"Rather a dignified chap, after all, that Pandu Singe," laughed Chick,
as they settled themselves on the cushions.
"True," admitted Nick, thoughtfully. "Do you think, Chick, that we could
make up to pass for those two swarthy Orientals?"
"Could we!" exclaimed Chick, promptly. "Well, Nick, I should say that we
could."
"I think so, too."
"You could do the snake charmer, all right, and easily gabble a lingo
that would pass for his."
"Well, rather," laughed Nick.
"And if I was wise to the game you wished to play I easily could act as
the interpreter, and run the conversation correctly on my own hook."
"No doubt of it."
"Do it? Why, surely we could," repeated Chick "Why did you ask?"
"I think it may yet become necessary or desirable to make a move of
that kind," replied Nick.
"Why so?"
"Because, as I have suspected all along, I still think there is some big
game in the wind, with the Kilgore gang back of it, and that the murder
of this Barton girl may have some connection with it, or at least give
us a clew to it."
"Egad! I hope so, Nick."
"We soon shall see."
"Going after Cervera now?"
"Yes; at once," said Nick, with grim austerity. "We shall find her at
home, as usual.
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