"
"Und got all der dust on his chest, und none on his hind quvarters,"
commented the German suspiciously.
But Harding returned his gaze frankly, and wiped his brow with a great
appearance of weariness.
"Is that so?" he said. "I didn't notice it. But then, I rode so hard,
and----"
"Are you ready, Mr. Allen?"
It was Mr. Merrill's voice. He rode up, as he spoke, on a big
chestnut, which he had saddled and bridled faster than he had ever
equipped a horse before.
"All ready, sir," was the response, as Bob Harding swung himself into
his saddle again.
Geisler had run into the office. Now he reappeared, holding something
under his coat. He approached Mr. Merrill's side, and, while Bob
Harding was leaning over examining his saddle-girth, the German slipped
the object he held to his employer.
"Idt's a gun," he whispered. "Keep idt handy. Py chiminy, I dink
maype you need him pefore you get through."
"With the insurrectos in retreat?" laughed Mr. Merrill. "Geisler, you
are getting nervous in your old age. Come, Mr.
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