Chained Lightning: A Story of Adventure in Mexico

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Macmillan, 1915 - Adventure stories - 273 pages
 

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Page 195 - ... fascinating views, carried them past the Borda Gardens and the fine old cathedral, and so back to their hotel. Here they paid their bill for their night's lodging, procured their saddlebags and packs, and were soon riding past the picturesque palace of Cortez, once the home of the flower of Spanish cavaliers, but now a military barracks and prison. The boys glanced across at the little plaza, and passed on to the market-square which presented a novel picture of bustling, throbbing life. There...
Page 115 - ... one continuous brown tile roof. The building also contained store-rooms of many kinds, and included a dark room whose walls were heavily reinforced. This was used as a jail for offenders. "Here, Don Roberto," explained Don Luis, "I am judge and jury. Am I not the alcalde? And these whom I judge are my peons. What has a peon with juries?" "What constitutes a peon, Don Luis?
Page 161 - ... terbaccy t' keep me goin'; quinine fer chills; mustard plasters fer pains; liniment an' arniky fer sprains an' hurts; lint an' bandages ; a couple o' surgeon's needles ; buttons an' thread ; needles an' pins : a side o' bacon: a bag o' flour; some salt po'k; coffee; tea.
Page 177 - ... Irishman, loved a joke. Their business concluded, they returned to their inn, divided their traps, filled their saddlebags, and ascertained that the duffle remaining for the packhorse was not so great but that it could be stowed for him to carry both it and Pipo. This decided, they went in to dinner. As they were about to take their seats at table they experienced a strange sensation. They grew unaccountably dizzy. The lamps suspended above their heads seemed to be swaying back and forth ; then...
Page 182 - The owners," is said advisedly ; for Morelos differs materially from all other Mexican states. Here there are but few large haciendas ; therefore but little peonage. The bulk of the land is held by the natives, whose small allotments have passed for centuries from father to son ; possession, in the majority of cases, being the only evidence of ownership. Such titles might not satisfy the American investor, but they are recognized by the government of Morelos and are therefore sufficient for the natives...
Page 232 - ... futile plans for getting away; Belville's thoughts, strange as it may seem, were thousands of miles away; for he was thinking of Plainfield. The robbers were dividing their spoils. Ere long some excited shouts announced discovery by them of the treasure. This was followed by much whispering among them. Evidently there was some question in dispute between their chief and his lieutenant. Presently Lopez came over to where Tomson and the boys were lying, and, with a leer, said, "So ! It is gold...
Page 139 - Belville's pocket vouched for the awful reality. Don Luis had done what he could. He had taken Belville home with him to the rancho and had insisted that every night of the young man's stay at Bachimba should be passed under his hospitable roof. For this kindness Belville was grateful. But he loathed the Bachimba office and longed for the day when lie would be relieved and transferred to some other station. "It is Chico— the White Wolf!
Page 137 - ... Belville sat by the wounded man. Strange as it afterwards seemed to him. he could not recall a moment of fear from the time when, in the swale, he had resolved to act the good Samaritan. As the sun rose above the horizon, the wounded man regained his senses. He beckoned Belville to come closer. "I 'm done for," he said, in a voice that, though scarcely above a whisper, was yet without a tremble. "You have— been kind to —me. I want to — " a spasm of pain convulsed him, and he gasped feebly,...

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