Frank Merriwell's Son; Or, A Chip Off the Old Block

by Burt L. Standish

  CHAPTER XX.

  OLD FRIENDS EN ROUTE.

  "_Si, senyorita_," laughed the stranger, "Jose Murillo."

  "Where deed you come from?"

  "The train on wheech I travel from the West eet join this train back atthe junction."

  Teresa's eyes were flashing. She rose and confronted the young Mexican.

  "Senyor Murillo," she said, in Spanish, "you have annoyed Juanita enough.You have no right to follow her. You have threatened her. You havefrightened her. If you are the gentleman you profess to be, you willleave her alone."

  He showed his white teeth in a smile.

  "I am a man with a purpose," he retorted, in the same language. "I loveSenyorita Garcia! Her father promised that she should be my wife!"

  "Her father is dead," said Teresa, "and that promise no longer bindsher. In Mexico you sought to force her into a marriage. We are not inMexico now. We are in the United States. It's different here. My husbandis close at hand. If you do not leave us, I'll call him. He will protectus from you."

  "Pardon, senyorita," said Carker, also speaking in Spanish. "Permit me tooffer my protection. I will see that this man gives neither you norSenyorita Garcia further annoyance."

  He rose and placed himself squarely before Murillo.

  The Mexican glared fiercely at Greg.

  "Gringo dog!" he sneered. "Who are you that offers your protection tothese ladies?"

  "I am their friend, senyor, and the friend of Mrs. Gallup's husband.It'll be a good thing for you if you move along and move at once."

  Murillo laughed.

  "You miserable gringo!" he exclaimed. "Do you think you can frighten me?Do you think you can drive me away with words? I have followed that girla very long distance. She belongs to me by the promise of her father.She cannot run away from me! I will have her!"

  "Look here, Senyor Murillo," retorted Greg quietly, "if you don't movealong, I'll throw you out of that window!"

  The Mexican fell back, and his hand was thrust into his bosom.

  "Touch me, and you'll regret it!" he hissed, keeping his black eyesfastened on Carker.

  "Is it a knife or a pistol you have in your hand?" questioned Gregquietly. "I know you've reached for one or the other. All the same I'llmake good by throwing you out of the window if you don't pass on!"

  Teresa grasped Carker's arm and whispered in his ear:

  "Wait! Here come the boyees!"

  Ephraim and Barney were returning from the smoking compartment. Themoment they saw Murillo they hurried forward, realizing that somethingunpleasant was taking place. Gallup uttered a cry of exasperation as herecognized the Mexican.

  "Look here, Barney," he exclaimed, "here's old Wan! Consarn his pate,he's followed Juanita!"

  "Begorra, we'll have to soak the persistint gint in the neck!" burstfrom the young Irishman.

  Murillo backed away a bit, and his hand came forth from his bosom. Itgrasped a small shining revolver.

  "Touch me, you gringo curs, and I'll keel you!" he threatened.

  A stalky, broad-shouldered young man, wearing a broad-brimmed Stetsonhat, came down the aisle behind the Mexican. There was a certain breezy,Western air about this broad-hatted stranger. He gave one sharp look atMurillo, and a moment later he had the threatening Mexican in a grip ofiron. One of the stranger's hands shot over Murillo's shoulder andgrasped the revolver, turning the muzzle toward the roof of the car.

  "A popgun like that is a whole lot dangerous for fools to play with,"observed this person who had interrupted. "You ought to be turned oversome one's knee and spanked a-plenty. That's whatever!"

  "Great Juniper!" squawked Ephraim Gallup, flourishing his arms with awild gesture of delight. "It's Buck--it's old Buck, by gum!"

  "Hooroo, Badger, me bhoy!" laughed Barney. "Wherever did yez come fromso suddint, Oi dunno?"

  "In truth, it is my old college mate from Kansas!" breathed Carker.

  Badger had twisted the pistol out of Murillo's fingers, with one handwhile he easily held the Mexican helpless with the other hand. Badgerwas a big man. He stood six feet tall, and every inch of him was put upfor strength and endurance. He was a fine-looking man, too, bronzed andweather-beaten, as if he had seen much outdoor life, yet having acertain atmosphere of ease and refinement about him which proclaimed himno ordinary cow-puncher or laborer. There was command andself-confidence in every glance of his eyes, in every movement of hisperson. In spite of his youth, a critical, discerning stranger wouldhave pronounced him a man of much experience who feared nothing made offlesh and blood.

  Murillo snarled at the Kansan in Spanish:

  "_Santissima! Caramba! Caraj----_"

  Like a flash Badger snapped the revolver out through the open window,and his hand closed on the throat of the furious Mexican, cutting thevile word short.

  "Here, you low-mouthed spawn of sin," grated the big Westerner, "thereare ladies present! If you use that word before them, I'll shut off yourwind a-plenty and let it stay shut! You hear me murmur!"

  Murillo made one last furious struggle, but it was quite ineffectual,and he finally subsided, lying limp in the grasp of the big man.

  "Who is this greaser coyote?" asked Badger, as he relaxed his hold onthe man's throat, allowing him to catch a painful breath. "Whatever washe doing a-pulling a popgun that fashion?"

  "Oh, he ees the veree bad man, senyor!" exclaimed Teresa. "He annoy mydear friend, Juanita! He follow her all the way from Mexico! He threatenher eef she do not marry heem!"

  Badger took a look at Juanita, and something like a gleam of admirationcame into his big brown eyes.

  "Juanita, you sure have my sympathy a-plenty," he observed. "You don'twant to marry him?"

  "Oh, no, no, senyor!" replied the frightened girl.

  "Well, then I opine I'll drop him out of the window. That may jar himsome."

  A second later Murillo, kicking and gasping, clawing at the air, hadbeen lifted like an infant by Badger, who seemed on the point of hurlinghim headlong through the open window.

  "Santa Maria! Mercee!" begged the frightened wretch. "Spare me, senyor!Spare me, good senyor! Eef you throw me through the window, eet will keelme!"

  "And that wouldn't be any great loss to the world, I judge," said theman from Kansas.

  But now Juanita interfered.

  "Oh, please do not throw heem from the train, senyor!" she implored."Even eef I do despise heem, I should not weesh to see heem keeled."

  Badger chuckled.

  "Well, on condition that the gent will promise a whole lot that he'llquit bothering you, I'll let him off and won't throw him out of thewindow. Speak up, you whining, chattering gopher! Make the promiseinstanter, or out you go!"

  "Oh, I promeese, senyor--I swear!" came from the frightened Mexican.

  "Swear by all your saints," commanded Badger.

  "By all the saints, I swear!" gasped Murillo.

  "If I let you go now, you'll keep away from the senyorita in future?You'll never trouble her again?"

  Murillo choked, but his fear caused him to take the oath.

  Badger dropped the wretch in an upright position, turned him down theaisle, gave him a start, and said:

  "Don't look back! Keep on going just as far as you can go on this train!Get into the rear car, and if you show your cowardly mug around hereagain, I'll kick you clean up through the top of your hat! You hear mypromise, I opine."

  Murillo heard it, and he kept on going until he had vanished from thecar.

  Barney Mulloy fairly quivered with laughter.

  "Be heavins, Badger," he chuckled, "ye know how to handle a shnake! It'sa relation to St. Pathrick ye are, and he drove all the shnakes out avOireland. Hereafther you're St. Buck, begobs!"

  "St. Buck is a heap good," laughed the Westerner, as he shook hands withhis old friends, removed his broad-brimmed Stetson, and made a sweepingbow to the girls. "Mrs. Badger has a right jolly way of calling me angelsometimes, but, on my word, I can't discover even a pimple of a winganywhere about me. Bu
t, say, people, however is it I find you all heretogether? Wherever are you bound for?"

  "Bloomfield," answered Barney and Ephraim, in chorus.

  "We're taking Carker along with us," explained Gallup. "We're all goingto see old Frank at Bloomfield, by jinks!"

  "Well, that's right fine," nodded Buck. "I'm bound for Bloomfieldmyself. Mrs. Badger and a friend are in the next car. Say, Winnie willbe a heap surprised to see you boys. I'll lead her in. No, I have abetter idea than that. We'll all hit the trail for the other car anddescend on her in a bunch. There are plenty of empty seats in there, andwe can have a right jolly old time."

  In his breezy, commanding way he gathered them all up and led them intothe next car, which had been attached to the train at the junctionrecently left.

  Mrs. Badger--the Winnie Lee of the old days at Yale--was dozing in herchair when Buck came down upon her and awoke her by grasping hershoulder and giving her a shake.

  "Waugh!" cried he. "Part the curtains of your peepers, Winnie, andobserve this bunch of Injuns."

  Mrs. Badger's companion was a slender young woman in a brown travelingsuit. She was rather pretty in a supercilious way, but she showedquestionable taste in a display of jewels while traveling.

  "Oh, Buck, how you startled me, you great bear!" exclaimed Winnie. "Whatis it? Who is it?"

  "Take a survey," directed the Kansan, with a sweep of his hand. "Here isour friend Gallup from Vermont, and that Frenchman, Mulloy, who was bornsomewhere in the north of Ireland."

  "Oh, Ephraim Gallup! Oh, Barney Mulloy!" cried Winnie, in delight, asshe sprang to her feet and grasped the hand of each.

  "And you don't want to overlook Professor Gregory Carker, whoseearthquake predictions must have been unheeded by the people of Frisco.Here he is, Winnie."

  "Greg Carker!" burst from Winnie, as she shook hands with the youngsocialist. "Why, Greg, you're as handsome as a poet! You remind me ofpictures of Lord Byron."

  "Begobs, Ephie," whispered Mulloy, "we'll have to hold him and cut hishair! It's his hair that the ladies are shtuck on. No mon who predictsearthquakes has a roight to wear such ravishing hair."

  At the mention of Carker's name Winnie Badger's companion had startedand was now sitting bolt upright, staring at Greg and smiling.

  Ephraim proudly introduced his wife and Juanita to Winnie.

  While this was taking place Carker observed Winnie's friend. In a momenthis face turned paler than usual, his eyelids started wide apart, and helifted one hand with a movement of surprise and consternation. Shelooked straight into his eyes and continued to smile.

  The others noted this. There was a hush, and all eyes were turned on thetwo.

  Finally Carker's lips parted.

  "Madge!" he breathed. And then after a moment, during which his bosomheaved, he repeated: "Madge!"

  "Why, how do you do, Greg!" she laughed, extending her hand. "This isperfectly delightful! This is a most unexpected pleasure! I neverdreamed of seeing you, Greg!"

  "Why, this is queer!" exclaimed Winnie Lee. "So you know my friend, Mrs.Morton, do you, Gregory?"

  "I know her," came huskily, from Carker's lips. "I know her very well."

  "Oh, yes," gushed the young woman, "we are old friends--dear oldfriends."

  Juanita had fallen back behind the others. Her hands quivered a bit, andher white teeth were sunk into her lower lip. In a whisper she breathedto herself:

  "This is the woman!"