George Sea Otter possessed
himself of the fallen cholo's rifle, while Bryce picked the wretch up
and carried him to his automobile.
"Take the swine over to the Laguna Grande Lumber Company's hospital
and tell them to patch him up," he ordered George Sea Otter. "I'll
keep both rifles and the ammunition here for Jules Rondeau and his
woods-gang. They'll probably be dropping in on us about two a.m., if
I know anything about Colonel Pennington's way of doing things."
CHAPTER XXXI
Having dispatched the Black Minorca to hold up the work until the
arrival of reinforcements, Colonel Pennington fairly burned the
streets en route to his home. He realized that there would be no more
sleep for him that night, and he was desirous of getting into a heavy
ulster before venturing forth again into the night air.
The violent slam with which he closed the front door after him
brought Shirley, in dressing-gown and slippers, to the staircase.
"Uncle Seth!" she called.
"Here!" he replied from the hall below.
"What's the matter?"
"There's the devil to pay," he answered. "That fellow Cardigan is
back of the N.C.O., after all, and he and Ogilvy have a gang of fifty
men down at the intersection of Water and B streets, cutting in a
jump-crossing of our line.
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