I got fired as second assistant to
the private secretary to the scrubwoman, 'cause she got pinched,
so I came on down here to help Uncle Sam keep the border quiet."
"They won't let you drum," interrupted Fatty. "You're too short."
"I don't want to drum," was the indignant reply. "I want to get
over into Mexico an' live in the mountains. Say, if you boys have
any mazuma, just pass it out. I'm hungry enough to eat the Statue
of Liberty in the harbor."
"I'm hungry, too," said Frank Shaw.
"I knew it," observed Jimmie. "Come on. Let's go out and eat."
"Wait," said Frank, "there's something doing here. Fremont's got
to get out of this room right away and I'll go with him. There is
a window we can climb out of. When we get out I'll plant Fremont
somewhere and circle back here with some provisions for you. Understand?"
"Me for the hike out of the window, too," said Jimmie. "I see myself
waitin' here for you to come back with grub after you get your share.
You'll come back--not."
"Sure I'll come back," replied Frank. "Besides, some one's got to
stay here. You for the bed, Jimmie," he added, with a sudden smile
on his face, brought out, doubtless, by the arrival of a brilliant
idea, "you for the bed, and if the cops come here you're the boy
that has the room --see?" And there ain't no other boy that you
know of. That will keep them guessing. They'll think they've been
following the wrong kid, and we'll all get across the Rio Grande
before they wake up.
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