The Pony Rider Boys in New Mexico - Or, the End of the Silver Trail by Frank Gee Patchin
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"Fetch him some water," directed Professor Zepplin.
"No, no, no, seƱor," protested Juan, gesticulating protestingly. "What do you want?" "Guess he wants something stronger than water," suggested Ned. "Si, si, si," agreed the guide, showing his white teeth in an approving grin. "You won't get anything stronger than that in this outfit, unless you cook yourself some coffee," muttered Tad. "That's what's the matter with him," decided Chunky, who had been observing the sick man keenly. "Guess we drew a prize when we got Juan," announced Walter. "Give him some medicine, anyway," urged Ned. "He is sick-- let him take the dose." "Let him have the worst you've got in your case, Professor," added Tad, with a laugh. A grim smile played about the corners of Professor Zepplin's mouth as he ran his fingers over the bottles in his medicine case. Finally, selecting one that seemed to fit the particular ailment of his patient, he directed Chunky to fetch a spoon. |
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