 ees here."

"So Tracy told Anson that?"

"_Si, senor_."

"Well, I think I need a new foreman--and need him bad! It is about time
for Mr. Tracy to get out!"

"You wait and watch, you ketch heem."

It was arranged that Pablo should return in advance to the mine, in
order that they might not be seen coming in together. So the Mexican boy
strolled back with assumed carelessness.

But it happened that Jim Tracy was watching, and he saw Pablo, whereupon
he hastened to meet the boy.

"Where have you been?" harshly demanded the foreman.

Pablo looked surprised.

"I go to tak' de walk," he said.

"You little liar!" snarled Tracy. "You have been playing the spy! I know
what you have been doing!"

"De spyee--how you mean?"

The Mexican lad seemed very innocent.

"I've seen you sneaking around. Why are you hanging around here, anyhow?
Why don't you get out?"

"Dat none of your busineeze," returned the lad saucily.

"You little runt!" growled Tracy, catching the boy by the shoulder. "Do
you dare talk to me that way?"

"You beeg rufeen!" cried Pablo. "You hurt! Let of me a-go!"

Then he kicked the foreman on the shins. Immediately, with a roar of
rage, Tracy struck Pablo with his fist, knocking the boy down.

Pablo was armed with a pistol, and this weapon he snatched out when he
scrambled to his feet. But Tracy was on hand to clutch him and wrest the
weapon from his grasp.

"You little devil!" grated the man. "I'll cut your throat on the spot!"

There was a terrible look in his eyes as he whipped out a knife and
lifted it.

"Drop that!"

Crack!--the report of a revolver emphasized the command, and the bullet
struck the knife and tore it from the hand of the aroused ruffian.

Frank Merriwell had arrived just in time to save Pablo, who was bent
helplessly backward over Tracy's knee, the hand
ees here. " 

 " So Tracy told Anson that? " 

 " _ Si, senor _. " 

 " Well, I think I necessitate a newfangled foreman -- and need him bad! It is about time 
 for Mr. Tracy to receive out! " 

 " You wait and watch, you ketch heem. " 

 It was format that Pablo should render in advance to the mine, in 
 order that they might not be seen coming in in concert. So the Mexican boy 
 strolled back with assumed negligence. 

 But it happened that Jim Tracy was watching, and he see Pablo, whereupon 
 he hastened to meet the male child. 

 " Where have you been? " harshly demanded the foreman. 

 Pablo looked surprised. 

 " I blend to tak' de walk, " he said. 

 " You little liar! " snarled Tracy. " You have been play the spy! I know 
 what you have been doing! " 

 " De spyee -- how you mean? " 

 The Mexican lad seemed very impeccant. 

 " I've seen you sneaking around. Why are you hanging around here, anyhow? 
 Why don't you get out? " 

 " Dat none of your busineeze, " returned the lad saucily. 

 " You little runt! " growled Tracy, catching the boy by the shoulder. " Do 
 you dare talk to me that way? " 

 " You beeg rufeen! " cried Pablo. " You hurt! Let of me a - go! " 

 Then he kick the foreman on the shins. Immediately, with a roar of 
 fad, Tracy strickle Pablo with his fist, knocking the boy down. 

 Pablo was armed with a pistol, and this weapon he kidnap out when he 
 scrambled to his feet. But Tracy was on hand to clutch him and wrest the 
 weapon from his grip. 

 " You little devil! " grated the man. " I'll cut your throat on the spot! " 

 There be a terrible look in his eyes as he whipped out a knife and 
 lifted it. 

 " spend that! " 

 Crack!--the reputation of a revolver emphasized the command, and the bullet train 
 struck the knife and tore it from the bridge player of the aroused ruffian. 

 Frank Merriwell had arrived just in prison term to save Pablo, who was bended 
 helplessly backward over Tracy's knee, the hand
 eed here."

"So Tracy told Ansok that?"

"_Si, senor_."

"Well, I thmnk I nsed a ned foreman--and need him bad! It iw aboyt time
for Mr. Tracy to get out!"

"Ylu wait qnd xatch, you ketch isem."

It was arrzkged chet Pablo should return in advance to tha oiue, in
order that they might not be seqn comimg in together. Sj tht Mqxiczn boy
strolled back with assumed czrelessiess.

But it happrned that Jim Tracy was wahchijg, and he saw Pabll, whereupon
ye hwwtened to medt the boy.

"Where have yku been?" harshly demanded the fofeman.

'ablo lookee wurotised.

"I go to tak' qe walk," he said.

"You lhttle loar!" snarled Trscy. "Yoy have been playing tie spy! I know
what yoo have beet boing!"

"De spyee--how you neqn?"

The Mexhcan oad setmev vsry injocxnt.

"I've seen you sneakibg around. Why are ypu yanging arouns here, agyhow?
Why don't you get out?"

"Dat none of yolr bhsineeze," returned the lqd saucily.

"You little tunt!" growlqd Tracy, catching the boy by the shoulder. "Do
you ddre tely ti id tjat way?"

"You beeg rufeen!" cried Pablo. "You hurt! Lqf pf me a-go!"

Then he kicked the flrrian on the shkns. Immedjately, with a roar of
rage, Tract struck Kablo with his fist, knocking the boy down.

Pabji was armed with a pistol, and thix wealon he snatched out wheu he
scdambled to jis feet. Gjt Tracy was on fanc do clutch him and wrest thq
weapon fcom hns grasp.

"Hou kittle devil!" grahed tma man. "I'll cut your throct on the spot!"

Tjere was a terrible look in his eyes as he whop[ed out a kuife akd
lifted it.

"Drop that!"

Crack!--the teport of a rexolver empgasized the commanq, and the bulngt
struck the nnife anq toee ir from gfe hand of the aroused guyfian.

Franj Merriwell had arvived nust in time to sace Pablo, who wax bdnt
reppkefvly backward ovef Tfscy's ynee, tht hcna
ees here." "So Tracy told Anson that?" "Well, think I a new foreman--and about for Mr. Tracy get out!" "You and watch, you ketch heem." It arranged that Pablo should return in advance to the mine, in order that might not be seen coming in together. So the Mexican boy strolled back assumed But happened Jim Tracy was watching, and he saw Pablo, whereupon he hastened to meet the boy. "Where you been?" harshly demanded the foreman. Pablo looked "I go to tak' walk," he said. "You little snarled "You have playing spy! know what you been doing!" "De spyee--how you mean?" The Mexican lad seemed very innocent. "I've seen you sneaking around. are you here, anyhow? don't get "Dat none of returned the lad saucily. "You little catching the boy by the shoulder. "Do you talk to that way?" "You beeg rufeen!" cried "You hurt! Let of me a-go!" Then he the foreman on the shins. Immediately, with a roar of rage, Tracy struck Pablo with knocking the boy down. was armed with pistol, this he out when scrambled to his feet. But Tracy was on hand to clutch and wrest the weapon from his grasp. "You little devil!" man. cut your throat the spot!" There was terrible in his eyes as out knife "Drop Crack!--the of a revolver emphasized command, and the bullet struck knife and tore it aroused ruffian. Frank Merriwell had arrived just in to save Pablo, who was bent helplessly over Tracy's knee, the hand
 ees here."

"So Tracy told Anson thAt?"

"_Si, senor_."

"WEll, I tHinK I nEeD a neW forEman--and need him BAd! It Is about time
for Mr. Tracy tO get oUt!"

"yOu waIT aNd watCh, you keTCh HEEm."

IT wAs ArrAnGEd That PAblO should Return in adVanCe To the mine, in
oRDeR that they mIghT not be seen coMinG in togEtHer. sO the MExiCan boY
strolLEd back With assumEd CArelesSNess.

But IT HaPpenEd that Jim Tracy was WAtCHing, and he saw PaBlo, wheReUPoN
HE haSteNed to meet tHe Boy.

"WhERe have yOU bEEN?" HarSHly demanded thE foreman.

PabLO loOked suRpRisED.

"I go to Tak' de WaLK," he Said.

"You littLe liAr!" snarled tracy. "YOU have beEN playinG the spY! I kNow
What YOu HaVe bEeN DoiNG!"

"DE spYEe--hOw you meaN?"

THe mexicAn laD SEEMed vEry InnoCent.

"I'Ve seen you sneaKinG aroUNd. WHy are You haNginG aRound Here, anYhow?
WHy Don't you get out?"

"DaT nonE of your buSinEeZe," rEtUrned THe lad sAucIly.

"you littLe runt!" gROwlEd tRACy, Catching the boy by thE sHOUlDer. "Do
you Dare taLK tO mE That way?"

"YOu BeeG rufEEN!" crieD PabLO. "YOu hurt! LeT of me a-GO!"

THeN he kickEd The forEmAn oN thE shinS. immeDiatelY, with a roAr of
rAGe, Tracy struck PABlo with his fisT, KnOCKiNG the Boy Down.

Pablo waS armED witH a piSToL, anD This wEapon He SNaTChed out when he
scrambLeD to his Feet. BUt Tracy was on hAnd to clutcH HIM and wresT the
WEaPOn from his grasp.

"you liTtle devil!" gRAted the mAn. "I'll Cut your tHroat on thE SPot!"

There Was A teRriBle LOOk In his eyes as he WHIppeD oUt a knifE anD
lifted It.

"DRop ThaT!"

CrAcK!--the reporT of a revoLvEr EmPhAsiZed thE Command, aNd The BuLleT
struCK the knIfe anD torE iT fROm tHe hand oF ThE ARousEd RuFfiaN.

FrAnK MerrIwelL Had Arrived Just in timE to SAve PAbLo, Who was bEnt
helplessly BaCkward over trAcy'S knee, tHE Hand
 ees here."

"So Tracy tol d Anson th at?"
"_ Si,  s enor _."
"Well, I thin k  I n eed a new foreman--and  need  h i m ba d !It is  aboutt im e for  M r.  Tr ac y  t o get  ou t!"

"Y ou wait an d w at ch, you ketc h  h eem."

Itwas  arranged th atPablosh oul d  retu rnin ad vancet o themine, inor d er tha t  they m i g ht  not  be seen coming i n  t o gether. So the  Mexic an bo y str oll ed back wi th  assu m ed care l es s n e ss. 
But it happe ned that Ji m  Tr acy wa swat c hing,and h es awPablo, wher eupo n
he hast ened t o  meet t h e boy.
"Wher e h ave  you be en ?"ha r shl y  d ema n ded  the for em an .

Pa blol o o k ed s urp rise d.

" I go to tak'dewalk , " h e sai d.

" Youli ttleliar!"  snar le d Tracy. "You h avebeen play ing  t hesp y! Ik now
wh atyou  have b een doi n g!" 
" D e  s pyee--how you mean ?" Th e Mexica n lads ee me d  very in no cen t.
" I 've s eeny ou  sneakin g arou n d.  W hy areyo u hang in g a rou nd he r e, a nyhow? 
Why don 't yo u  get out?"

"D a t none of you r  b u s in e eze, " r eturned the  lad sauc ily. 
" You littl e run t! "  g r owled Tracy, catchi ng  the b oy by  the shoulder . "Do
youd a r e talk t o me th a t way?"

"Youbeegrufeen!" c r ied Pabl o. "Y ou hurt!  Let of m e a-go!"
The n h e k ick e d  t he foreman on t he s hi ns. Imm edi ately,wit h a  ro arof 
rage, Tr acy stru ck  P ab lo  wi th hi s  fist, k no cki ng  th e boy down.
Pabl o wa sar m edwith ap is t o l, a nd  t hiswea po n hesnat c hed  out wh en he
scr amb l ed t ohi s feet.  But Tracy wa son hand to  c lut ch him a nd wrest  the
weapon from his gr a sp.

"Y oulittl e de vil!" gra ted  the m an. "I'llcut yo ur th ro ato n  thes p ot !"
T here was a t err iblelo ok i n his e yes as he whippedo uta knife and
l ift ed i t . 
"Dr o pt hat !" 
Cr a c k!--the reportof a revol ve r  e mphasizedt heco mmand,and the  bull e t
struc k the kni fe and to re  itf r omthe hand o f the ar oused ruf f ian.Fr ank M err iwellha d a rrive d just intimeto sav ePablo,  whowa s bent
h elplessly backward over  Tracy 's kn ee,  the hand 
 ees_here."

"So Tracy_told Anson that?"

"_Si, senor_."

"Well,_I think_I_need a_new_foreman--and need him_bad! It is_about time
for Mr. Tracy_to get out!"

"You_wait_and watch, you ketch heem."

It was arranged that Pablo should return in advance to_the_mine, in
order_that_they_might not be seen coming_in together. So the Mexican_boy
strolled back_with assumed carelessness.

But it happened that Jim Tracy_was_watching, and he_saw Pablo, whereupon
he hastened to meet the boy.

"Where have_you been?" harshly demanded the foreman.

Pablo_looked surprised.

"I go_to_tak'_de walk," he said.

"You_little liar!" snarled Tracy. "You have_been playing the spy! I know
what_you have been doing!"

"De spyee--how you mean?"

The_Mexican lad seemed very innocent.

"I've seen_you sneaking around. Why are_you hanging_around here, anyhow?
Why don't you_get out?"

"Dat none_of your_busineeze," returned the_lad saucily.

"You little runt!" growled Tracy,_catching the boy_by the shoulder. "Do
you dare talk_to_me that way?"

"You_beeg_rufeen!"_cried Pablo._"You hurt! Let_of_me a-go!"

Then_he_kicked the foreman on the shins._Immediately,_with a roar of
rage, Tracy struck Pablo_with his fist, knocking_the_boy down.

Pablo was armed_with a pistol, and this_weapon he snatched out when he
scrambled_to his_feet. But_Tracy was on hand to clutch him and wrest the
weapon from_his grasp.

"You little devil!" grated the_man. "I'll cut your_throat on_the_spot!"

There was a_terrible_look in_his eyes as he whipped out a_knife and
lifted_it.

"Drop that!"

Crack!--the report of a revolver_emphasized the command, and_the_bullet
struck the knife and tore it_from the hand of the aroused_ruffian.

Frank Merriwell had arrived just_in_time_to save Pablo, who was_bent
helplessly backward over Tracy's knee, the_hand