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Frantically he searched the inclosure, questioned every man he met, rushed back to the burning cabin, where the fire drove him out. But there was no trace of Allie. Then the conviction of calamity settled upon him. While the cabin burned, and the troopers and graders watched, Neale now searched for the face of the man he had recognized the ruffian Allie called Fresno.
I have about two acres of high land in Fresno county that can't be irrigated. It is red adobe soil and there is hardpan in it. Which kind of fruit trees will grow and pay best? How near may the hardpan be to the surface before I have to blast it? It is a hard fruit proposition. Try spineless cactus, the fruits of which are delicious.
Whereupon he became a seeker, a searcher; he believed there was not a tent or a hut or a store or a hall in the town that he had not visited. But he found no clue of Allie; he never encountered the well-remembered face of the bandit Fresno. He saw more than one Spaniard and many Mexicans, not one of whom could have been the gambler Durade.
"But, pard, thet's no square deal," protested Old Miles. "I'm a- gittin' mad. I seen you meant to keep it all." The dark-faced ruffian shoved a menacing fist under Sandy's nose. "When do I git mine?" he demanded. Fresno wheeled and called, "Frank, you come here!" The other approached sullenly. "Fresno, thet Sandy is whole hog or none!" he exclaimed. "Let 'em fight it out," replied Fresno.
Show Low expressed the disgust which the others showed. "Why, darn it," shouted Slim, shaking his fist at the unfortunate Sage-brush, "you can't let the bride and groom hop the home ranch without chuckin' rice at 'em it's bad medicine." "Ain't he disgustin'!" interrupted Fresno. "What does rice mean, anyhow?" asked the bewildered Sage-brush.
He strode past Hough, and behind him; then as if suddenly, instinctively, answering to fury, he whipped out a gun. Neale, just as instinctively, grasped the rising hand. "Hold on, there!" he called. "Would you shoot a man in the back?" And Neale, whose grip was powerful, caused the other to drop the gun. Neale kicked it aside. Fresno got up. "Whar's your head, Mull?" he growled. "Git out of this!"
At the corner, where the halls met, he halted to listen. Only the low hum of voices came up. "Larry, I must tell you," whispered Allie. "Durade and his gang are after me. Fresno Mull Black Dayss you know them?" "I reckon," he replied, swallowing hard. "My Gawd! you poor little girl! With that gang after you! An' Stanton!
I hate to spoil his little visit, but he can take that in on his way home. Now I'll ring for somebody, and have this taken over to the station by the first wagon." "Say, you better scratch this Fresno," said Larry. "Why?" "He's hep to you." "Nonsense!" Glass looked up at a sound, to discover Mariedetta, the Mexican maid, who had come in answer to Speed's call.
This crystallizing is a process in which the juice is extracted and replaced with sugar sirup, which hardens and preserves the fruit from decay while still keeping the shape. One sometimes reads the saying, "Fresno for raisins, Santa Clara for cherries and prunes, and the northern counties and mountain-ranches for apples."
"This ain't no New York idea, where the bride and groom hits the life-trail in a hired hack," cried Fresno. Allen's feelings apparently were not yet fully soothed. Turning to Sage-brush, he said: "Wheels don't go in my family. Why, her ma and me were married on hossback. The preacher had to make a hurry job of it, but it took." "Hush, now," was Parenthesis' awed comment.
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