The Boy Chums in the Florida Jungle: or, Charlie West and Walter Hazard with the Seminole IndiansEly, Wilmer M. (Wilmer Mateo)
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The Boy Chums in the Florida Jungle: or, Charlie West and Walter Hazard with the Seminole Indians
Ely, Wilmer M. (Wilmer Mateo)
Seminole Indians -- Juvenile fiction
In a few minutes Walter was back with the wondering Spaniards. Relief
began to replace the look of fright on their faces as Charley silently
pointed out to them the red stained bag and, untying it from the stake,
undid the string closing its mouth and shook out on the ground a mass
of water-soaked red powder. He picked up three of the packages he
had collected and gave one to each of the Spaniards. "Read," he said
shortly. The Spaniards burst out laughing as they grasped the cause of
the thing that had so frightened them.
"Our enemies want to stop us from building this road," Charley said
in Spanish. "They are fools. They think by firing off their guns in
the air at night, starting fires in the grass, and coloring water red
with dyes, that they can frighten away the brave, noble sons of Spain.
Surely they are fools."
"They are fools," agreed Bossie, now completely recovered from his
fright. "They might frighten children, but Spaniards never. No other
race is as brave and fearless as the sons of Spain."
CHAPTER XXVII.
BURNING OUT THE JUNGLE.
WHEN the boys left the machine to return to camp the men were in the
highest of spirits and the ground men were joking Bossie about his red
face.
"I really believe that dye business is going to work out to our
advantage," Charley remarked to his chum. "Those Spaniards will not be
so likely to get frightened next time at a little thing they do not
understand."
"I hope you're right," Walter said, "but, if these night attacks keep
up much longer, I believe all the men will quit, and I shall not blame
them if they do. One cannot expect men to work hard and then have
targets made of them every night, all for $2.00 a day."
"No," Charley agreed, "but we have got to hold them as long as we can.
I am in hopes that Mr. Bruce will come to our rescue in some way. If
he does not and this sort of thing continues, we are bound to go under
sooner or later. We will simply be unable to keep men on the job."
"How do we stand now?" Walter asked.
"I haven't figured it out exactly," his chum replied, "but we are not
much ahead of the game, for our expenses so far have been enormous.
After this month's wages have been paid the men we will have but little
left. Of course, we have got the part of the reward for the convicts
coming and the money from the sale of the rings, but we have got
neither of those yet and we cannot tell when we will get them. We are
well equipped for three months ahead now, plenty of food, a new pair of
mules on the way, and new parts for the machine. We will be under but
little expense for several months to come. We are making good money on
the digging, and if we could continue it in peace, we would have a good
lump sum coming to us at the end of the job. But if this interference
keeps up, the machine will be laid up and we will be broke--that's all."
"But there's the money for what we have already done," suggested Walter
hopefully.
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