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
"Watch that spot," he ordered curtly. "I saw something moving, but the
distance is too great for me. What do you see?"
Eagerly he awaited the answer, but it was more than a minute before the
negro ventured to open his mouth. He plucked Jim by the sleeve and drew
him backward, sliding through the briers himself as if he were a snake.
"Dat extry lucky," he suddenly whispered, when they had withdrawn from
the skyline, and as if he were afraid someone beyond would overhear him.
"Dat special fortunate, I tell yo. Fo' down dere on dat patch am de mens
we follow. Yo see de little game, eh? Not see um? Den I gib yo dere
reason. Dem scum now well away from de canal, and ride hard all de
while. Dey say to demselbes: 'Stop little bit here, let de hosses hab a
rest while watch de hill. If police follow, den sure to come by de way
of de tracks we leab. Good! We see um come ober de hill. If dey come, we
mount and push along; if not, take him easy, ride 'way on a little, and
den sleep."
"Then we will take good care not to show ourselves; but advance we
must," cried Jim. "See here, Sam, find a way over for us where we can
pass without anyone being able to see us. If necessary I'll push on with
a small party afoot and leave the horses to come later; but I'd rather
take the whole lot on their mounts, because then we shall be able to get
nearer to those ruffians. Look around and choose a likely spot."
He crept back to the party, while the negro stole off along the ridge,
keeping well away from the skyline. In ten minutes he was back with
them, his face shining under the sun, a hopeful smile on his lips.
"Come 'long, and lead de hosses," he whispered. "Sam make along de side
ob de hill and find a place where we can slip to de bottom; but not
ride. Ground very rough and full ob stones and holes."
They followed him in silence, each man leading his own horse, while the
huge Tom led also the beast which carried their blankets and ammunition.
And a very business-like party they looked as they filed away amongst
the bushes; for each one carried a rifle slung across his shoulders, the
muzzle sticking up well above his head, while a pouch attached to the
belt about his waist was filled with cartridges. Khaki clothing was
chiefly worn, for since the British introduced the colour many nations
have adopted it for their uniforms. Water bottles were slung to the
belts, and every member of the band was provided with a revolver.
"Best take 'em," said the Major, just before the expedition started. "I
grant that a rifle is useful most anywhere; but there are times when it
is apt to get into the way, and in case such a time should turn up you'd
better carry shooters."
"Halt! Not come too fast," said Sam suddenly, when he and Jim had
arrived at a rocky crevice which broke its way into the side of the
hill. "Plenty hole-and-corner 'way in here, and mind yo go very careful.
Yo Chinaboy, don't yo smile as if yo was clever'n anyone; yo hab a bad
fall if yo not extry cautious."
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