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If your horses are found before you get to them, some one stole them. Do these things. I don't want to come back to see if you have done them." Juan Armigo nodded, gazing at Waring with crafty eyes. So the gringo was tempted by the gold. He would ride back to Sonora, find the stolen money in the house of Pedro Salazar, and keep it. It would be a very simple thing to do.
Texians were deprived of their arms and conducted to a small village, called Anton Chico, till orders should have been received as to their future disposition, from General Armigo, governor of the province. It is not to be supposed that in a small village of about one hundred government shepherds, several hundred famished men could be supplied with all the necessaries and superfluities of life.
Vaca lay on a bed-roll in the corner of the larger room, and near him stood Ramon. "The señor sleeps with the horses," said Armigo significantly. Ramon bent his head and muttered a prayer. "And if you pray," said Armigo, shifting the blankets from one arm to the other, "pray then that the two horses that you borrowed may return. As for your Uncle José, he will not die."
As Governor Armigo very justly observed to them, if they were traders, they had committed murder; if they were not traders, they were prisoners of war.
The Texans were deprived of their arms and conducted to a small village, called Anton Chico, till orders should have been received as to their future disposition, from General Armigo, governor of the province.
As Governor Armigo very justly observed to them, if they were traders, they had committed murder; if they were not traders, they were prisoners of war.
See what you can do for Vaca. He's pretty sick." "It shall be as the señor says. And the señor has made a fight?" "With those hombres? Not this journey! José Vaca made a mistake; that's all." Armigo, perturbed, shuffled to the house. Waring unsaddled the horses and turned them into the corral. As he lifted the saddle from Vaca's horse, he hesitated.
Si!" exclaimed Armigo. "The señor is welcome." Waring dismounted. "Juan, I have two of your friends here; José Vaca and Ramon Ortego." Armigo seemed surprised. "José Vaca is wounded?" he queried hesitatingly. Waring nodded. "And the horses; they shall have feed, water, everything I myself " "Thanks. But I'll look after the horses, Juan. I'm taking Vaca and Ramon to Sonora.
The heat grew less intense as an occasional, vagrant breeze stirred in the brush and fluttered the handkerchief round Waring's throat. Ahead, the cañon broadened to the mesa lands, where the distant green of a line of trees marked the boundary of the Armigo rancho. Presently Vaca began to sing; softly at first, then with insane vehemence as the fever mounted to his brain.
Now, what about you, Ramon?" "My uncle has spoken," said Ramon. "I have nothing to say." "Then you will ride with me to Sonora." "As you say, señor." "All right. Don't sit up all night praying. That won't do any good. Get some sleep. And you, too, Juan." And Waring turned quickly to Armigo. "Sleep all you can. You'll feel better in the morning." Waring turned and strode out.
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