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"Ah, senor, who can tell? My Gerado is a sure shot." "Egad," said Sherry, "who'd have thought it? It looks like a sweet little vendetta, doesn't it? A blind beggar, too, with his Gerado to help the thing along. "'With his Gerado! Sounds like a Gatling, or a bomb, or a diabolical machine, doesn't it? And yet they talk of this country being Americanised!
"Yes," cynically said Sherry. "The Aztecs got rattled, and then the bullets rattled. And what was done to the Aztecs?" "Senor, what could be done? They meant no harm, as you can see." "Of course, of course; but you put the Little Red Peg down two holes just the same, eh, my Becodar with your Gerado. I smell a great man in your Gerado, Becodar.
"'Then, said he, 'I'll give you as much a month and clothe you. You'll furnish your own horses and keep them, and hold the country in order. Put down the banditti, be my boundary-riders, my gentlemen guards, and we will all love you and cherish you. And 'it was so, as Scripture says. And this Gerado can serve our good compadre here, and the Little Red Peg in the wall keeps tally."
"Ah, senor, he who so writes is Bernal I am his compadre. He has his mother now, but no father, no father." He smiled. "You have never seen so bold and enterprising, never so handsome a boy. He can throw the lasso and use the lariat, and ride sabe Dios, he can ride! His cousin Gerado the Rurales taught him. I do well by him as I may, who have other things to think on. But I do well by him."
"Yes," cynically said Sherry. "The Aztecs got rattled, and then the bullets rattled. And what was done to the Aztecs?" "Senor, what could be done? They meant no harm, as you can see." "Of course, of course; but you put the Little Red Peg down two holes just the same, eh, my Becodar with your Gerado. I smell a great man in your Gerado, Becodar.
If a man thinks his guard sleeps, and makes a run for it, they do not chase they fire; and if he escapes unhurt, good; he is not troubled. But the Rurales are fine shots!" "You mean," said Sherry, "that the Rurales your Gerado, for one pretended to sleep to be careless. The fellows made a rush for it and were dropped? Eh, Becodar, of the Little Red Peg?" Becodar shrugged a shoulder gently.
"'Then, said he, 'I'll give you as much a month and clothe you. You'll furnish your own horses and keep them, and hold the country in order. Put down the banditti, be my boundary-riders, my gentlemen guards, and we will all love you and cherish you. And 'it was so, as Scripture says. And this Gerado can serve our good compadre here, and the Little Red Peg in the wall keeps tally."
"Ah, senor, he who so writes is Bernal I am his compadre. He has his mother now, but no father, no father." He smiled. "You have never seen so bold and enterprising, never so handsome a boy. He can throw the lasso and use the lariat, and ride sabe Dios, he can ride! His cousin Gerado the Rurales taught him. I do well by him as I may, who have other things to think on. But I do well by him."
"Ah, senor, who can tell? My Gerado is a sure shot." "Egad," said Sherry, "who'd have thought it? It looks like a sweet little vendetta, doesn't it? A blind beggar, too, with his Gerado to help the thing along. "'With his Gerado! Sounds like a Gatling, or a bomb, or a diabolical machine, doesn't it? And yet they talk of this country being Americanised!
If a man thinks his guard sleeps, and makes a run for it, they do not chase they fire; and if he escapes unhurt, good; he is not troubled. But the Rurales are fine shots!" "You mean," said Sherry, "that the Rurales your Gerado, for one pretended to sleep to be careless. The fellows made a rush for it and were dropped? Eh, Becodar, of the Little Red Peg?" Becodar shrugged a shoulder gently.
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