The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great CanalBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Panama Canal (Panama) -- Juvenile fiction
"It sounded right, I grant," he said between the puffs of smoke; "but
there was a fly in the ointment. The igniter is kept under lock and key.
The place is guarded. These canny Americans know that those shots mean
danger, and they don't run risks. If I tried the game, the chances are I
should be disturbed or taken in the act of trying. So I wiped it out; I
started in to think out another plan, something noisy, something that
would draw all officials to the spot, away from the place where the
money is lying. And at last I fixed it. One of you men will change
places with a hand at Pedro Miguel, where they're building in their
foundations for one of the big locks at the end of the Culebra cutting.
You'll work with the rest till the whistles go at sundown, and then,
when the coast is clear, you'll sneak back to the workings. I'll give
you the rest of the plan later on; but you'll be the one to create a
most almighty ruction, you'll be the one to draw off every official, and
while they're busy we others'll get to work at the money. It'll be eight
o'clock before we can meet at this farm, and an hour later will take us
into the bush. Next morning we'll be right away in the swamps, with
friends about us, while the police will be following the old fellow, who
will put to sea the previous evening."
They sat in silence for a while, Jaime regarding each one of his band in
turn, scrutinizing their faces closely, as if seeking for something in
particular. Then he fastened upon one of them, and stretched across to
grip his hand.
"Juan is a brave man," he said impressively; "he will take the post of
which I have spoken. To him falls the honour of creating such a trouble
that those who go for the dollars may be able to take them easily. It is
a post worth the having."
The rascal greedily accepted it He was one of Jaime's old hands, and had
complete confidence in his chief. Moreover, he had now helped him in so
many risky operations that fear did not enter into his calculations.
Why should it, indeed, seeing that all others would be in ignorance? The
plot was being hatched in secrecy. None would know that anything was to
happen until the moment arrived. The hard-working officials of the canal
would be unable to recover from their astonishment before he and his
friends were gone. Juan drank deeply from the cup before him, and
replenished the vessel from a stone jar standing on the table.
"It is settled; whatever the plan, it is accomplished," he said with the
greatest assurance.
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