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MYSTERY ACROSS THE BORDER


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The Barbara Ann Series

By Ruth Grosby

The Stolen Blueprints

The Mystery at Mountain View

Mystery Across the Border

The Clue in the Camera


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MYSTERY ACROSSTHE BORDER

BY

RUTH GROSBY

Illustrated by

Paul Laune

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS : : NEW YORK


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Copyright, 1941 by

GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC.

All Rights Reserved

Printed in the United States of America


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CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I.APLEASANT SURPRISE 1

II. SECRETS 13

III.ANACCIDENT 27

IV.ACROSS THE BORDER 40

V. IN THE TROPICS 51

VI.ASTRANGE STORY 71

VII. LOST IN THE LAND OF THEANCIENTS 89

VIII.AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE LAW 108

IX.AN UNEXPECTED MEETING 118

X.VANISHED! 139

XI. TRAPPED IN A TOMB 155

XII.AQUARREL 176

XIII. THE IDOL 185

XIV. THE PHOTOGRAPH 199

XV. SUSPICION! 211

XVI. FOOTPRINTS IN THE PATIO 234

XVII. REUNION! 251


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MYSTERY ACROSSTHE BORDER

CHAPTER I

A PLEASANT SURPRISEWhee! Finished at last! Isnt that a grand and

glorious feeling? Our last final exam! exclaimedthe plump, round-faced girl, and she joyouslythrew her notebook into the air.

You had better not be too careless with that

notebook, Jane,

said a dark-haired girl at herside. If you didnt do any better than I in thatchemistry exam you may be needing it next year.A worried frown crossed her pretty face as sheadded, I certainly hope I passed. I know I had atleast three of those formulas wrong.

Oh, Bev, you probably passed with flying

colors, said Alice Murdock.

You worried aboutchemistry last semester, too, and you finished

with an average of eighty. She paused and turnedto a small, brown-haired girl. But whats thematter with you, Babs? You havent said a word


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for the last ten minutes, and that isnt like you.Youre certainly not worried about passing, areyou?

Barbara Ann Wilson slowly shook her head.No, I think I passed all right, although I didnt doany too brilliantly.

Well, then, what is worrying you? askedBeverly.

Nothing is exactly worrying me, replied theyoung girl. Its just that I am thinking this isreally the end of our days at Butler High.

What of it? asked Jane Richards, anexpression of disgust on her usually good-naturedface. Barbara Ann Wilson, at times you are agreat trial to me. Havent you been lookingforward to graduation for the last four years? Andnow, when the great day is almost here, you lookas if you had lost your best friend.

A smile broke over Barbaras face as shereplied, I suppose I am foolish, Jane. But we didhave some good times at school here.

I think I know what you mean, remarked

Beverly Wentworth, linking her arm in that of herchum. We are going to miss the old school, eventhough there were times when we felt it was avery unpleasant placeespecially when studyingGeometry III, for instance.


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What makes you think we wont have just asmuch fun at college? inquired the irrepressibleJane. If what I heard is true, thats where youreally have a good time.

It all depends upon your reason for going tocollegeto learn something or to play. I, for one,expect to really study, primly retorted theserious-eyed Alice.

Of course, there is a happy medium, saidBarbara Ann. Even though we shall have to workhard we should manage to enjoy ourselves, too.But Ill never forget some of the fun we have hadright here.

Talking about fun, arent you girls lookingforward to the Senior Dance Friday night?

I certainly am, promptly replied Jane,especially since Jerry asked me to go. We alwayshave a good time together. Did Mort ask you to go,Alice? The young girl nodded and Jane addedmischievously, And, of course, its a greatmystery as to what gentlemen are going to escortyou B. W.s.

You never can tell,

quickly retorted Beverly.We might turn up with two handsome moviestars, but it just happens we wanted Jimmy andBob to be our escorts.

How very strange!commented Jane.


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It was only courteous that we should invitethem to our party,quickly added Barbara, sincethey have invited us to several of their collegeaffairs. And, talking about college, those two boyscan tell you that the freshman year at Midwesternis far from easy.

Oh, dont be a kill-joy, Babs! exclaimed Janein exasperation. Here I am rejoicing that mywork at high school is finished, and you startreminding me how much harder college will be.Anyway, we have a whole long summer in whichto do nothing but enjoy ourselves. How aboutstopping in at the drugstore for a hot fudgesundae just to celebrate?

* * * *Dad is rather late tonight, commented

Barbara Ann, glancing at the clock. Its almostsix-thirty, and he is usually home at six.

Yes, I know, agreed her mother, a worriedexpression on her pleasant face. I do hopenothing has happened.Mrs. Wilson put down herdarning basket and walked over to the window. As

she peered anxiously down the street, herdaughter gently chided her.Now, Mother, there you go worrying again

without any reason. You know Dad was probablydetained at the office. Hell probably be here any


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minute now. Come on and sit down, Mother.Looking out of the window wont bring him anyquicker.

Mrs. Wilson reluctantly picked up the sockwhich she had been darning. It isnt that Imworried that anything has happened, she said,but if he isnt here soon the chops will be cold.You know how upset Annie gets when her dinneris spoiled.

Barbara Ann made no comment. She assumed amore comfortable position on the divan where shewas lying, and began reading the comic sheet. Thesound of a key turning in the latch broke thesilence of the room. Both the woman and theyoung girl arose instantly and hurried toward thedoor.

What is this? cried the tall, distinguished-looking man as he entered. A receptioncommittee to welcome me? I am indeed honored.Id rather have this particular committee, though,than any other I know, he said as, stooping, hekissed first his wife and then his daughter.

Daddy, you

re late,

reproached Barbara Ann.And, of course, Mother was beginning to imagineall sorts of terrible things that might havehappened to you.

Was she, Skeezix? Thats too bad. I should


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have phoned that I would be a little late, but Ireally didnt notice the time. Anyway, Mother,youre never happy unless you have something toworry about, declared Mr. Wilson, affectionatelypatting his wifes hand.

Now, that isnt true,Ellen Wilson indignantlyreplied. I dont enjoy worrying, but if the dinneris cold I can tell you the expression on Annie s facewill give you something to worry about! So washup quickly, dear, and well eat right away.

When the little family was seated at the tableMrs. Wilson asked, What detained you at theoffice, dear? Anything important come up?

Well, rather, agreed her husband, smilingslightly. But its a long story, Mother, and I amreally starved, so lets wait until we finish eating.

It must be something nice, said Barbara,scrutinizing her fathers face, because Dads eyesare twinkling like they always do when he isespecially pleased.

Mr. Wilson laughed. I just cant hide anythingfrom you, young lady. Mother, we have a regular

Sherlock Holmes for a daughter. Well, whetherthe news is good or bad you and Mother mustjudge, because it concerns you as much as it doesme.

In spite of the torrent of questions this


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statement brought forth from the femininemembers of his family, Mr. Wilson refused to sayanother word about the matter until dinner wasfinished. Settling himself comfortably in a largeeasy chair, Mr. Wilson lit a cigar and began topuff contentedly. Babs, how does it happen youare not studying? Dont you have any homeworkto do this evening?

Oh, you know I took my last final today, Dad.Thats right. I should have remembered that,

commented her father, imperturbably. And howwell do you think you did?

Oh, I believe I passed everything all right,impatiently answered Barbara Ann. But wewont know our grades until Friday. Theyll beposted then. Dad, youre just trying to teaseMother and me. You know we are anxious to hearyour news.

Well, I suppose I had better not keep you twocurious women in suspense any longer. Hepaused a moment, then startled his listeners withthe question, How would you like to go to Mexico

this summer?

Mexico!simultaneously exclaimed mother anddaughter.

Mr. Wilson laughed heartily at the expressionson their faces. Yes, Mexico, he repeated. You


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know, the country just across the Texas border, incase you have forgotten your early lessons ingeography.

Oh, Daddy! Now youre trying to be funny. Ofcourse Mother and I know where Mexico is. Whatwe dont know is what suddenly made you think oftaking a trip there.

Mexico must be hundreds of miles from here.With all the lovely vacation spots comparativelynear by, George, why did you decide uponMexico?

Youre right about Mexico being a gooddistance away, Motherapproximately twothousand miles from here to Mexico City. Butyoure wrong about my having decided upon thatcountry for our vacation jaunt. Nothing at all hasbeen decided. It all depends on you and Babs.

You mean, eagerly inquired Barbara Ann,that if Mother and I want to go to Mexico it is allsettled?

Thats right,replied Mr. Wilson.Barbara threw her arms about her mother and

hugged her enthusiastically.

Do you hear that,Moms? Were really going to Mexico, the land offlowers, lovely seoritas, and bandits.

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strands of hair which had been disarranged by herdaughters violent embrace. Goodness, Babs, youalmost pulled me apart in your impetuousness. Infact, between you and Dad with his surprises, Ihavent as yet caught my breath.She sank downupon the divan and smiled affectionately at herfamily.

But, Mother, surely you do want to go?inquired Barbara Ann, with a slight note ofanxiety creeping into her voice. From all I haveread and heard, Mexico must be fascinatingsomysterious and romantic. And think howeducational travel is!

It sounds as if our daughter has been readingthe travel folders, Mother,remarked Mr. Wilson.But, my dear, how does the idea itself appeal toyou?

Oh, George, I dont know. Its all so sudden! Ofcourse we would probably find Mexico veryinteresting, but then Ive heard a great many talesof the dreadful food which they serve and theimpure water down there, and between that and

their lack of sanitation, we would probably comeback home with either ptomaine poisoning ortyphoid fever!

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Trust Mother to find something to worryabout. But, seriously, if you should talk to any ofthe thousands of tourists who visit Mexico everyyear, you would have a very different picture.They are always so filled with enthusiasm thatthey cant wait to go back again. Anyhow, welltake typhoid shots before we leave, and boil all ofour water while there, so you really needn tworry.

You see, Mother, triumphantly exclaimedBarbara Ann, all your objections are overruled.Now, have you made up your mind to go?

But when did you plan to go, and how longwould we be away? And wouldnt it be veryexpensive, dear?Mrs. Wilson still did not appearreconciled to the idea of a trip to Mexico.

Answering your questions chronologically, Ishould say we would leave about the last week inJuly and would stay either three weeks or amonth, depending on how well we shall beenjoying ourselves. As for the expense, it probablywould not be as costly as you think. You know, the

rate of exchange is very favorable right now, andour American dollar is worth about four times asmuch in Mexico. That means we can live fairlyreasonably down there. Besides, our expenses willbe partially paid.


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What do you mean, Dad?asked Barbara.Just this. I never have had an opportunity to

explain to you ladies just what prompted thiswhole Mexican idea, since you have kept me toobusy answering all your other questions.However, this is the story:

A few days ago a man for whom we have doneseveral building jobs came into our office. Hewants us to put up an office building for him buthas some very definite ideas as to its style ofarchitecture. In fact, he wants the building to bealmost identical with one which was recentlyconstructed in Mexico City, and which he sawwhile vacationing there this winter. He is quitewealthy, and does not object to putting a largesum of money into a building, provided that theresults are exactly as he has specified. It was hisown suggestion that I make a trip to Mexico Citysimply to make a study of that one building, andhe offered to pay all my expenses.

Whew! exclaimed Barbara Ann. Isnt thatperfectly wonderful, Mother?

That is good news, George!

said Mrs. Wilson,smiling happily at her husband. That meansanother big job for your firm. But I am notsurprised. Anyone with any judgment knows thatWilson, Radcliffe and Company are the finest


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architectural engineers in the city.Dont you think you might be a trifle

prejudiced, my dear? asked Mr. Wilson who,nevertheless, appeared well pleased with hiswifes praise. But to get back to my story, hecontinued, when Fredericks suggested my goingto Mexico City it occurred to me that I mightcombine business with pleasure and take myfamily alongat my own expense of course.Besides, Mother, we have a young lady in ourmidst who will soon be a graduate, and I thoughta trip to Mexico might make a very nicegraduation gift.

Oh, Dad, it would be a wonderful gift, theyoung girl cried delightedly, and she proceeded tobestow one of her vigorously affectionate hugsupon her father.

Well, since you put it that way, I dont seewhat further objections I can raise. I certainlydont want to interfere with Barbara Annsgraduation present. Besides, with both of youarguing against me, what chance would I have,

anyway?

Then, with an expression resemblingthat of a mischievous child, she added, Anyway,Ive wanted to go all along. I just wanted to becoaxed!


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CHAPTER II

SECRETS

Oh, dear! That certainly takes the wind out ofmy sails. Here I thought I was going to tell yousome wonderful news, and you already know allabout our trip. Barbara Ann Wilson turned acrestfallen face toward her chum, BeverlyWentworth, who promptly laughed quiteunsympathetically.

Dont look so woebegone, Babs, she said. Itwasnt my fault that your father told mine allabout your plans to drive to Mexico this summer.

Isnt that just like a man? They talk aboutwomen not being able to keep a secret, and hereDad goes around telling everyone about our tripalmost before we ourselves have made up our

minds to go. Now I don

t have the fun ofsurprising you. Barbara Ann disconsolatelyreached for another cookie.

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They had been discussing the forthcoming promand all the exciting activities associated withgraduation. Their conversation had beeninterspersed by generous forays on the plate offreshly-baked cookies which Caroline, theWentworths good-natured cook, had thoughtfullyproduced. A short while ago they had returnedfrom a visit to their school where, breathlessly,they had stood before the bulletin board perusingthe list of those who were to graduate.

Both girls had heaved great sighs of relief whenthey found their names on the list, and the namesof all their friends. Smiling happily, the two girlshad sauntered leisurely home.

Barbara, like a child saving the best piece ofCandy to the last, had nobly restrained her desireto tell Beverly the great news. Finally when shecould refrain no longer, she was greatly chagrinedat her chums calm reception of the Wilsonfamilys good fortune, and was definitely annoyedby Beverlys remark, I knew all about that lastnight. However, her disappointment was soon

forgotten and she chatted gaily of the wonderfultrip they were planning.Just imagine, Bev, well probably drive about

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driving well do around Mexico City itself. Thatsquite a bit of ground to cover in less than amonth.

It certainly is. But wont your father get verytired driving all that distance himself? It doesntseem to me that hell have much of a vacation.Certainly it wont be a rest for him.

No, it wont be a rest, but he wont have to doall the driving by any means.

What do you mean? Your mother doesnt drive,does she?

No, Mother doesnt. But there is anothermember of the party whom you have forgotten,Miss Wentworth. Did it ever occur to you that Imight do some of the driving?

You! Why, you dont know the first thing aboutdriving a car!ejaculated Beverly.

Thats where you are entirely wrong. I havehad two driving lessons, and I can already startthe car without jerkingwell, she added,without jerking very much, anyway.

But I didnt know you were even planning to

learn how to drive!

exclaimed Bev, her browneyes wide in astonishment.A long time ago Dad promised he would teach

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start our trip Ill be a good enough driver to takethe wheel when he gets tired.

Did he really say that?As her friend nodded,Beverly slowly shook her dark head. Now thatchanges the complexion of things entirely. Illhave in make up my mind all over again.

What in the world are you talking about?inquired Barbara Ann. What does my learning todrive have to do with you?

Quite a bit, darling, since I must decidewhether I shall trust my tender young life in yournone too steady hands.

Such conceit!retorted Barbara Ann. I haventasked you to go driving with me, and whats more,after your disparaging remarks I doubt that I evershall.

No, you havent invited mebut your adorablefather has!

My father?At the look of utter bewilderment on Barbaras

face, Beverly could contain herself no longer.Between gales of laughter, which left her weak

and gasping for breath, Beverly managed toinform Barbara that she had been invited to joinher family on their journey to Mexico.

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about your planssuggested that the trip wouldmake a nice graduation gift for me. He thought itwould be educational for both of us. Said youwould enjoy it more if I were along.

Gradually Barbara grasped the full significanceof what her friend was attempting to say. BevBev! she cried. You mean you are really goingalong with us? Oh, that just makes everythingperfect!

The two young girls threw their arms abouteach other and began dancing about the room.

Suddenly Barbara Ann stood still and began toreprimand her companion with mock severity.But you, young lady, should certainly bethoroughly chastised for keeping such a secretfrom me for a whole day. Imagine your havingknown you were going along ever since last nightand not saying a word to me until just now! AndMother and Dad, too, not saying a word aboutinviting you to come along. Its a conspiracy, thatswhat it isbut a mighty nice one.

I think my tongue must have several blisters

on it where I bit it to keep from telling youeverything the first minute I saw you today. But itwas really too funny to see your face when youthought you were going to surprise me with yournews. Now, whos the surprised one?And Beverly


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was off once more in a fresh paroxysm of laughterin which Barbara joined her.

Well, anyway, said Barbara when she wasable to speak, maybe Ill surprise one person. Idont think Bob Allen has heard of our trip as yet.At least, when I spoke to him over the phone lastnight and told him I had some news to tell him, hedidnt seem to have any idea what it was about.Incidentally, he told me he had somethingsurprising to tell me, too, and we agreed toexchange our secrets next Friday night at theprom. Thats just a week from today. I can hardlywait!

I dont imagine hell like your surprise verymuch,remarked Beverly. Probably the idea thatyoull be two thousand miles away from him won tbe very much to his liking. Besides, they say someof those Mexicans are really handsome Romeos.

I dont see what difference that should make toHob. Hell probably manage to survive my absencevery well indeed. Anyway, hell have his time welloccupied keeping Jimmy from missing you too

much. I wouldn

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d havequite an enjoyable time feeling sorry for eachother.

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Dot capable of great suffering as we women are.At the sound of a clock striking Barbara jumped

hurriedly to her feet. Six oclock!she exclaimed.I had no idea it was that late, and I promised tobe home early. Ill have to run.

* * * *A penny for your thoughts,said the tall, good-

looking lad to the small girl at his side.For several minutes Barbara Ann Wilson had

been sitting quietly, her head tilted back restingagainst the trunk of a tree. It was a beautifulJune nightquite the most perfect night possiblefor a Senior Prom. In fact, the whole day had goneoff smoothly and with dignity. The SeniorBanquet with its many toasts and reading of theclass prophecy had been fun and now, as a fittingclimax to the day, the Senior Prom.

The scene which Barbara Ann and Bob had justleft had been a gay and colorful one. The schoolgymnasium had been converted into an exquisitefairyland by festoons of colored lanterns and aprofusion of flowers and greenery. The Committee

on Decorations had shown wisdom in its selectionof the daughter of the citys leading florist for therole of chairman.

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jostling one another along the crowded floor. Theywere dancing to the strains of the best four-pieceswing band availablethat is, available for thetwenty dollars which was left in the class treasurywhen all their expenses had been paid. The girlswere lovely in their dainty long white dresses and,together with their partners handsomely garbedin dark blue trousers and white coats, presentedan unforgettable picture.

It was warm and noisy in the gymnasium, andso Barbara Ann and Bob welcomed the cool breezewhich fanned their hot cheeks as they stoleoutside. Finding an empty bench beneath athickly-branched oak tree, the young people hadseated themselves and were enjoying thecontrasting peace and quiet of the silent night.

A penny for my thoughts? Theyre worth muchmore, Bob, but Ill tell them to you, anyway. I wasjust thinking that there is something sad abouthigh school graduations. Not only are you sayinggood-by to the school where you have worked andplayed for four years, but also to many of your

classmates. Some of the boys and girls I haveknown well I shall probably never see again.Barbara Ann paused for a moment, then added atrifle self-consciously, Youll probably think mevery silly when I tell you that there is something


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else which makes me feel rather depressed.What is that, Babs?Simply that graduating seems like saying

farewell to childhood. Knowing that I shall begoing to College next September makes me feelvery grown-up indeed.

Bob smiled, but his eyes were sympathetic. Ithink I know how you feel, Babs, since I had someof the same thoughts last year when I graduated.About feeling grown-up, though, just wait untilyou ionic to Midwestern as a freshman. The upperclassmen will take any such idea out of your headin a hurry. In fact, Ill be greatly surprised if, forthe first few weeks, you dont feel more like akindergartner than a college girl. You aredefinitely going to Midwestern, arent you, Babs?There was an eager note in his voice which theyoung girl did not miss.

Im not quite certain as yet. We have to discussthat matter more thoroughly at home. By the way,though, wasnt it wonderful that Alice Murdockwon the scholarship to Midwestern? She certainly

deserved it, for she worked very hard. I doubt verymuch that she would have been able to affordcollege otherwise.

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That was an accident. Either that, or the restof the class was awfully dumb. All I can say isthat it was a good thing I took only a year ofchemistry because I never could have bluffed theinstructor any longer. I still dont have thefaintest idea what that subject is all about.

Cheer up. You wont have to take it at collegeunless you want to. But why are we talking aboutchemistry when you have some important newsfor me? Remember, you promised to tell metonight?

Barbara Ann nodded, and forgetting her formerrather pensive mood, sat up, eager and excited.But you have something to tell me, too, Bob. Youtell me first.

No,said the boy, shaking his head stubbornly.You know the ruleladies first.

All right, you meanie,said Babs, Ill not keepyou in suspense any longer. Bob, we re going toMexico!

Mexico!exclaimed the boy.Yes. Barbara Ann was delighted at the

dramatic effect of her statement.But,stammered Bob, Who is we? And whenare you going, and why?

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than anyone I know. By weI meant Mother, Dad,Beverly, and myself. As for whenthe last weekin July. Why? Combination of business on Dadspart and pleasure on ours. Oh, Bob, Im so excitedat the thought of the trip. Don t you think it willbe fun?

Fun? Thats putting it mildly. I think its great,Babs, and Im certainly happy that you are going.

Barbara looked at the young man. She had toadmit that she was a trifle surprised at hisreception of her news. Naturally, she thought hewould be happy at her good fortune, but she didthink he might be a little displeased that hewouldnt see her for a whole month. However,scrutinizing Bobs face, Barbara Ann couldntdetect the slightest shadow of regretonly anexpression of genuine pleasure. She withdrew herhand which the boy in his excitement had seizedand had been clasping tightly. Then she spoke,and her voice was slightly cold. Im glad you likedmy surprise so much. Now may I have yours?

You certainly may! Bob laughed heartily. I

don

t think you really wanted me to like the ideaof your going to Mexico. Perhaps I shouldnt haveliked it one little bit, excepting for my surprise.Babs, be prepared for the worst! Im going toMexico, too!


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For a moment the young girl was speechless.She was even guilty of sitting with her mouthwide open. Finally, regaining her power of speech,she bombarded her companion with questions.

Bob interrupted, laughing. Did you saysomething about my asking questions? At least Ikept still long enough for you to answer them.

Barbara pretended to ignore the rebuke butnevertheless ceased talking.

Now then, said Bob, our Mexican venturewas decided upon two weeks ago. Jim Henderson,Jerry Drake, Mort Turner, and I are going to drivedown to Mexico City in my car. We plan to leaveon the fifteenth of July, just a week before you,and shall be gone as long as our money holds out.We expect to rough it quite a bitcamp out mostof the time and do our own cooking to saveexpenses. Since American money goes pretty farin Mexico, were hoping to be able to see a greatdeal of the country without spending too much.

Bob, how perfectly wonderful! said BarbaraAnn, her eyes shining. Then well see you down

there.

Of course. You just try to avoid us! In fact, Iwouldnt be a bit surprised if the Misses Wilsonand Wentworth would have four handsome escortsto protect them from those Mexican desperadoes


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throughout their stay.Wont Beverly be excited when she hears the

news? Maybe Jimmy has already told her.He probably has, and dont think it will make

him angry to think hell be seeing a good deal ofBeverly!

This trip just seems better and better everyminute. I would like to give Dad a big kiss thisminute for making it possible for me to go.

You might use me as a substitute!Barbara blushed and mumbled, Silly!Speaking of being grateful to your father,Bob

continued in a more serious tone, I certainly oweplenty to my Dad. You know, I had planned to getanother job this summer to help take care of myexpenses at college. So far I have managed to paymy own tuition from the money I saved doing oddjobs while at high school and working lastsummer at Mountain View. This year Ive beenlucky enough to get a part-time job at Midwesternhelping one of the professors with some researchhe is doing. That will pay something, and I still

have some left to put toward this year

s tuition.When Dad heard that the fellows wanted to plan atrip this summer he insisted that I go. He saidMother and he both thought a vacation would dome good, and that I was to use the money I


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planned to put toward the tuition for the trip.What is more, he wants to pay my expenses atcollege next yearsays he can afford it nowbecause your Dad gave him a raise.

Bob, thats great! Dad didnt mention that, butI know he and Mr. Radcliffe both think yourfather their most valuable man.

Of course, Im not going to let Dad really payfor my education. There are too many other gooduses Mother and he have for the money. But Illlet him loan it to me, and Ill pay it back as soonas possible. I expect to get some work for themonth before we leave. How about it, Babs? Doyou think you will be able to stand having mearound in Mexico?

Barbaras eyes twinkled mischievously as shereplied, If I can stand having you around here, Isuppose Ill be able to tolerate you in a strangeland. Besides, Bob, somehow you always seem tocome in handy.


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CHAPTER III

AN ACCIDENT

I like Texas much better than Oklahoma,commented Beverly as she gazed out of thewindow of the rapidly moving car.

Why, Beverly? asked Mrs. Wilson, trying tofind a more comfortable position for her crampedfeet.

Dont take me too seriously. Im just madbecause I still have a few bruises from that lastdetour in Oklahoma. Beverly rubbed her elbowruefully.

What Bev really means, called Barbara fromthe front seat, is that the gas station attendantsare better looking and more polite. Did you eversee so many tall men as there are in Texas? Why,

Dad, you are a regular half-pint beside some ofthem, and I always thought you were very tall.Mr. Wilson took one hand off the wheel long

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or the gas station attendants as closely as you twoyoungsters, but I do know when it comes to heatTexas cant be beaten. I dont know which ishotterthe engine or myself. What do you say weall pull up at the next gas station and give bothourselves and the car a drink?

This suggestion was accepted with enthusiasm.The party had been Mexico bound for two and ahalf days. Mrs. Wilson, who was not very fond oftouring, said that it felt as if they had beendriving for two and a half years. Even the twoyoung girls were beginning to feel somewhat tiredand bedraggled after the long days of speedingover hot, dusty roads. Their culottes, so fresh andpretty when they had started, were now rumpledand limp. The bandanas which they had tiedaround their hair to protect it from the wind andsun were now perspiration-soaked. Their bodiesached from the ordeal of sitting for hours incramped positions, and their eyes smarted. Yet,the spirits of the two girls were undaunted andtheir enthusiasm was still undiminished. They

were determined to enjoy every minute of thejourney, and refused to permit any of thediscomforts of touring to interfere with theirpleasure. Their gaiety and good spirits wereinfectious and Mrs. Wilson, extremely


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uncomfortable though she was, made fewcomplaints.

They climbed out stiffly from the car which Mr.Wilson had steered beside a gasoline pump. Asthey stood in the welcome shade of the attractivegreen and white oil station, they slowly sippedCoca-Colas. Having given the car all the attentionit required, the friendly attendant, a husky, blondyoung man, sauntered leisurely over to the littlegroup. He began conversing with them in apleasant, drawling voice. Barbara and Beverlyasked him several questions just to hear him talk.

Having observed the name of their home town,placed above the license plate, the young manremarked, Seems to me I remember filling up thetank of a car from your city just about a week ago.Some young fellows, I think, were driving it.

Were there four of them? quickly askedBeverly. And was one of them a little shorterthan you, and did he have dark wavy hair?

The young fellow smiled ingratiatingly. Well,now, I dont know that I can rightly remember

what those fellows looked like, but I

m prettycertain there were four of them. They had to lettheir motor cool, so we had quite a little chat.They said they were bound for Mexico.

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Dad, did you hear that? Bob and Jim and theothers stopped at this very gas station!

My, my, what a coincidence,calmly remarkedMr. Wilson. But I wouldnt be in the least amazedto learn that those friends of yours had stopped atseveral of the same stations all along the way,since they are following the same route.

Nevertheless, stated Barbara Ann, quiteunabashed, it seems queer to have someone sofar from home talking to us about them. I supposethat by now they are in Mexico Cityunless, ofcourse, they had some trouble along the way, ordecided to stop over at some place of interest.

Yes, and just think, Babs, tomorrow morningwell be crossing the border. Im excited at thethought of actually crossing the Rio Grande andsetting foot on Mexican soil.

Well have to get an early start tomorrowmorning, since well lose quite a lot of time at theborder. I understand it takes a while getting yourmoney changed to Mexican currency, and goingthrough all the red tape with the customs

officials.

Oh, dear, sighed Mrs. Wilson, do you thinkthe inspectors will unpack our suitcases in front ofeveryone? I knew I should have sewn the torn laceon that gown before we left.


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Everyone, even the polite young Texan, laughedat this remark. He hastened to relieve thewomans mind. I doubt very much that they willeven unpack your bags. Theyll probably just askyou a few questions. The Mexican inspection is notvery rigid. When you come back youll find theAmerican customs officials much more thorough.

At any rate, we had better leave bright andearly tomorrow, and had better try to reach ourstopping place as soon as possible tonight so thatwe can turn in early. How is the road from here toAustin?

Like all the roads in Texas, sirmighty fine.Mr. Wilson turned to his daughter. Chicken,

how would you like to drive for a while and giveyour Dad a chance to rest?

Daddy, do you mean it? Will you really let medrive?

Of course. Why do you think I have beenteaching you to drive this summer? Although Iwouldnt want you to drive alone in heavy trafficas yet, I certainly see no reason why you cant

drive along the highway.

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granted me in which to drink from the cup of life.Beverly, I could cheerfully wring your neck!

exclaimed Barbara. Ill show you I know how tohandle a car. Come on, everyone!

Once more the four people climbed into the car.After a friendly farewell to the blond Adonis, towhich he replied with characteristic Texashospitality, Hurry back!they were on their way.Barbara Ann didnt succeed in starting quite assmoothly as she would have liked, especially whenshe heard Beverlys derisive giggle. However, afterdriving a few miles the wheel began to feel morenatural in her hands, and she permitted herself torelax a bit.

I was wondering how long you were going to situp stiff as a poker, Skeezix, said her father,smiling. Thats rather hard on your back, anddoesnt help your driving at all. But that is whatall new drivers do, so I didnt say anything.

I was just a little bit frightened at first,confessed Barbara, but I wouldnt want Beverlyto know that for the world.

Her father chuckled.

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driving, but as the afternoon wore on his remarksbecame less frequent. Glancing out of the corner ofher eye, the girl could see her father s headnodding. Silence from the rear of the car told herthat its two occupants were also dozing. Theycant be exactly terrified by my driving or theywouldnt fall asleep, thought Barbara with agreat deal of satisfaction.

What happened next was all the fault of aninnocent little calfor at least that is whatBarbara Ann claimed afterward, though none ofthe other occupants were wide awake enough toverify her story Babs had listened to both herfathers and Bobs admonitions on how to avoidaccidents and had even read several books oncareful driving, but nowhere had she beeninstructed as to the proper procedure to followwhen a calf suddenly decides to cross the highway,changes its mind halfway across, and simplystands there. Barbara instinctively swerved thecar to avoid hitting the animal. A moreexperienced driver probably wouldnt have

swerved quite so much. Even then all would havebeen well had not a large sedan been parked atthe roadside. There was a sickening sound ofscraping metal, a series of jolts, and a frighteningzigzagging motion before the dazed Barbara Ann


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brought the car to a stop. All the occupants werenow thoroughly awake. Mrs. Wilson, as soon asshe was able to speak, gasped, Is everyone allright?

Barbara, all color drained from her face, turnedto her father. Oh, Dad, she cried, Im afraid tolook. What did I do to that other car?

Mr. Wilson, seeing that none of his party wasinjured, had partially regained his composure.The only way to find out, Babs, is to get out andsee. You had better let me steer this car a littlefarther off the highway first, and then well goover and see what the damage is.

As Barbara Ann stood by the side of the roadwaiting for her father to park the car, she felt asthough her legs would give way beneath her. Herteeth were actually chattering, she was tremblingso much. Glancing toward the large sedan, shesaw the door open and a white-haired gentlemandescend. Although slightly stooped and walkingwith a cane, the elderly man seemed to fairly flyacross the ground as he strode toward her.

Barbara Ann needed only one glance at hisflushed face to see that he was angry. While hewas still several feet from Barbara he beganbrandishing his cane and shouting, Where is thatconfounded fool who has the nerve to drive a car?


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He ought to be locked behind barspeople arentsafe with maniacs like that driving cars!

At that moment Mr. Wilson alighted from hiscar. Seeing him, the irate man started to rushpast Barbara with an exclamation, Theres thatmenace to society now!

Barbara stepped in front of the man. In spite ofthe fact that she was trembling visibly, her voicenever faltered as she spoke. I am sorry, sir, but Iam the one you are looking for. I was driving thecar when the accident occurred, not my father.

You! You were driving that car?sputtered theman, his snapping black eyes searching the grayeyes turned directly toward him.

Yes, and I cant tell you how sorry I am that ithappened.

Barbara Ann thought she detected a slightsoftening of the belligerent expression about themans eyes. However, at his next words, utteredvery gruffly, she decided she had been wrong.

Sorry! he barked. What good would beingsorry do if you had killed someone? That is what

happens when you young scalawags think itsmart to drive a car. I ought to have you arrestedfor driving while under age.

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angry as she had ever been in her life. Her grayeyes looked almost black as she spoke, a brightspot of color on each cheek. Ill have you knowthat I have as much right to drive a car as you oranyone else. I am sixteen years old and fullypossessed of my faculties. Besides, I dont think Idid very much damage to your old car at all.Youre just a nasty-tempered man, and nogentleman, either! Id like to know what youwould have done under the circumstancesjustrun over that calf, I suppose.

What calf? asked the man, somewhat takenaback by her sudden outburst.

Barbara Ann turned around, but unfortunately,the inconsiderate calf, having done enoughdamage for one day, was now nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, however, Mr. Wilson arrivedon the scene. Now then, whats this all about?heasked, speaking calmly. Has my daughter donemuch damage to your car?

Damage to my car!exploded the man. I dontknowmy mans looking after that. Its myself Im

thinking of. Reynolds had parked the car at whatshould have been a perfectly safe distance awayfrom the highway, and we were just waiting whilethe motor cooled off a bit, when suddenly, withabsolutely no warning, this young


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whippersnapper chooses to crash into us. Its awonder we werent all killed! As it is, my nervesare about smashed. And to make matters worse,she starts blaming the whole thing on a calf,which is nowhere to be seen.

Did you expect him to stand around listeningto your tirade?angrily demanded the girl. I dontblame him for disappearing.

Why, Barbara!said Mr. Wilson. Im surprisedat you for speaking so rudely.

Barbara! said the old man, a startledexpression on his face. Is your name Barbara?As she nodded, amazed at the sudden change inthe mans demeanor, Barbara Ann was even morestartled to see his face suddenly break into asmile. Perhaps your daughter is right. No self-respecting calf should have anything to do with acranky old fool like myself. Barbara, forgive mefor losing my temper.

The young girl was almost too astonished tospeak, but she managed to nod her head andsmile rather weakly.

Extending his hand to Mr. Wilson, the manspoke rather tersely. My name is StedmanJonathan Stedman of Galveston.

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did.As they approached the beautiful car, Mr.

Stedmans chauffeur, who had been kneeling onthe ground examining the car, quickly arose.

Well, Reynolds, lets have the worst. Has thisyoung lady just about wrecked my car?

No, sir, answered the man, removing his caprespectfully. The worst she seems to have done isscratch the paint a little and dent the backfender.

Humph! said Mr. Stedman, I guess we cantlock her up for that. His eyes twinkled as hespoke. How about your car, Mr. Wilson? Is it inbad shape?

Not very badjust a cracked headlight and adented front fender. Thank goodness, no one washurt. The damage to the cars isnt serious. Ill giveyou my card, and my insurance company will takecare of your claim.

Noticing the address on the card Mr. Wilsongave him, Mr. Stedman remarked, You havecome quite a distance.

Yes, and we

re going a good deal farther.Mexico City, in fact, is our destination.Mexico Citythats where we are headed also.Well, thats a coincidence. Perhaps well meet

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Yes, said the elderly gentleman, gazing atBarbara Ann. I hope we do, my child, althoughperhaps not quite so violently.

They shook hands then, and wished each othera pleasant journey. Mr. Wilson and Barbarastarted down the road toward their car, andJonathan Stedman stood looking after them, hiseyes glued to the slight figure of the young girl.Reynolds glanced at his employer and wassurprised to hear him say very softly, Barbaraand she is just sixteen.


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CHAPTER IV

ACROSS THE BORDER

What do you think of the Rio Grande,Beverly? asked Barbara, as the two girls stoodgazing at the famous river.

I dont know exactly how to explain the way Ifeel, Beverly replied. The river itself looks likeany other rivernarrower than I had imagined.But I am still thrilled by the thought that thissmall body of water not only separates onecountry from another, but really divides twocivilizations.

I think I know what you mean. Even in thisborder town of Laredo, which seems neitherAmerican nor Mexican, you can see the mixture ofthe old and the new. Did you notice some of the

Mexican women carrying baskets on their heads?A few are wearing the native costume, and othershave on the kind of dresses you might see in anysmall town in the States.

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your Dad,suggested Beverly, glancing over in thedirection of Mr. Wilson. The latter, very red in theface, and with many gesticulations, wasattempting to explain something to one of theMexican officials.

I should think we had better, quickly agreedBarbara Ann, hurrying toward her father. Whatin the world can be the matter?

Although several of the Mexican customsofficials are able to speak the English languagefluently, the man taking charge of the Wilsonpartys baggage was not one of them. The Englishhe attempted was so badly mispronounced thatMr. Wilson thought he was speaking Spanish.Consequently, he tried to answer in Spanish. Thiswas definitely a mistake. Mr. Wilsons knowledgeof that language was extremely limited, and nowin his excitement he forgot what little he knew,and the result was an unintelligible jargon. Theobject under controversy was a small camerawhich Barbaras father had brought along.

The girl approached her father. Whats the

matter, Dad?

she inquired, slipping her armthrough his and smiling sweetly at the youngMexican.

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face. I dont know what this fellow is trying to tellme,he retorted. The best I can make out of thatgibberish he is yelling is that I cant take thiscamera into his country. What I am trying to findout is what Im supposed to do with itleave ithere, throw it away, or take it apart. As Mr.Wilson spoke, the official was shaking his head,which seemed to infuriate Barbaras father, whowas normally a calm and reasonable individual.Look! he exploded. All he can do is shake hishead. Why doesnt he explain what he wants?

If you wouldnt get excited and would listen tohim for a change, Dad, perhaps you would find outwhat he is trying to say.

Just how much longer the controversy wouldhave lasted is uncertain, but at that moment avaguely familiar voice boomed out, I do believeits little Miss Barbara Wilsonand in troubleagain, unless I miss my guess.

Barbara Ann wheeled around and lookeddirectly into the smiling eyes of Mr. Stedman.Oh, said Barbara, we are in trouble. Can you

speak Spanish, Mr. Stedman?

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Youre a lucky man, Mr. Wilson, having twosuch charming companions on your journey.

Yes,agreed Barbaras father, but I want youto meet the loveliest young lady of all, my wife.He steered the man over to the counter whereEllen Wilson had been admiring some curios.

As the little group chatted together, Mr. Wilsonremarked, They seem to know you around here,Mr. Stedman. Have you been across the borderbefore?

More times than I can remember. Im an oilman, and some of my largest wells are in Mexico.

Do you mean that you think no more of goingback and forth between Mexico and the Stateslooking after your business than Dad does goingdowntown to his office every day?asked Beverly,amazement in her dark eyes.

Perhaps that is exaggerating a wee bit, MissBeverly, said the man, smiling at the girlsexpression. After all, I have a nephew living inMexico City who is supposed to take care of myMexican interests while I devote my time to my

Texas fields. But there are occasions when thatyoung mans judgment doesnt agree with mine, soI pack my bags and am off across the border.

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the mans expression when he mentioned hisnephew. She had a peculiar feeling thatdifferences of opinion between uncle and nephewwere not at all out of the ordinary. However, shehad no time to wonder about the matter, for atthat moment Jose approached. This time theywere able to understand his broken English as heannounced that the inspection was completed andthat they were free to depart. As the party startedto take leave of their benefactor, Mr. Stedman, allassured him of the hope that they would againencounter him on their journey.

Meet again? Of course, of course, said theelderly man in his rather gruff way. You dontthink I would let these young ladies come toMexico City without helping to entertain themthere? Ill tell you what we shall do. I know Illarrive at my destination long before you.Everything will be new to you people, and you willwant to make several stops along the way. Here,Miss Barbara, is a card with my address on it.Now, as punishment for your bad drivingyes, it

was very bad, you know

he continued, asBarbara appeared about to interrupt, aspunishment, I want you to promise to call me upat that address just as soon as possible after youarrive.


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Oh, but you will be busy. You wont want to bebothered entertaining us,quickly remarked Mrs.Wilson.

You have no idea what a pleasure it would befor a lonely old man to be bothered, as you call it,in such a way. You see, I havent anyone anylonger to make a fuss over me.

There was something pathetic about the mansexpression which went straight to Ellen Wilson sheart. You have no children of your own? sheasked.

My only daughter and her husband were killedin an automobile accident fourteen years ago. Mywife died a few months later from the shock. Theyleft a little girl, butthe mans voice trailed off,and for a moment he stood lost in his memories,seeming to have completely forgotten hislisteners. With a little start, he roused himselffrom his reveries. But, here I am boring you withmy troubles when you are anxious to be on yourway. Come now, lets get started. Ill be expectingto hear from you, Miss Barbara, in a very few

days. Incidentally, young lady, I might mention toyou that the Mexican live stock is not nearly aswell behaved as our American variety. At anymoment you are liable to turn a corner and find awhole herd of cattle taking an afternoon siesta


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across the highway.I think Ill let Dad do the driving, remarked

that young lady, rather subdued.It might be advisable,Mr. Stedman said, and

without another word he hurried to his car.* * * *

The drive from the border to Monterrey was onewhich the two girls vowed they would neverforget. All along the way they were busy pointingout new objects of interest in the changinglandscape. They never tired of discoveringdifferent varieties of cacti, which they had firstobserved in the southern part of Texas.

They had stopped for Coca-Colas in the smallMexican town of Sabinas Hidalgo. As they enteredthe cantina, the Mexican word for bar, the twogirls felt their hearts beating rapidly. The fourpeople seated themselves at a small table andlooked about. Later Beverly and Barbara were torealize that this cantina was typical of all thehundreds of others to be found throughout Mexico.Then, however, they were certain they had

wandered into some bandits

hangout. They couldnot take their eyes off the group of swarthy-skinned men congregated before the bar.

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were thirsty.Yes, I am, said Barbara, slowly sipping her

drink, but those men fascinate me. They must besaying something about us, because they keeplooking this way. She clasped her purse moresecurely as she added, You dont think they areplanning to hold us up, do you?

Mr. Wilson laughed heartily. Youre lettingyour imagination run away with you, my dear.

They do look rather fierce, timidly remarkedhis wife. Do you think they could be planning arevolution?

Once more Mr. Wilson smiled. Either myfamily have been seeing too many movies lately orreading too many mystery stories. You dontbelieve any such nonsense, do you, Beverly?

The voice of the dark-haired girl trembledslightly as she replied, No, I guess not. Just thesame, I dont believe I should like to meet themalone in the dark.

Beverly, Im disappointed in you! I believe youare just as bad as the rest. Ill tell you what I

think. Those men are probably farm laborers whohave just come in from the fields to cool off andhave a drink before returning to their work.

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desperate character.Outside the cantina, a group of half-naked little

Mexican children swarmed about the Wilsons car.Some of the youngest, unable as yet to walk, werebeing carried by older brothers and sisters,themselves scarcely able to toddle. Some of thechildren had climbed upon the running board andhad pressed dirty faces against the windows,peering inside. Others were running sticky fingersover the fenders and examining the headlights.The more timid children scampered away whenthey saw the four Americans emerge from thecantina. The older and wiser among them,however, smiled broadly at the rich Americanosand held out their hands for centavos. Who couldresist such charming little beggars? Purses flewopen and copper pieces came out. Those who hadrun away forgot their bashfulness and joined theothers in the scramble for the coins.

One by one the tiny dots disappeared into thecantina in quest of Coca-Colas. Although a varietyof brightly colored fruit drinks are sold on almost

every street corner in Mexico, the native childrenalways prefer the American drink Coca-Cola toany other, possibly because it costs more and theycan seldom afford to buy it.

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CHAPTER V

IN THE TROPICS

If I werent so anxious to get to Mexico City Iwould certainly dislike leaving Monterrey. Do youthink well be able to spend more time here on theway back, Mr. Wilson?

Perhaps we shall, Beverly. There are a numberof places of interest around this city I would liketo see if we had more time.

I do hope we havent forgotten anything,saidMrs. Wilson as her husband placed the lastsuitcase in the trunk and locked the lid.

If we have I dont know where we would haveput it, anyway. Women can manage to take moreunnecessary luggage!

We didnt take anything unnecessary, George,

retorted his wife indignantly.

Naturally,traveling all this distance we needed moreclothes.

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of experience. However, there is no usegrumblingnothing to do but make the best of it.Only I warn you that if this family decides to domuch souvenir purchasing someone will have toget out and walk.

As they drove along, Barbara remarked, Justthinktomorrow well be in Mexico City.

Yes,agreed her father. That is, we will if thecar continues to behave, and we dont have anymishaps. I wonder what the great attraction is inMexico City, Skeezix?

Barbara answered quickly. Im not ashamed toadmit it will seem good to see those four boysagain. Wasnt it thoughtful of them to leave thatletter for us at our hotel?

It certainly was, agreed Mrs. Wilson. Letshear it again, Barbara.

Barbara Ann was quite willing to oblige. In fact,she almost knew the few words by heart, she hadread them so often. Buenos dias, she read, Bythe time you receive this well be in Mexico Citythat is, if Susabella is willing. (Susabella was the

name the boys had given to Bob

s car.) When youarrive, you probably wont be able to tell us fromthe natives, since we have already acquiredsombreros and serapes and are making good useof them.


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I can imagine how funny those boys look!commented Beverly.

Barbara Ann continued reading. The taste wehave had of Mexico makes us want morewerereferring to the scenery, not the food. Havingeaten in one Mexican restaurant, were glad webrought along a supply of canned goods. If youbehave yourselves we may even invite you to oneof our delicious home-cooked meals. Its funny howyou cant get used to foreign food.

There has been only one disappointment sofarthe seoritas. We havent seen any we couldfall for yet. So hurry on to Mexico City, Babs andBevyoull be a sight for sore eyes. Mr. and Mrs.Wilson will look mighty good to us, too. In fact,when you arrive at your hotel, youll probably findus camped on your doorstep. Until then,

Hasta la vista,The Four Americanos

Humph! remarked Beverly. Im glad that at

last they are beginning to appreciate us, althoughthey had to go almost two thousand miles to do it.Silence gradually descended upon the little

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was concentrated on his driving, each one gazedsteadfastly at the rapidly changing landscape. Thelarge variety of cacti, ranging from scrubby plantsto huge treelike growths, was particularlyfascinating. The girls insisted on having theirpictures taken underneath a tall maguey plant.

You certainly look like midgets standing nextto that cactus!exclaimed Mrs. Wilson.

Further along the highway the vegetationbecame more profuse and of a wilder variety. Soonit was apparent to the travelers that they werepassing through a section of jungle land. MotherNature seemed to have gone on a spree in thatparticular section. Heavy vines twined tenaciouslyabout the branches of overhanging trees. Flowersgrew in great abundance. The eyes of the girlsached from the strain of searching for the orchids,which, they had been told, grew wild in the jungle.

I dont see any orchids, complained BarbaraAnn. The heat, which had been steadilyincreasing, coupled with eye strain, had made herhead ache, and at the moment she felt very

uncomfortable and cross.Did you ever stop to think, kitten, said herfather, that perhaps you dont know what to lookfor? The uncultivated orchids of the jungle arevery different in appearance from the hot-house


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variety with which you are familiar.Right now a good, old-fashioned American

hamburger would look a great deal more beautifulto me than any orchid. Im certainly hungry,Beverly sighed as she drew the belt of her culottestighter about her waist.

That dried-up cheese sandwich and orange wehad for lunch certainly wasnt very filling,commented Mr. Wilson. A thick juicy steakwouldnt taste bad now, by any means.

Cheer up, Dad, said Mrs. Wilson. Perhapswell manage to get a decent meal inTamazunchale. Thats where we are spending thenight, isnt it?

Mr. Wilson nodded. Beverly began to laugh.What a queer name for a village. It sounds as ifthey had taken the names of two men, Thomasand Charlie, and sort of run them together.

Its an old Indian word. I believe the guidebook said it meant Where the Governess Is.

I wonder just what the story is behind thenaming of that town. It should be very

interesting,

said Barbara Ann. She rested hertired head against the seat cushion and gave herimagination full rein.

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Beverly. I dont think I would even mind a nicelittle revolution. They say this country is full ofthem.

Mr. Wilson laughed and called back over hisshoulder, How about a Mexican bandit or two,Beverly? Would that please you more?

No, I dont think so. If we ran into a revolutionwe would see wild-looking men running all aroundcarrying machetes, and soldiers with guns andmaybe cannons chasing after them. Maybe therevolutionists would be carrying torches, too, andsetting fire to the towns as they passed throughthem.

Whew! exclaimed Barbara Ann. What abloodthirsty creature you are turning into. Dad,well have to feed this girl quickly or But shenever finished the sentence. Barbaras fatherstopped the car so suddenly that she fell forward,hitting her head on the windshield. Ouch! sheexclaimed.

Mrs. Wilson, who had been dozing, wasawakened by the jolt. George! she cried,

terrified.

What

s happened? What

s the matter?

Sorry, folks, to have given you such a shakingup, but it looks as if Beverlys wish has come true.Were in for some trouble I should say!

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Standing in the middle of the road, immediatelyin front of the car, was a Mexican soldier. His armwas raised in a gesture of warning. Mr. Wilsonhad been forced to pull on the emergency brake inorder to avoid hitting him.

A soldier!gasped Beverly. Oh my! Maybe wehave run into a revolution! She turned pale atthe thought.

The soldier was short and unkempt, and hisuniform appeared much the worse for wear. Hestepped on the running board and thrust his headthrough the open window. Barbara moved closerto her father, separating herself as far as possiblefrom the man. A long, jagged cut across his cheek,still bleeding slightly, did not add to hisattractiveness.

What do you wish? asked George Wilson.Why did you stop us?

Victoria,replied the soldier.What does he mean? anxiously asked

Barbaras mother. Victoria! Victoria! repeated the man. It

was plain that he couldn

t speak a word ofEnglish.Mr. Wilson remarked, It sounds to me as if the

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S, s!impatiently answered the man.Is Victoria on our way to Tamazunchale?

asked Beverly.Yes, right on the way. But I dont understand

why he is telling us to go there. I can t figure outwhether he is arresting us for some trafficviolation, and the court is in Victoria, or whetherthere is some other reason he wants us to gothere.

Oh dear, are we being arrested? anxiouslyinquired Mrs. Wilson, an expression of horror onher face. I just know we shouldnt have come toMexico!

Now, now, Mother, dont get excited,said Mr.Wilson, as he slowly started the car. Well soonfind out what its all about, and whatever thetrouble is, I am certain it is nothing serious.

Maybe there is a revolution at Victoria, andthey are putting all cars going there undermilitary guard.Beverly wasnt quite certain thatshe was so pleased at the idea of a revolution nowthat there was a possibility of being in the midst

of one.Barbara said nothing, but she didnt take hereyes from the unpleasant looking figure swayingnonchalantly on the running board. She noticedthe large revolver in the holster at his side. She


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gasped whenever the jolting of the car caused himto bump against the door. Could the jarring of thecar cause the revolver to go off? She shuddered atthe thought.

George, you had better go a little slower,saidMrs. Wilson. That fellow perched on the runningboard might fall off. Do you think we should invitehim to ride inside the car? she asked, a worriedfrown on her face.

Dont worry about him, Mother. He can takecare of himself. We didnt tell him to ride on ourrunning board. Besides, Im driving prettycarefully.

The soldier, however, didnt seem to approve ofMr. Wilsons careful driving. He stooped down andstuck his head in the window, shouting, Apurese,Seor! He repeated this command several timesalong the way.

How much longer before we get to Victoria, Mr.Wilson?asked Beverly. This suspense is awful.

Well be there in about a half an hour, I judge.It seemed a long half-hour to the little group

before they rolled into the town of Victoria.Barbara Ann never took her eyes off the revolver,and it was only when her father brought the car toa full stop before the main building in the squarethat she heaved a sigh of relief.


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Turning toward the man on the running board,all the occupants looked at him inquiringly,awaiting instructions. The Mexican soldierjumped down. Hitching up his belt, he tipped hishat and grinned. Muchas gracias, Seor! Adios!he said and sauntered slowly away.

The little group in the car looked at each otherin amazement. Suddenly Barbaras father burstout laughing. One by one they all joined in.Finally, gasping for breath, Barbara remarked,They certainly have an original method of hitch-hiking here in Mexico. You must admit it getsresults!

* * * *The sun was setting and a welcome evening

breeze had sprung up, as the car approached theentrance of Camp Maana. The tired little groupclimbed stiffly out of the car. A barefooted Indianlad came toward them in leisurely fashion. StayCamp Maana tonight, Seor? he inquired inhalting English.

Yes,

answered Mr. Wilson.

We have wiredahead for reservations. Where is the manager?The dark-skinned boy smiled broadly,

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through a doorway.The main building of the camp was a rambling

one-story house, surrounded by several small,attractive bungalows. Great baskets of bright-colored flowers hung from ceiling hooks on theinviting front porch. Myriads of flame-coloredblossoms lined the flagstone paths radiating fromthe main building to the bungalows. What mostimpressed the young girls, however, were the twolarge banana trees which grew directly in front ofthe house. As the great palm-like branches wavedgently in the breeze, Barbara Ann thought, Thosetrees are fanning the house, trying to cool it afterthe heat of the day.Aloud she said, Now I canreally believe we are in the tropics, when we canreach out and pick bananas right off a tree.

At that moment a screen door swung open anda man came quickly toward them. Instead of theMexican they had expected to see, they weregreeted by a tall, distinguished-looking, light-complexioned man. Despite his gray hair andmustache, there was a youthful spring to the

stride of Seor Sweizer, and he carried his white-garbed figure very erectly. He extended awelcoming hand to George Wilson and introducedhimself to the little group.

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manner of speech. Although grammatically hisEnglish was flawless, it was spoken with aslightly guttural accent. Seor Sweizer must beeither German or Austrian, thought BarbaraAnn.

Suddenly the owner of Camp Maana cut shorthis conversation. Ach! he exclaimed. What athoughtless old fool I am. Here I stand talkingwhile you are all probably starving by inches!

We could eat! replied Mr. Wilson ratheremphatically. We left too early to have a regularbox lunch packed, and we were afraid to dine inthe restaurants we saw along the way.

I cant say that I blame you. But you dont haveto be afraid of what you will eat here. Wait untilyou try Mama Sweizers meat balls! Now, theres adish worth traveling two thousand miles for,andthe man sighed ecstatically. Then, with a suddenburst of energy, he called the houseboy, picked uptwo grips himself, and started toward the inn. Ashe hurried on, he called back over his shoulder,Come along. Ill show you your rooms. Then, by

the time the ladies have powdered their prettynoses, Mama will have your dinner ready. You llbe able to judge then whether I have exaggeratedabout those meat balls.


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* * * *Did you ever see such rain? It looks like a solid

sheet of water. You cant even see across theroad!Barbara Ann seemed utterly fascinated bythe downpour.

The little group of tourists, together with theirhost and hostess, Seor and Seora Sweizer, werecomfortably seated on the large porch. Havingthoroughly enjoyed Mama Sweizers cookingthemeat balls had more than come up toexpectationsthe guests were content to sitquietly, enjoying the cool breeze whichaccompanied the cloudburst. The first clap ofthunder had been heard while the party was stillseated at the dinner table. The Mexican youthwho had served them informed the Americansthat at that period of the year, known as the rainyseason, it rained in the tropics every day, usuallyduring the early evening.

This is a cozy spot you selected for your touristcamp, Seor, Mr. Wilson observed. He inhaleddeeply of his pipe, and added, I like your place

very much. In fact, Tamazunchale as a wholeappears unusually interesting. If we were not insuch a hurry to get to Mexico City, I believe wewould thoroughly enjoy spending two or threedays here.


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You can thank Mr. Stedman for telling usabout Camp Maana,said Mrs. Wilson.

Stedman? You mean Jonathan Stedman?inquired Seor Sweizer.

Yes. We met him quite accidentally, Mrs.Wilson replied.

I know Mr. Stedman very well. He alwaysstops here when he drives to Mexico City. Verydecent sort of man, too. I cant help feeling a littlesorry for him, though, every time I see him. Inspite of all his wealth I think he is very lonely.

Yes, he told us he is practically alone in theworld, commented Barbara Anna. He said hiswife died several years ago from shock after hisonly child, a daughter, together with her husband,were killed in an automobile accident.

Wasnt that a pity?sighed Mrs. Wilson. Andthey left a little daughter, too!

Yes, a baby only about a year old. Mr. Stedmantook the baby to live with him.

She must have been a comfort to the poorman, commented Barbaras mother. But why,

then, is he all alone now? Where is the child?

I dont know, replied Seor Sweizer.Something terrible happened to the little girlwhen she was about three or four years old, but noone seems to know just what it was.


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Something terrible happened? queriedBarbara. What do you mean by that? Was thechild killed?

Their host slowly shook her head. Im afraid Icant tell you much more about the little girl. Idont believe she was killed, but just what hasbecome of her no one seems to know. Whateveroccurred almost prostrated Stedman. He was sogrief-stricken that he suffered a nervousbreakdown and was confined to a sanitarium forseveral months. Although he fully recovered, henever mentions his little granddaughter.

What a queer story,remarked Beverly.Yes, and what a sad one,added Mrs. Wilson.

And stillness crept over the little group as eachthought of the lonely old man.

Ach! exclaimed Seora Sweizer so suddenlythat they all jumped. Now, Hans, see what youhave done! You make your guests sad with yourbad stories. Come, tell them some jokes nowmake the young ladies laugh. They are on avacationlong faces are not becoming, is it not

so?

The womans words brought smiles to thesolemn faces of Beverly and Barbara Ann. SeorSweizer followed his wifes advice and beganregaling his guests with stories of his early life.


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He and his wife had both been born inSwitzerland, had married there, and probablywould have been living there yet if Mamas unclehad not died fifteen years ago, leaving them thisvery property in Tamazunchale. Not knowingwhat else to do with it, they had converted it intoa tourist camp. During the past ten years theyhad been moderately successful with theirenterprise.

It must have been pretty wild country herewhen you first settled down, commented Mr.Wilson.

Before the highway was built Tamazunchalewas even more primitive than now.

Why dont you show the folks your pictures?chimed in their hostess. My husband is mosthappy when he is takingoh, what do you callthemsnapshots! He has a large collection, sincehe started taking pictures right after we moved toMexico and is still taking them.

Oh, do show us some of your pictures, Seor,coaxed Beverly. Babs and I always enjoy looking

at snapshots, don

t we?

Indeed we do. I would especially like to seesome of the earlier pictures you took, saidBarbara.

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where we can have some light. The man arosewith alacrity and held open the screen door. Yousee, I never have to be coaxed to show off myphotography. It happens to be my particularhobby. Mr. Wilson, I believe you would find theminteresting, too. Why dont you join us?

If the ladies will excuse me, I believe I shall,George Wilson said, following his daughter intothe inn.

Seora Sweizer had not exaggerated the size ofher husbands photographic collection. On thewhole, the pictures were excellent, and they,together with the mans witty comments, affordedthe little group an entertaining half-hour.

Barbara Ann glanced casually at some of thesnapshots taken shortly after the Sweizers hadmoved to Tamazunchale. Holding up one picturein order to better catch the light, the girl studiedit closely. This is an interesting picture! sheexclaimed. What a pretty child! How would youlike to have those blond curls, Bev?

Would I! sighed the young girl. Beverly

detested her own straight black hair.

Who is thatlittle girl? She is such a tiny, dainty littleyoungstershe looks just like a doll.

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Certainly that cant be her mother?Let me see. Seor Sweizer donned a pair of

eyeglasses and began to examine the picture moreclosely. Now, where did I take this? Oh yes,heres the date on the back. Why, it was takenthirteen years ago. I dont quite remember whothey are. I dont recognize them as any of thenatives now living in Tamazunchale.

I dont see how you could possibly recognizeher,Barbara remarked. She has her face almostcovered up with that shawl. About the only part ofher face exposed is her eyes. They are beautifuleyes, though, dont you think? So dark andsparkling! But the woman appears to befrightened. She doesnt seem to want to haveeither the childs or her picture taken. In fact, sheappears to be dragging the little girl away.

You will find very few natives, Miss Barbara,who are willing to have their pictures taken. Yousee, they have a queer belief. They feel thatwhoever takes their picture gains possession oftheir souls, and can cast a spell upon them.

Seor Sweizer paused a moment in deepthought. I am still trying to recall somethingabout that woman and child,he said at last. If Iremember correctly, they belonged to a Mexicanfamily who moved into Tamazunchale shortly


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before we did, and then left here suddenly abouttwo months later. Besides the woman and herhusband there were about five or six children inthe family. They seemed to be the ordinary poorpeons, but no one knew very much about thembecause they seemed to keep very much tothemselves. The only reason I noticed them wasbecause of the little girlshe was such a beautifulchild.

Barbara continued to gaze at the picture. If itwerent for her mother, you would think the childwas an American youngster. She doesnt have asingle typical Mexican characteristic.

She has probably changed. By now her hairmay be as dark and straight as mine,commentedBeverly. Incidentally, if I get any more sunburn,people will be taking me for one of the natives.

Youll just have to say a few words in yourflawless Spanish, Bev, darling, and theyll changetheir minds.

Taking one last look at the snapshot they hadbeen discussing, Barbara Ann replaced it on the

pile of others. She started to pick up another whenMr. Wilson remarked, I dont think we had betterlook at any more pictures tonight, Skeezix. Itsgetting late, and we have a long day s journeyahead of us. Perhaps on our way back, Mr.


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Sweizer, well plan to stay over in Tamazunchalea day or two, and then well have time to enjoy therest of your photographs. Now, lets collect Motherand march off to bed.


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CHAPTER VI

A STRANGE STORY

Does Mexico City come up to yourexpectations?

Thats a hard question to answer, Mort,replied Mrs. Wilson, since thus far all we haveseen of the city is this hotel. We arrived late lastnight and were too tired to do more than go to bed.This morning we ate breakfast in the hotel, andthen you boys came over.

You certainly havent had a chance to seemuch of the city. Fellows, well have to changethat right away. What would you like to do thisafternoon see a bullfight? asked Jerry Drake,smiling mischievously.

No indeed!emphatically replied Barbara Ann.

We

ll have to work up to that gradually. Besides,we have a call to pay later on this afternoon.A call? queried Bob Allen, an expression of

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An elderly man we met rather forcibly on theway down. Jonathan Stedman is his name. Heowns several oil fields here, as well as in theUnited States. He made me promise to telephonejust as soon as we arrived.

Yes, Bob, you had better watch your step. Mr.Stedman seemed to take quite a liking to ourBabs, even though she did smash up his car.

Beverly Wentworth, you know that accidentwasnt my fault! It was just inconsiderate of thatcalf to park in the middle of the road.

Accidentcalfnow whats this all about?Would someone please be a little more explicit?Bob looked inquiringly from one to the other.

After several interruptions from Mrs. Wilsonand Beverly, Barbara Ann finally managed torelate the story of her first meeting with theelderly Texan. At the end of the young girlsdescription of the accident, Bobs expression wasvery serious as he remarked, Im certainlythankful none of you were hurt. That was anarrow escape!

Jimmy Henderson viewed the affair morelightly. Its no more than I would expect from awoman driver. I should like to have heard thecalling down that fellow Stedman gave you. I havealways wanted to tell some of these women


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drivers what I thought of them but never havehad quite enough nerve. That man sounds allright. I think I would like to meet him!

Jimmy, I think you are horrid! poutedBeverly. All you do is make uncomplimentaryremarks about women drivers. You dont seem theleast bit concerned about the fact that we mighthave all been killed!

You werentso why be concerned? Jimmydeclared imperturbably, settling himself morecomfortably.

The group of young people, together with Mrs.Wilson, were seated in the hotel lobby. Veryshortly after breakfast the boys, eager to see theirfriends, had hastened over to the hotel. Thereunion had been a joyous one. From theheartiness of the greetings exchanged, anonlooker would have thought the young peoplehad been separated for several months instead ofthe short span of a week. Mr. Wilson hadregretfully taken leave of the happy group, andhad hurried away to attend to some business

matter. The girls had regaled the boys with adetailed account of their trip to Mexico City.Did you have any trouble driving in the

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dad is an excellent driver for one thing, and thenthe curves are very well banked. After drivingaround some of those hairpin curves in Coloradolast summer, these mountains seemed more likeovergrown hills.

Dear me! If driving in the Colorado mountainsis any more dangerous than driving here, Icertainly dont think I would ever care to attemptit, said Barbaras mother. My heart was in mymouth every time we rounded a curve.

Now weve told you all about our trip, so howabout entertaining us with some of youradventures? What have you been doing withyourselves here in Mexico City?

We have been exploring all the points ofinterest we were told to see, and have taken a fewtrips to near-by towns. Some of the trips weintend to take we believe you would enjoy, too, sowe waited until you could join us. For instance, weknow that you will want to visit Xochimilco, thehome of the floating gardens, and alsoCuernavaca and Taxco.

Yes, we have planned to visit those particularplaces,replied Barbara. It was thoughtful of youto include us in your plans, Mort.

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last week, anyway. He was having too much funpoking around the pyramids and some of thearchaeological ruins.

I didnt know you were interested inarchaeology, Mort, said Mrs. Wilson. From all Ihave read, there is much of interest in that fieldright in this section.

The subject has always fascinated me,although I dont know as much about it as Id liketo. Jerry here, though he wont admit it, is just asinterested as I am in the pyramids. In fact, he hasdone even more reading on that subject than Ihave.

I know I should be ashamed of my ignorance,but would someone kindly explain to me just whatis meant by archaeology? I have a vague idea, butthats all,said Barbara Ann, perplexed.

Very briefly, I should say it is a study ofancient people through an investigation of theirrelics and the remains of their civilization,answered Mort.

Mort must have swallowed a dictionary,

commented Jerry.

He really can rattle offdefinitions.Bob and Jimmy, are you also interested in

poking around stuffy old ruins?asked Beverly.Its fun exploring them, answered Jim, but

barbara ann #3 mystery across the border

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