the future and the best manner of meeting it before it arrived.
"I think," said Billy, "that I'll duck across the border. I won't never
be safe in little old U. S., an' with things hoppin' in Mexico the way
they have been for the last few years I orter be able to lose myself
"Now you're all right, ol' top. You don't have to duck nothin' for you
ain't did nothin'. I don't know what you're runnin' away from; but I
know it ain't nothin' the police is worryin' about--I can tell that by
the way you act--so I guess we'll split here. You'd be a boob to cross
if you don't have to, fer if Villa don't get you the Carranzistas will,
unless the Zapatistas nab you first.
"Comin' or goin' some greasy-mugged highbinder's bound to croak you if
you cross, from what little I've heard since we landed in El Paso.
"We'll feed up together tonight, fer the last time. Then I'll pull my
freight." He was silent for a while, and then: "I hate to do it, bo, fer
you're the whitest guy I ever struck," which was a great deal for Billy
Byrne of Grand Avenue to say.
Bridge finished rolling a brown paper cigarette before he spoke.
"Your words are pure and unadulterated wisdom, my friend," he said. "The
chances are scarcely even that two gringo hoboes would last the week
out afoot and broke in Viva Mexico; but it has been many years since I
followed the dictates of wisdom. Therefore I am going with you."
Billy grinned. He could not conceal his pleasure.
"You're past twenty-one," he said, "an' dry behind the ears. Let's go
an' eat. There is still some of that twenty-five left."
Together they entered a saloon which Bridge remembered as permitting
a very large consumption of free lunch upon the purchase of a single
schooner of beer.
There were round tables scattered about the floor in front of the bar,
and after purchasing their beer they carried it to one of these that
stood in a far corner of the room close to a rear door.
Here Bridge sat on guard over the foaming open sesame to food while
Billy crossed to the free lunch counter and appropriated all that a
zealous attendant would permit him to carry off.
When he returned to the table he took a chair with his back to the wall
in conformity to a habit of long standing when, as now, it had stood him
in good stead to be in a position to see the
Out of Time's Abyss By Edgar Rice Burroughs Chapter I This is the tale of Bradley after he left Fort Dinosaur upon the west coast of the great lake that is in the center of the island.Page 4
He glanced up, expecting to see one of the great flying reptiles of a bygone age, his rifle ready in his hand.Page 5
"What was it, sir, do you think?" he asked.Page 6
It--means something.Page 7
"No such things.Page 14
The latter had no mind to fire if the beast minded its own affairs--they were only too glad to let it go its way if it would; but the lion was of a different mind.Page 16
Brady trembled like a leaf as he crossed himself and gave silent thanks, for there before them stood the sturdy ramparts of Dinosaur and from inside the inclosure rose a thin spiral of smoke that marked the location of the cook-house.Page 22
"It is a country far from here," answered the Englishman.Page 25
As he waited for the proprietor to return, he fell to examining the dish from which he had eaten and the pedestal upon which it rested.Page 26
He had heard of the Krolus and the Galus--reputed to be still higher in the plane of evolution--and now he had indisputable evidence of a race possessing refinements of civilization eons in advance of the spear-men.Page 31
Her skin was white as from long confinement within doors; but it was clear and fine.Page 43
He could see nothing of his surroundings and felt nothing but the smooth, worn sides and rungs of the ladder down which he felt his way cautiously lest a broken rung or a misstep should hurl him downward.Page 46
To and fro flew Wieroos, going to and from the temple.Page 48
What he saw was a large room, dimly lighted, and about the side rows of wooden vessels stacked one upon another.Page 53
I have never seen such a one.Page 57
The creature raised its sword ready to strike at the first indication of treachery, and Bradley stooped beneath the blade and put his ear close to the gruesome face.Page 60
Stooping he lifted a corner of them.Page 65
"Now!" whispered Bradley; and the girl grasped the rope and slid over the edge of the roof into the darkness below.Page 75
The latter nodded.Page 81
He moved quickly to the girl's side and grasped her wrist.