Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-02-04

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1.-THE earthquake? You say it's not
over? So that is the reason the people
do not go back to their homes 2" Daddy
Lorimer referred to the inhabitants OF
the hacienda. We had stopped at the
edge of the great field to which the Next
cans had fed when they dropped the de-
Tense Of the place at the first tremer OF
the earth. 1t was the fiat meadow where
Jim, Jr., had swoOped down in his air.
plane to rescue me and Baby Babs. The
same people who had so enjoyed that
exploit were once more scattered over the
field, but in a frame of mind which was
far from being gay.
"Sure-the crowds scared Of another
shake, sir" replied Morrison. and see
the animals! All mixed up with the
people Afraid, too. guess the beasts
down here are pretty good guessers when
it comes to an earthquake, SIR
1--WE may as well go on. No sense in
holding up the procession" said daddy
calmly, and he gave the order to the
driver, who was still fussing with his car.
1.-THE natives have lost their interest
in u.s." remarked Archer with Il grin.
The AIexicans sat on the ground in
groups and talked excitedly. Men walked
hung close to their masters heels. Bur
ro3 snuggled their way into parties of
women and children as if seeking human
protection.
Even those darn noisy Mexican roost-
ers are still for once" was Morrison's
comment. 81 suppose they know lot
more about the symptoms Of a quake
than we do. Hey. Archer?'
"They seem to he sure there's more
10 come" murmured Archer.
I wondered If he spoke so shortly
because he was very I'll or because, he,
too. was oppressed with dread of what
was coming Probably my expression
betrayed my anxiety, for Archer tmmedI-
ately made an effort to be gay.
1--WE should worry" he remarked. eve
have our luck with u.s." He saluted me
gravely. Mrs Lorimer's presence will
save this bunch from disaster. But think,
Mr.. Lorimer, II Mrs. Bob hadn't inter
fered Jordan Spence and I, at this very
moment, would be quietly dtssolvtnS
on 4 bed of quick-limew Then as If ne
suddenly realized what an unfortunate
picture he had conjured> up, he ex-
claimed, IL beg your pardon, Mrs.
Lorimer!"
Don't ask pardon Be as horrid rs
you like" I said with a cheerfulness !
was far from feeling at makes me the
more glad to have saved you, you know"
i maze some LuELueE SHY ItludTht out
! hardly knew what l was saying. II
only Gene Archer had not reminded me
Of the ultimate fate Of prisoners in the
hacienda If only l could make that OBJ
stinate crew OF men turn around and 20
back for Bob and Chrys and Spence
But 1t was no use wishing that. I
might as well wish that the big black
birds would not follow our car. They
were vultures, Archer said, ugly birds Of
evil reputation. l might as well wish
that the dogs IN the wretched adobe
villages through which we tore would
bark at US in their usual troublesome
but normal habit They paid no atten-
ton to us at all and It was most I'M
canny. I might as we'll wish that the
sun would shine, though | knew we were
in for a gray day-our first in Mexico.
Our chauffeur was fairly eating up
the road to the coast In our swiftly
moving car, It would be difficult to de-
tect the minor warnings of an earth
quake. More than once our car swerved
but never could one tell whether we had
hit a high sPOt or whether the crust OF
the earth was swelling beneath us-ris
ing and falling with the long slow mo-
ton Of the sea in midsummer.
/ sat with my back to the chauffeur