Mower County transcript., 1908-11-25
But what are YOU doing here p.

"But what are you doing here 7"
II was with 'em till got to Jimenez,
and know just about where they're
cooped up now. Oh" proudly patting
his chest, IAN Athlone man knows how
to do thing or two"
! AT Jimenez?" Z, .. ...
"They got there last night and i'm
mediately shot of in q carriage to q
small boat in the F1orido river, on the
edge of the town. They're in the
| mountains now, for sure, and they're
! right where things are rs tough as
whit-leather. I know the man that
! drove them from the station, and I
know a copper who is familiar with
that part of the country. He say it's
infested with gangs O. criminals. I
couldn't follow thin, and figured
| you'd have to be with me In keepin:
up the chase" s-...
by George" exclaimed Jerry, "but
! luck is still with us! Tomorrow, Mike,
you and little Tommy duck to tho
mountains. I'll pay you a hundred
and fifty a month, u. S., and you don't
have to handle pick unless you-"
Handle a piok?" exploded Mike.
"You see-that is, I'm going to try
| my hand at mining bit-when we're
not on their heels, Of course" fumbled
Jerry. I've arranged with a local
mining concern to make few investi-
cations In the mountains near the
source of the Florido, and the money
! will be easy for both OF US. Don't you
| see?"
why, that's where the copper said
| q lost gold mine was-the San some-
thing or other. You're not after it, are
you?"
I'VE can keep our eyes open for 4" !"
said Jerry. But we are after them.
Why, Mike, this whole thing Is Just
like 4 novel, isn't it,"
1T is that" said O'Connor, and
there'll be some mighty excitin' readin'
afore We reach the happy end, I can
tell you"
Late that afternoon Jerry introduced
Mike to Mr.. Hallington and announced
that he had selected him to accompany
him on the trip Of exploration. To-
! wards dusk Jerry and Mike departed
from Escalon for Jimenez on 4 freight
train. the former being in possession
| OF maps and orders ON . merchant Of
Parral for provisions.
The arst train out of Jimenez for
Parral was not scheduled to leave un-
! til early the following morning, thus
! necessitating the remaining of the
two in the town over night. That night
Jerry and Mike hunted up the police
man whom the latter had met at the
station and induced him to learn from
the driver of the carriage. IL possible,
the ultimate destination of tho kid
napers. The officer succeeded in To-
eating the driver and learned that the
five had taken q small boat and started
in the direction Of the village Of Rio
Florido, mining camp about 45 miles
| up the river. This he communicated
to Mike, who believed that they were
| 1T or near that village.
They had several hours to wait in
Parral before they could take train
| for the south. After they had oh.
tanned provisions for two weeks, q
small tent, a few necessary cooking
utensils and lanterns and picks they
went to the station on the seat with
the merchants driver. Just before
they reached the station Mike clutched
| Jerry's arm and brought his other
hand to his mouth. His eyes were
riveted to man crossing the street
a few yards away in front Of the
| wagon, and he did not turn his head
until the man, who wore white whis,
kers, went into small store.
cts old Riaz!" excitedly whispered
Mike, when the two were at a window
in the baggage room. -
"Riaz-who is he?" questioned
Jerry.
"The old codger 1 saw with Andre
and Felipe in the Vera Cruz house
and who got into the carriage with the
bunch at Jimenez. What do you sup
pose he is" The man came out OF
the store with a basket on his arm
and Mike did not finish the sentence
! OConnor, tanned almost to the com
plexion Of a Mexican, went into the
waiting room and stood near the tick
et-seller's window when the white
whiskered old man entered. He moved
up few feet as the man stepped to
the window and took out his purse
Although Riaz spoke in a low tone
Mikes ear was keen enough to catch
! the word-"Rosario.'
Then he went back to the baggage
room, his eyes blazing with excite
ment, and whispered to Jerry:
| HE is going to Rosario!"
| CHAPTER XIV,
! The Old Man Of the Adobe.