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
Tom nearly exploded with anxiety for his young master and indignation at
Sam's words. He stifled his groans with difficulty, and, so as to hold
himself in as it were, and keep control over his feelings, he dug his
fingers deep into the ground, and tugged heavily. Meanwhile Jim had not
been idle. With an eye always on the horses, and the figure strolling
round them, he stepped briskly across from the gully, his back bent
double, his figure close to the ground. It seemed an age before he
reached the blanketed figure which he believed to be Sadie, though as a
matter of fact only a few seconds had passed. He was in the act of
stretching out his hand to touch her when Ching suddenly arrested the
movement.
"No, no, no," he whispered urgently. "Not missie; look at de boot."
Jim did so, and the sight staggered him. He went pale for the instant;
for the boot was large, and bore a spur at the heel. It obviously
belonged to one of the miscreants, and distance had deceived him as to
the size of this figure. Hurriedly he looked at the others. One turned,
the one nearest to him, rolled over on its side, and then suddenly sat
up. The blanket fell back from the head and shoulders, and then, to his
delight, there was Sadie, her long hair streaming about her shoulders.
"Sadie, Sadie," he whispered ever so gently, and to his surprise,
instead of showing astonishment, his sister merely smiled at him, shook
off the remainder of the blanket and stood up. "Come," whispered Jim.
"Come with me."
He beckoned to her, and, stepping swiftly across to where she stood,
took her by the arm. Within a minute he was hurrying her into the gully
which had allowed him and the Chinaman to approach so close to the group
without danger of being seen.
[Illustration: THE RESCUE OF SADIE]
"Jim, I knew you'd come," whispered Sadie bravely, clinging to her
brother as if he alone stood between her and the miscreants who had
taken her from Gatun. "Ever since that horrid Spaniard came to Mr.
Phineas's quarters and forced me to accompany him, I guessed that you
would follow and rescue me. But, oh----"
She was beginning to sob, now that the greatest part of the danger
seemed to have passed. Her voice trembled; but Jim silenced her firmly
and kindly.
"Hush!" he said. "Not a sound, lest they hear us. Guess we've friends
close at hand, and in a little while we shall be with them. Stop here a
moment; we must wait for Ching."
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