f fomez 0 olutr. oys, 1 te ,,own an s I b 1 h d b bl. d . ue a e ;1;ou e sa e rom revo u 10nary p o s. / o sa e a a een o 1ge to come, Trescott pomtmg "Th t th t ld. h d d th t tl 1 b a means a more so iers are ea e is way, ou mt, m tie a sence of Don Carlos's party, she would ,, \ b th b t f t tl H. d B .t under officers who can be trusted, our hero guessed. e any mg u e a 1e ac1en a om a. Th h f ll t th k f I b 1 Trescott intended further, if obliged to flee across the "I en le tel 0 m mg 0 sa e fa. tt d t h b d t I b 1 wis1 rnre were some way o ge mg wor o er or e r, o coax sa e a with him on pretense of securmg th t h f th f ,, T th ht tl d her safetv: a er a er is sa e, om oug grea l y ':orne . But there was only one sure way-to go straight to the Once over the Texan border with the gir l_. Trescott, who party of Don Carlos at the hotel. was madly infatuated with the girl, had no doubt that he "I don't b e lieve I'm a coward," grimaced the boy. "But could persuade her to marry him. I certainly wouldn't drop in on the Don Carlos crowd need-But Isabela, who wondered what had become of her lesRly to-day. Lord, how they must be churning with hate father, gave nearly all of her thoughts to her missing for us just now!" parent. Tired of being cooped up in the commandant's quarters, Don Carlos, in the meantime, through a trusted man, Tom and .Toe went down into the barracks yard, strolling had located bis automobile where it had been left in the about. night. I But even this was dull work. "Those two American boys are at the bottom of all this," The soldier s though in ignorance of just what was astir, he declared, his face white with anxiety. "They are even yet ass ociated the uneasy suspense of the city in some way responsible for the summoningof :Yiajor Guerra, who, I with these two American youngsters. am certain, will be arrested on his arrival at the capital." For tbat reason the soldiers did much staring at the "'l'ime for me to skip the country," refle cted Trescott, yonng s trangers. and hurried off to the railway station to secure tickets to "I'm getting tired of being rubbered at all the time," Texas for himself and Isabela. grumbled Joe. But in twenty minutes Tr0scott was back, white a s a "\Ye mi ght try a walk out side of barrack s," smiled Tom. ghost, shaking with terror. ''I wonder if it would be safe?" pondered .Toe. "There are no more trains leaving Tres Angeles," he "I don't know why not. From the windows the town

ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. 23 "At least," ventured our hero, "we ought not to com plain. It's about all our doing." "I have a not(on that I 'm going to wake up soon and find that it all isn't true," protested the Irish boy. Tom s ighed aga in. He was thinking of Isabela and what he fancied to be her peril in Tres Angeles on this day of s nppr essed excitement "Let's go over to the gate and stand by the sentry," pro posed Lannon "Then we can look up and down the street, even if we don't see anything." Ullderstanding that the two young Americans were privi leged characters, the sentry offered no opposition to their stepping past him into the street. The whole scene beyond the gate was wofully desert ed. After standing there for fully ten minutes, 'Tom finally exclaimed: "Thank heaven for that one sign of life!" He pointed down the street to the corner below ) around which appeared a driver leading a burro under a pack saddle. "Makes me think of Sanchez yesterday,'' grimaced Joe. As the two boys stood there the driver eyed them as h e drew near Then he motioned to our hero to come to him at the curb. "I bear a message," whispered the man, "from your friend at the railwa y station." Ah!" Horrified Lannon, staring down at ihe replaced side walk, gasped : "That River of Death!" CHAPTER X. RUNNING AMUCK FOR LIFE. After that first terrified gasp Joe stood as if petrified. The horror of it all was too immense. "Torn! Tom, old fellow!" he screamed. Standing below the curb, he kicked, first with one foot and then with the other, on that treacherous s lab of stone. Yet, even in his fright, Joe had too much presence of mind to step on the slab with both feet. "That was meant for both of us!" he raged. "My step ping bac)< just as I did was all that save d me. But Tom Can't I make him hear?" A gai n he s houted until he was hoarse "I can't clo anything alone. I've got to get help!" groan e d Lannon. "Sanchez, he 's the only one who can help to day in this corpse -like city!" Look ing up s udd e nly Jpe gasped as he beheld five young Mexican s grinningly regardin g him from the entrance door way. 'rwo of them had just drawn knives, grinning at the American youth more wickedly. "Since I didn't 00'0 down through the sidewalk an as sassination !" flashed through T1annon's seething mind. "He wishes you both to come to him." "Thank heaYcn, I'm a good runner!" "Now?" queried Tom. He wheeled, heading on a run for the railwa y station. "Yes; and you need not fear. The st r eets are quiet, de-But now, as if out of the sidewalk, s prang three more serted. I am to go with you and to guard you. Are you m en, barring the fugitive's way. read} '?" All three were armed with knives. They waited calmly, ""'hy not?" nod cl ed our hero. He beckoned to Joe. as if sure of their prey. Together they followed their guide, who ambled easily But Lannon, with his Irish fighting temper up, did not along talking to his burro in unrlertonc s hesitate or falter. It was like passing through a city of the dead. He ran unflinchingly on, swiftly dodged the first man Down two or three streets they w e nt. Before one handhe m e t, clucked and grabbed up the second, raising him some, big white building, that looked lik e a clubhouse their overhead and angrily hurling him at the third. guide halted with his burro. J t was all over and done in a second-Lannon hardly "Is it not a fine old place?" asked the man, in a low knew how. tone. "Here, stand here, where you can get the effect of But the way was clear of human obstacles now. the entrance." H e dashed on for very life now. He placed both on the same big s quare of Crack! That shot eame from a building that he was paving block in the sidewa lk. passing. In the doorway appeared a young Mexican. who regarded Th e bullet whizzed past his ear. the two Americans with swift interest Joe couldn't stop to see where his assailant was. To Tom Bo1ton stood p:lanci111g up at the balustrade over ling e r meant certain death. the entrance. Joe Lannon stepped back into the gutter "The whole revolutionary crowd must be laying for us!" jmt as the burro driver turned on his heel and fled. hr panted, as he ran. An orninons click under Tom Bolton's feet. Two shots rang out; two more bullets came withi n That square of stone gave way under his feet. He was an ace of getting him. shot downward, sp la shing in water. "The murdering vermin!" raged the Irish lad as he The instant before t h e stone clicked .up into place again raced arnuck down the street, on which not another soul hi s command floated up to terrified Joe: appeared, yet which was alive now w ith danger. "Don't desert I sabela. 'Tell Diaz how his enemies deI Crack! crack One of the s hots registered well enough stroy his.friends!" ; to carry away his straw hat.


2 4 ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "And not one of the greasers 'd dare to face me in a fair, stand up fight!" gritted the fugitive Three single shots followed him in swift succession "They fight like a pack of wolves!" jeered Lannon, des p erately Anothe r shot, and Tom thought for an instant that that b u ll et had reached him. But he soon realized that he was unhurt. "It' ll be queer if so much shooting doesn't bring out the garrison," thought Lannon "Just two minutes of life-two minutes! That's all I p r ay for now!" quivered Joe, as he shot around a corner, racing desperately, breathlessly, and caught sight of the railway station only a few hundred yards away. "But what if Sanchez shouldn't be there? What if I m eet another pack of these murdering revolutionists?" L annon's thoughts were enough to give him a bad case of shivers, but he still ran, for in flight only did there seem to be any chance of finding aid for Tom Bolton. "If the poor old fellow is even still alive!" Lannon half sobbed "The River of Death! 'rhat underground stream that Gomez told us about, that flows off somew here the bowel s of the earth! 'rhat must be it. Oh, Tom, Tom! I wonder if there's any show of your being st ill alive? Or a r e you drowned by this time, floating helplessly a.way?" There were great tears in Lannon s eyes, but his fists were doubled and clenched hard with the wild desire to have vengeance on some one for the dastardly trick played upo n his loya l chum T oot I toot oot oot "Am I dreaming or crazy?" gasped Lannon. "Or is tha t the whistle of a train coming in at the depot? Oh, it's crazy I must be, for the train se rvice has been stopped." He halted in the deserted square, wondering whether to g o on, and, if not, which way to turn . "For now I mistrust,' ; he groaned, "that I'll never find Sanchez there The whole thing is a hideous nightmare Will I never wake up?" Lannon laughed a hard, despairing laugh. But in the next instant he rubbed his eyes hard. T lien he stared. For down at the entrance to the railway station ap groups of soldiers. "Aw, sure, it's dreaming I am!" gritted the boy, unbe l ieving ly. "Soldiers over there, when I left 'em all loc ked u p in the barracks!" Still, there seemed something wonderfully real about these uniformed men over at the station. Mor eover, these men before his eyes wore blanket ro11s and h aversacks, canteens and cartridge pouches. Altogether, they looked different from the soldiers Lan n on had left behind a few moments before. "Yes, surely these soldiers were live men of real flesh, for when they beheld the wild fugitive running at them they stopped their talk and stared at him. And Joe, rushing up breathless, saw on their hats the number, "33." Now the men back at the barracks belonged to the Twenty-seventh Infantry. There were more soldiers piling out of the depot now What a huge rabble of them! "It's a new regiment come here to put down the trouble!" uttere d Joe to himself, yet half aloud Then, as he dashed forward : "Where's Sanchez?" "Here!" answered that police agent, working his way through a crowd of :Mexican army officers. "Why, it's you, Senor Lannon! What's wrong?" "Everything!" blurted Joe. "But principally Tom Bol ton!" The n, in his quivering, frenzied sente nces, Joe managed to tell of the horrible thing that had taken place. "The River of Death!" gasped Sanchez, himself turning white. "That's it!" r.oared Joe. "Hurry!" But Sanchez, looking at the Iri h lad with an expression of added horror, replied: "'I'here is no use in hurrying. If your friend has dropped into the River of he will never come out agafo." "How do you know that, man, until you've tried?" blazed Joe Lannon "Hurry, in the na:ine of heaven!" "Do you know the exact place where it happened?" questioned Sanchez, in an agitated voice "Know the place, is it?" echoed Lannon. "I can take you on the run to tha.t house. I. can point out the very s lab of stone "Then, at least, we shall solve what we never knew be fore, the place where the River of Death is entered!" cried Sanchez, his voice shaking, though his eyes :fl.ashed. "Hurry!" raged Joe "Will you never get started?" "Senor Colonel,'' said Sanchez, turning to a white haired officer, "may I ask for a company of your men to go forward at the double-quick?" "Captain!" spoke the Colonel, s harply, turning to one I of bis yolmger officers. In almost a jiffy, now, o ne of the companies of infantry w11s loosely formed. With Joe Lannon for their guide this company dashed up the street at a slow but stea dy jogging trot. There were m e n enough here for a work of rescue. Joe Lannon, now that he was backed by soldiers, felt suddenly so weak that running seemed a torment. He knew there wa

ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. 25. He shouted those two short, fre n zied sentences upward trying to get some clearer idea of the nature of the watery at Joe. grave in which he found himself. Then came the splash. "But if I let go I may not find anything aga i n to hold Even in his bewilderment a.nd terTor our hero knew the on to," he quivered, sick with horror and s u spense. ''And meaning of the water. this awful suction i It seems like l y to p ull m e down to the "It's the River of Death!" :flashed i nto his whirling center of the earth!" brain at the first wetting. Eut presently there came a ca l mer str eak Then down he went, over his head. "I'm going to gain nothing by gett ing e x ci ted," h e to ld Something seemed drawing him down with a terrible himself. "If there's any possible way, Joe Lannon w ill clutch. bring help to me. If he can't and I s u ppose he can'tBut Tom fought upward, desperately. then it will be best to die as calmly asl possib le, and n ot end His hands st ruck something solid. up by going raving mad." He clutched at that something, without having the least Mad!" idea what it was. That grewsome word, M it popped into hi s mi nd gave How he held on-with what grimness! the boy another awfu l shudder. For youth holds tightly to life! "Tom Bolton, you'd better face that word, 'crazy,' sol-He opened his eyes-tried to think clearly. emnly and bravely. If you don't ancl get over this c ill y First of all, the boy r e alized that he was in a place of laughing, crazy will soon be a mild word describe your intense, utter darkness condition." He could see nothing, not even his own frantically grip Then, keeping unnaturally quiet, he tried to hea r some ping hands, holding to something that must be a slight sound of the world above. projecting l edge of rock But from overhead there came not a sou nd. If that should give way! "And no wonder," he told himself I must have fa ll e n Or if he should be washed away from it! sixty or seventy feet-if not a full h undre d 0 cour s e For all the time son:{etliing in that moving water seemed there's no sound to be hea. rd away down h e re." to be tugging r e morselessly at his body. But what could Joe be doing all this time ? Only his head. and the tips 0 his shoulders were above "Perhaps dead already from some Mexican's kn ife the surface 0 the water. shuddered Tom Bolton. "At least, that woul d be a mer A fine spray dashed constantly into his face. cifu l d eath!" He closed his eyes to keep some of the water out, for in Again, in an unguarded moment, the p r o j ect i o n of rock this complete darkness open eyes were of no value. to which h e h e ld s lipped from his grasp "Joe!" he sho uted frantically. "Joe! Joe Lannon!" Away h e was swept, fighting, st rugg li ng, trying despe rHideous, mocking echoes came back to him, rebounding ately to keep from going down under the influence of t h a t as if from s limy, jagged points of rock overhead. dreadful s uction. all that mockery of echoes he wondered if he could How long he swam, how long he fou g ht, h e coul d not really hear Lannon's voice. guess. Or was that thought, that belief, only more mockery? But at length his hands again touc hed a rock-bound ''Yes, yes, Joe! I'm here!" Bolton shouted frantically wall. Groping, st ruggling, he found another p r ojectio n of "Get help and get me out. I can hold on for a little while." I rock, fo which he held on with the sternness o f despai r. As if to j eer at his helplessness, the waters caught him j' Tl : ough he did not let go, hi s mind did l et go. with tha t and whirled our h ero on. awfu l realization that hi s fate could not long be staved off. But again h e caught at somet hin g, and again he clutched. At first strange voices buzzed in his cars, to rmen t ing "Oh, Joe !" he shouted. "Get help quick!" him. This time only the echoes sounded above and aro un d Knowing that these were only delusions, h e trie d to "I floated too far away!" half -sobbed Bolton "Now reason them away. Lannon can't h ear me at all." But, his mind becoming more :frantic, the del usions i nThen came the sickeni ng thought: creased. "What's to be the end of all this? For I can't hold on Now his hollow, idiotic laughter mng out, comi ng back for very long, with this horrible suction of s ome sor t drag -to his disordered mind a thousandfold in the echo. ging me down!" It seerne4 as if all the fiends of the universe were l aug hAgain he called wildly to Lannon. ing, jeering jibing at one hapless, dying boy. Next came the s tartled thought : It was only instinct now-not reason or desire-th a t "Hadn' t I bett e r save my breath to aid my str e ngth in made Tom Bolton s till desperately to that bit o f holding on? But-oh, d ear! Oh, mercifu l heaven W ill solid, projecting rock. holding on do anything el e but prolong the agony of b e i ng Against his hold the downward suction of t h e wa t e r alive in this River of Death?" fought for the mastery. Had he dared, Tom Bolton would have swum about a bit, It was the struggle, the instinct of self presocvat i o n, thai


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. made him strive to hold on now, for Tom Bolton's mind l was far away in a region peopled by mocking :fiends. "They'll get me soon!" he jabbered incoherently. Then in the darkness a strange light as sai led his eyes and danced before him. Another delusion! Tom's piercing scream rang out. He sank back, choking, his mouth filling with water. In his disordered mental state h e saw a grinning fiend approach and wrap him in its writh ing arms. Then Tom Bolton gave up, his mind floating off into nothingness CHAPT'ER XII. CONCLUSION. When Tom Bolton opened his eyes again it was in lif e At least, Isabela Ruiz' s face was bending over his. Had she died, too? "You know who I am, don't you?" she asked. ''Of course I do," Tom faltered, in a weak voice. "The sweetest, dearest girl a live!" That not being exactly the answer that I sabela had ex pected, she blushed, drew her face back and was silent. "All right, old chap?" murmured Joe Lannon, in a whispering voice, a s he moved his face into ra.ngc of view. "Oh, yes, I'm all right," nodded Tom. "But where did Isabela go?" "I'm here," replied the girl softly, moving back into sight. "Don't go away again," begged Tom. "Your face is good to look at." 'rhis time Isabela did not blush, but seated herself in a chair at the bedside. Joe, who had glided away, came back, followed by a Mex ican in uniform, who wore the cross of Geneva on his collar. He was an army surgeon, who had come in with the new regiment. "Oh, the young man will do all right now," spoke the surgeon, cheerily. "His brain was. threatened from the shock, but his head was strong enough to bring him through "Are you going to let me sit up, Doc?" demanded Tom. Dr. Carrillo laughed, but replied: "Yes, you may try, as soon as you've had some break fast. But don't abuse your strength." Then Joe brought water and washed his chum's face and hands. Next he propped him up on the pillows, pleased at the amount of strength that our hero displayed. ".Toe," spoke our hero, at last, "yon needn't try rto keep it from me. There is something won'Ving you ." "There's nothing to worry about," spoke Joe, blithely. "Oh, well, I suppose you'll tell me l ate r when you think I'm strong enough," sighed Bolton. "But, say, Joe, I wish you'd ask whoever is tramping outside the door to go a little mo. re lightly." Lannon looked confused. Tom Bolton fixed a keen look on his chum's face. "You might as well come out with the truth, Joe. That sentry is on spec ial duty and we're under arrest." Joe Lannon looked as if he didn't know what to say. "Is that true?" insisted Tom. "Yes." "Was it about-because-Isabela's father?" "I guess I might as well tell you the whole, straight story," grumbled Joe Lannon. "Yes, you might just as well. It will save time and ques tioning." "Well, then, Tom, it turns out that Dr. Ruiz was the secretary of the revolutionary movement here in Chohuca." "I knew that," sa id Tom, calmly. "What! You did?" "Certainly." "Tom, you made the mi s take of helping one of the big gest guns in the rebel crowd to get out of Mexico, beyond the reach of Mexican law." "He wasn't a big gun He was only the poor .slave, the tool of Don Carlos .. "He was big eno ugh gun to be secretary of the revolutionary party." "That was because h e was an ediwated man, and also because he had been trained to hold his tongue about the affairs of Don Carlos." "Well, he's gone, and we can't go," laughed Joe, trying to put a brave face the matter. "Who ord e red us under arrest?" "Colonel Mendez, by wire from the City of Mexico." "Are we to be iried here, or taken to the City of Mexico?" "I can't find out a thing," Joe repli ed. "All I know is that Sanchez told me that was hopping mad." "Don't you wo-rry, anyway, Joe, old chap," urged Tom, soothingly "When we get a show at a trial I shall make it plain that you had nothing to do with it." "Oh, I'm not worrying-not for myself," Joe replied, in an accent or indifference. "I wonder how lon g it will be before our trials?" mused Tom. "I can't g uess. Trials happen suddenly in this country, you know. "Why?" demanded Tom, looking up swiftly. "Have there been any trials yet?" "Some," replied Lannon, coolly. "You might as well tell me the whole thing. In the first plncc, how l ong have I been here?" 'l'hi s is the third day." "Third clay? Whew! when h o grinning devils dark water." And the la st I remember was grabbed me down there in the "The wonder i s that the force of the water didn t suck you right down out of sight at once. You must have put up a terribly hard fight," surmised Lannon. "Oh, didn't I, though?" "Well, that underground stream must have been discov-


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. ered by Don Carlos and other members of the club, whose building is right beside the hole. Machinery from .inside the club building operated that slab in the sidewalk, so as to let down into the hole any one who had the l)ad luck to be unpopular with Don Carlos's political club." "The great scoundrel!" "Don't speak ill of the dead," begged Joe, gently. "What I Don Carlos dead?" "Shot yesterday, outside the barracks wa.11. You jumped when the volleys ripp ed out. We were \yatching you." "Any one else shot?" "Herr Donner, M, Beaudois and Trescott, and a few others.;' "What! Don Carlos and all his associates? And those associates were foreigners. Didn't the ambassadors of their countries interfere?" "Nit interfere!" retorted Joe. "They were notified, of course, but the French and German ambassadors followed the lead of the American mini ste r in declaring that for eigners who come here and break the country's laws mu s t pay the bill as the courts direct. So Don Carlos and his foreign friends got a short trial before a military court and then were sent out and shot." Tom was silent for some time, but he brightened up when a soldier came in with the breakfast anti. I sa bela and a middle-aged Mexican woman followed. It was always his plan, when possible, to face tough luck on a full stomach. 'Breakfast down, Tom asked the girl and her companion to step into the ha.llway until Lannon could help him get into his clothes. Soon dressed, Isabela and her chaperon wer e admitted again. "I'd like to get out in the sun a bit, but I suppose the sentry would stop me,'' hinted Tom. Isabela at once burst into a flood of tears, falling on her knees at his side and kissing his hand with Mexican fervor. "You have done all this for me-saved my father at your own terrible cost!" she cried. Tom started, went a bit whitearound the lips, then caught himself and braced. "Why, that's all right, Isabela," he smiled, cheerily as he could. "I knew what I was about. This arrest is purely formal. I'm to be held until I account for my act-that's all. I've got good reasons to give the authorities." But I sabela, though she dried her eyes and tried to look cheerful, showed plainly that she was not comforted. Tom turned to his chum as soon as Isabela stepped over to speak to her chaperon. "So you've been holding the news back, eh, old chap? I'm to be shot for deliberately getting the secretary of the revolutionary party out of the country-is that it?[' Was that why the army surgeon took such an infernal lot of trouble to get me well again?" "Oh, well, it ain't settled yet whether you're to be shot or not," returned Joe, a bit gruffly. "Not much use trying to get information out of you, is it?" smile(\ Tom, wistfully. "All right, J oe9 I'll just go ahead and imagine the worst that I can, and then I'll know that that's what you are trying to hide from me." "To tell you the plain truth," blurted Lannon, "I don't know a hanged thing about what s to become of us. But I know that about a dozen men have been tried, and every one of them shot by the troops. The rank and file of the revolution, while they're known, thanks to the work that you and I did, have been pardoned; and so, of course, they're now whooping things up hot and heavy the government of Pres ident Diaz." "And as to your fate and mine you don't know a word? .. "I shall :fight like the dickens to get you acquitted, Joe, and let them do what they hanged please with me." "Oh, I'm in the same boat, and not going to do the baby act, either,'' retorted Lannon, grittily. "Joe,'' whispered our hero, "Isabeh isn't a prisoner, is she? Tell me the truth." "She a prisoner? On my soul, she isn't, old fellow She's as free as the air. President Diaz doesn't make war on women who have done no wrong." "Thank heaven she' s safe!" br1eathed Frank, fervently. "Is she going to join her father?" "As soon as our case is settled." "She's free to go, then?" "She could leave on the next train going north to the good old United States-if she had the price of a ticket." "She hasn't the nroney, then?" Strapped "Poor girl! Joe, there isn't any way we can her any money, is there, old "We haven't got a cent,'' Joe returned. "All we did have was police money, and that was confiscated the instant the telegraphic order of arrest came from Mendez." "Oh, Lord! It seems bitter to think of leaving that poor child unprotecteO. and penniless! All I did, after all, was to save the father at the cost of the daughter I And he;s as 'bu ste d' as she is." "Oh, Dr. Ruiz can earn money, all right," murmured Joe, cheeringly that old man is a crack-a jack scientist He can get a good job i;n any American mine or smelter works." The roll of wheels was heard in the barracks yard. A few minutes later the sharp, heavy tread of min gled with the jangling of sabres, was heard in the corridol." outside. Then the door was thrust roughly open, and Colonel Ropera and half a dozen other officers clanked into the room. "Is this the military court?" wondered Tom, bingly. Then, catching sight of another man at the rear of the party, our hero, forgetting his weakness, leaped to his feet. "Colone l Mendez !" he cried. Mendez, in citizen's dress, stepped through the party of officers and moved forward, fiKing his stern, mvincible eye1 on the boy.


ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ. "Bolton!" rang the old police chief's voice. "You do "I go now to pray for you," murmured the girl. not quiver and cower Lefore roe? You are not afraid, "Now, if it's all the same to you," smiled Tom, "I'd a after your treachery?" heap rather you stayed here to let roe look at you. I may "Afraid!" thundered Tom, his voice quivering with the not have much time for that, you know." wrath of a righteous sneer. "Treachery! Colonel Menlt was an hour before Colonel Mendez returned, followed dez, if I had you alone by yourself, with' no one to interfere, by Police. Agent Sanchez. I'd cram that lying word ten feet down your throat! "My dear boys!" cried the old chief, rushing up and Treachery! \Vho was it that stopped the spark of revoluseizing each by a hand. "Senor Sanchez has told me! It tion in Chohuca from bursting into the explosion of a rewas a bold and daring thing that you did, but you have hellion that would have spread by telegraph to all the other the great merit of having succeeded. I have taken the States in this part of Mexico? Who was it that acted with erty of ordering you released from arrest, pending the com so much brains and promptness that President Diaz has ing of a reply to the telegram that I shall send to the gov not now on his hands a revolution that it would take a year ernment of President Diaz at the City of Mexico." or two of fighting to put down? Treachery! You inBefore the night was over an answer, praising in-grate!" stead of blaming the boys. They were ordered to report 1f Mendez appeared astounded his look did not belie his at the ca_pita1 for their reward. feelings. Yet, before starting, Tom borrowed enough on account "Has not Sanchez told you that it was my plan that from Colonel Mendez to pay the passage of Isabela and her stopped the revolution here the other night-my plan that attendant over to San Antonio, Texas. sent Major Guerra away from the chance of doing harm?" Tom and Joe received the thanks of President Diaz in "I have not seen Sanchez yet," replied Colonel Mendez. person later. "I came at once to you on my arrival here." For their own share in a really wonderful piece of politi"Then you'd better see Sanchez before you talk to me! cal police work the boys received a reward of ten thousand You'd better find 011t just what I did to save your governdollars each, American money, and more than enough ex ment from a crash that would have ruined it. You'll find pense money to carry them rejoicing on their way to San that if it hadn't been for my plans, carried out on the rush Antonio, in the good old United Sta.tes. and jump, then Ohohuca at this moment would be in the When Tom arrived there he lost no time in inquiring the hands of the rebels, and other nearby States would be pourstate of Isabela's heart. He had one of the strongest cases ing in recruits to fight the regiments of the Mexican army that ever an eager lover had to put 11p. that might have remained loyal. Treachery! Go get your Dr. Ruiz lives in the Southwest now, a mining expert. facts, man! rTom and Joe live near by on a ranch that they bought, "And now, of what am i accused?" Tom went on in a and on which they are prospering and living the life that softer voice. "When you find out what your government they love. owes to me, Colonel Mendez, you will realize of what a Tom's youngest sister, Bess, down to be at his wed heinous crime I stand accused. There was a harmless, ding with Isabela. mild, loving old man, devoted to his only child, his

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These Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Books Tell You Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are exp lained in such a simple manner that al!Y child. can thoroug'hly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjeda mentioned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL PE SENT BY MAtL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CEN'rS EACH, OH ANY THREE BOOKS FOR 'l'WENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism; also how t o cure all kinds of dis e a ses by animal magnetism, or, magn etic healin g By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO PA.LMISTRY.-Containing the most ap prov ed methods of reading the lines on the hand, togeth e r wi t h a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phreno logy, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZEJ.-Containing valuab l e and in structive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most approved methods whi c h are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A..C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT A.ND FISH._:_The most complete hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full in structions about gtins, !rnnting dog s traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game a n d fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL A.ND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know bow to row v.nd sail a boat. Full instructions are given in tjlis little book, together with in structions on swimming and riding, compa nion sports to boating No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.A complete treatisa on the horse. the most useful horses for business, the best ho1'Ses for the road; also valuable recipes for diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A. bandy boo'k for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By C. Stansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM A.ND DREAM BOOK. Containing the g reat oracle of human destiny; also the true m e aning of almost any kind of dreams, togeth e r with charms, ceremonies, and curious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAMS. -Everybody dreams, from the little child to the aged man and woman. 'l'his little book gives the explanation to all kinds of dream s, togetl.Jer with lucky and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW TO 'l'ELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of knowing what his future life will bring forth, wh ethe r happin ess or misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little book. Buy one and be convinced. T e ll your own fortune. T e ll the fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lin es of tile b a nd or the secret of palmistry. Al so the secret of t e lling future eve'1t s by aid of mol es marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW l'O BECmIE AN A.THLETE.-Giving foll ia struction for th e u s e of dumb bells, Indian clubs, paralle l b ir;, horizonc: tl ba1'S sud various other methods of develo ping a goo!, h ealthy mu scle ; containing ov e r illu strations. E very boy c crn bec ome strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contain e d in this l illlo book No. 10. IIOW TO BOX.-The art of selfdefense m?.de No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with Illustrations. By A.. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO F'ORTY TRICKS WITH CA.RDS.Containin[! d eceptive Card '!' ricks as performed by leading conjurora and mag1c1ans. Arranged for home amusement. l!-,ully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the al s o most popular magical illusions as performed by oui: mag i cians ; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No .. 22. HOyV TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sight explamed bJ'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on betw ee n the magician and the boy on the stage; als o giving all the codes and signals. 'l'he only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW 'l' O BECOl\IE A MA.GICIA.N.-Containing the ?f magical illu sions ever placed before the public. A.lso tricks wi t h cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL THICKS.--Conta.ining over one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 6!J. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over of the latest and best tric ks used by magicians. Also oontainmg the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70. HOW TO l\ll\KE l\IAGIC TOYS.-Containing full d1reetions for makmg l\1ag1c 'l' oys and devices of many kinds. By A.. Anderson. Fully illustrated. No. 73 .. HOW. TO J?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many cur10us tricks with figures and the magic of numbers. By A.. .Anderson. Fully illustrated. .No. 7.5. Hmy TO A. CONJUROR. -Containing tr1.cks "'.1t1!-Domm_os, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing th1rty-s1x 11Iustrations. By A.. And e rson No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK .A.RT.-Containing a com plete d e s c rip t ion of the mysteries of l\Iagic and Sleight of Hand t:igether with many wonderful experiments. By A. A.ndersou'. I1lustrated MECHANICAL, No. 20 HOW TO. BECOME AN IN VENTOR.-Every boy sho u l d !mow how This book explains them all, g 1vmg exampl es m electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumaucs, mechanics, etc. The most instructh'e book published. No. 5G. HOW TO AN ENGI-NEER.-Containing full mstruct1ons how to proceed m order to become a locomotive en gi!leer; for buildipg a model lo comotive; together w i t h a full d esc r1pt10n of everythmg an engineer shouldi know. No. 57 HOW 'l'O MA.KE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full dire c tions ho w to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, ..i'Eolian Harp, Xylcr ph-;ne and o t h e r musical instruments; together with a brief de o f nearly evjlry mu sica l instrument used in ancient or modern times Profusely Hlustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for l \renty years bandmaster of t:be Royal Bengal l\larines. No. 59 HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTER .-Containing a descript i o n of the lante rn, together with its history and invention. s o full dire c tions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely i 11 nstru tetl. By John A.lien Ko. 7l. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containing complete inslrnctions for p erforming over sixty Mechanical Tricks. lly A Anderson Fully illustrated. Contni11ing over thirty illustrations of gua rds, blows, and t h e c !i,itrent posi:i om i Of a good box e r. Every boy sh o uld obt ai n one of LETTER WRITING. these u seful and instructive books, as it will teach yon bow to box No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most com-without an ins t ructor. 1 plete litUe 1.Jook, containing full directions for writing love-letters, No. 25. HOW TO I'.ECOME A GYMNAST.-Cont.aining full and wh en to n e them, giving specimen letters for young and old. instructions for all kirnh of gymnastic sports a n d athletic nercises. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.-Giving Embmcing tllirt,'>-five illustrat ions. By Professor W i\Ia cclonald. comp lete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; A hand y ancl ns c ful hook. also letters of introduction. notes and requests. No. R-1. HOW TO FENCE.-Containing fnll in struction for No. 24. IIOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.-fencing and !h e use o f the broadswo'.J; also instrnction in archery. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; Descr ibed \1 .. '1.1 twenty-one practic al illustrations, giving the best also giving sample letters for instruction. positions in fencing A. complete book. No. 53 .. HOW TO LE'l'TERS.-A wonderful little TRICKS C-"' book. tellmg you bow to write to yot! r sweetheart, your father, v ,.., r; "'' mother, sISter, brother, employer; and, 1n fact, everybody and any-No. 51. IIO'iV TO DO 'l'RICKS Wl'!'H CARDS.-Contnining body you wish to write to. Every young man and every young explanations of the general prin c iples of sleidit-of-hand u1,p iicahle I iady in the land shonld hnvi this book. to card trick'; of card tricks with C'lrr ls, and not requiring I )lo. 74. HOW TO 'VRITEJ LETTERS CORRECTLY.--Con-1leight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleig-ht-of-har.d, or the us e of 1 tnining fnll instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; llPl!Cially prepared cards. By Professor Haffner. Illustratcrl. I also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters.


THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S J OKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the mooks ever and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contaws a large collect1on of .songs, jo!rns, conundrums, etc., of T e r rence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day ]!]very boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No .. 79. HQW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com p lete mstruct1ons how to make up for various characters on the stage; together wi t h the duties of the S tage Manager Prompter l:kenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat e s t Jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-re nown e d and ever popular German c omedia n Sixty-four pages; handsome color e d cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. NC!. 16. H9W TO KEEP A, WIND.OW GARDEN.-Containing full mstruct1ons fot constructmg a wmdow garden eitbet in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub li shed No 30. HOW 'l:O COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever publi s hed. It contains r ecipes for cooking meats fish, game, and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to make almost anything around the h ouse such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, A eolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW'TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de S<'ription of the womJerful uses of electricity and electro magnetis.n together with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries: etc By Geo r ge Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty illustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.-Con taining full Jirections for making electrical machines, induction coils, dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. Ey R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrate d. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive and hi ghly amusing electrical tricks t ogether with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HOW 'l.'9 BEUOi\IE A SPE.AKER.-Co n taining foI'" teen 1 1lustrat1ons, giving the different p osit i o n s r eq u isite to b e co!lle a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containin g g e ms from a .II the popular anthors of prose and p oetry, arr a n g e d in t he mOlt sm1ple and concisJ manner possible No. 49. _HOW TO DEBA'.rE.-Giving rules f o r condu cting a .. bates, ou tlines for debatel:l, questions for discussion and the bed sources for procuring infolmation on the que5tions giv en. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-The arts a n d wiles o f flirtation aM fully explained by this little book. Besides the various meth o ds of ha.r.Ver publi s hed. and there's millions (of fun) in it. mannet of preparing and submitting manusc ript. Also containing No 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatne ss, legibility and gene r a l c om very valuable little book jus t published. A complete compendium po s iti o n of manuscript, essential to a successfu l author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc .. suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOi\iE YOUR OWN DOCTOR-A won money than any book published derful b o ok. containing u sefu l and practical information in the No. 35. HO'V !I'O PLAY GAMES.-.A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary disea ses and ailments commo n t o e v ery book, containing the rules and r egulations of billiards, bagatelle, family Abounding in useful and effective r ecipes for general com baC'kgammon, croquet. domino es etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO COI,LECT STAMPS .AND COINS.Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles curious catches tainlng valuable information r ega rding the collectlng and arrang ing a nd witty sayings. -of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. No 52. HOW TO PLAY fli\.RDS.-.A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By O ld K i n g B r ady, book, the rule s and f\,. 'irections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In whi c h he lays down some valuable bage, Casino, Forty-Five, R'ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures Auction Pitch, All Fours, and m!my other popular games of cards. and experiences of w e ll-known d etec tives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three hun-No. 60 HOW TO BECOME A PIIOTOGRAPHER.-Contain dred interesting puzzles and conundrums, with key t o same. A ing useful information regarding the Camera and how to w ork it; complete book. Fully illustrated. By A .Anderson. also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and o ther Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W D e W. Abney. ETIQUETTE. No. 1 3. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It Is a great l ife secret, and one that every young man desires to know all about. There's happiness in it. No. 33. HOW '1.'0 BEHA VE.-Containing the rules and etiquette of. good society and the easiest and most approved methods of appearing to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, and m t he d rawing-room. No. 62 HOW TO BECOME A WEST P OINT M I LITARY C.ADET.-Containing full explanations how to gain adnflttance, course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Office r s, Post Guard, Police Fire Department, and all a boy s hould know to be a 0:'ldet. Ccmpiled anfl written by Lu Senarens, author of "How to Become a Naval Cadet." No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.-Compl e t e in structions of how to gain admission to the .Annapolis Naval DECLAMATION. Academy Also containing the course of instruction, description No. 27. HOW T O RECITE .AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. of grounds and buildings, historical sketch, and everything a boy --Containing the most popular selections in use, comprising Dutch should know to be<'ome an officer in the United States N a vy Com dialect, French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, together piled and by Lu Senarens, a u thor of "How to Become with many standard readings. West Point Military Cadet." PRI C E 10 CENTS OR 3 FOR 25 CENTS. Address FRAN K TOUSEY Publisher. 24 Union iquare. New York.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MAbE MAN 32 Pages of Matter Handsome Colored Covei-s A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY PRICE 5 OENTS A OOPY This Weekly contains stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunitie s. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of this series contains a good moral tone which make s "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for the home, although each number is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very bei;-t obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists, and every effort is constantly b e ing made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, Th.e Cutest Boy In Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck ; or, The Boy Who Succeeded 8 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick. A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lakeview. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Gree n River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune ; or, The Record of a SelfMade Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers 'Of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys Who Worked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortune s of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boy's Start In Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy In Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, .The Boy Who Could Not b e Downed. Hi A Streak of Luck ; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest. 16 A Good Thing ; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Y oung Trader In Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. rn A Rise In Life; or, The Career of a l<'actory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From Ca ll Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Boy 1of Them All. 23 Bound to Win ; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy 25 A Born Speculator; or, The Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 'L'he Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil ; or. The Boy Who !\fade a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; or, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Clrc11.1. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme ; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 33 Playing to Win ; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall :iltreet. 34 Tatters ; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who "Couldn't be Done." 38 A Rolling Stone ; or, The Brightest Boy on Record. 39 Never Say Die; or, The Young Surveyo r of Happy Valley. 40 Almost a Man; or, Winning His Way to the Top. 41 Boss of the Market; or, The Greatest Boy In Wall Street. 42 The Chance of His Life; or, The Young Pilot of Crystal Lake. 43 Striving for Fortune ; or, From Bell Boy to Mllllonalre. 44 Out for Business ; or, The Smartest Boy in Town. 45 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Striking It Rich In Wall Street. 46 Through Thick and Thin; or, The Adventures of a Smart Boy. 47 Doing His Level Best; or, Working His Way Up. 48 Always on De c k ; or, The Boy Who Made His M_ark. 49 A Mint of Money; or, The Young Wall Street Broker. 50 The Ladder of Fame; or, From Office Boy to Senator. 51 On the Square; or, The Success of an Honest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, The Pluckiest Boy in the West. 53 Winning the Dollars; or, The Young Wonder of Wall Street. 54 Making His Mark; or, The Boy Who Became. President. For sale by all newsdealer s, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New .York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS "'f our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and f:' in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of tL.3 books you want and we will send them to you by ro-turn mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME MONEY. 1 ................................................................... .. FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York ........... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: ... of WORK AND WIN, Nos ................... ,. ... ...... .: ....... ..... " WIDE Aw AKE WEEKLY, NOS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ................................................ 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WIDE. AWAKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE STORY EVERY VVEEK Price 5 Cents BY THE BEST AUTHORS ._-HANDSOME ILLUSTRATED COVERS 32-PAGES OF READING MATTER Price 5 Cents ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY.._. Interesting Stories of Adventure in All Parts of the World TAKE NOTICE! -This handsome weekly contains intt!Ilsely inte r esting stories of adventure on a great variety of subjects Each numbei; is replete with rousing sit uati ons and lively incident .s. The heroes are bright, manly fellows, who overcome all obstacles by sheer force of brains and grit and win well merited success. We have s ecured a s taff of new authors, who write these stories in a manner which will be a source of pleasure and profit to the reader. Each number ha s a hand some col ored illustration made by the most expert artists Large s ums of money are being spent to make this one of the best weeklies ever published -... Here is a List of Some of the Titles .... 1 Smashing the Auto Record ; By Edward N Fox. or, Bart Wilson at Speed Lever. 17 The Keg of Diamonds; or, After the Treasure of the Caliphs. By 2 Oil' the Ticker; o r Fate at a Moment's Noti ce By Tom Dawson. 3 From Cadet to Captain; or, Dick Danford' s West Point Nerve. lly Lieut. J J Barry. 4 The Get-There Boys ; or, Making Things Hum in Honduras. By '" arbu rton. 5 Written in Cipher; or, The Skein Jack Barry Unrave lled. By Pror. Oliver Owens. 6 The No-Good Boys; or, Downing a Tough Name. By A Howard D e Witt. 7 Kicke d oll the Earth ; or, Ted Trim' s Hard Luck Cure. By Rob Roy. 8 Doing it Quick; or, Ike Brown's Hustle at Panama. By Captain Hawthorn, U. S. N 9 In the 'Frisco Earthquake; or, Bob Brag' s Day of Terror. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 10 We, Us & Co. ; or, Seeing Life with a Vaudeville Show. By Ed ward N Fox. 11 Cut Out for an Officer; or, Corporal Ted in the Philippines. By Lieut. J J Barry. 12 A Fool for Luck; or, The Boy Who Turned Boss. By Fred War burton. 13 'fhe Great Gaul "Beat" ; or, Phil Winston's start in Reporting. By A. Howard De Witt. 14 Out for Gold; o r The Boy Who Knew the Dillerence. By Tom Dawson. 15 The Boy Who Balked; or, Bob Brisbane's Big Kick. By Frank I Irving. I 16 Slicker than Silk ; or, The Smoothest Boy Alive. By Rob Roy. Tom Dawson. 18 Sandow, Junior; or, The Boy Who Looked Puny. By Prof. Oliver Owen& 19 Won by Bluff; or, Jack Mason' s Marble Face. By Frank Irving. 20 On the Lobster Shift; or, The Herald's Star Reporter. By A Howard De Witt. 21 Under the Vendetta' s Steel ; or, A Yankee Boy In Corsica. By Lieut. J J. Barry. 22 Too Green to Burn; or, The Luck of Being a Boy. By Rob Roy. 23 In Fool's Paradise; or, The Boy Who Had Things Easy. By Fred Warburton. 24 One Boy in a Million; or, '.1.'he Trick That Paid. By Edward N. Fo1.. 25 In Spite of Himself; or, Serving t h e Russian Police. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 26 Kic ked into Luck ; or, The Way Nate Got There. By Rob Roy. 27 The Prince of Opals: or, The Man-Trap of Death Valley. By A Howard De Witt. 28 Living in His Hat; or, The Wide World His Home. By Edward N Fox. 29 All for President Diaz; or, A Hot Time in Mexico. By Lieut. J J Barry. 30 The Eas'est Ever: o r How Tom Filled a Money Barrel. By Capt. Hawthoin, U. S. N For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents p e r c op y, in money or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our libraries, and cannot procure them from newsde a l ers, they can b e obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we wiil send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE S'l'AMPS 'l'A.KEN 'l'HE AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................................... FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New Yo rk. ..... .......... 190 DE rn Rrn Enc l o sed find . .... cents for whi c h please send me: ... copies of FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos .............................................. " WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ................ ............................. " 'VORK AND VIN. Nos ................................................................ " WILD WEST 'VEEKLY, Nos .......................................................... " PLUC K AND LUCK. Nos ...................................... o. " SECRET SERVICE, NOS. .................. ....... ... .. ................... H THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '"16, Nos ............. ............................ -........ " Ten-Cent Hand Books Nos .................................................... Name ......................... Street and No .................... Town .......... State ........


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