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José Vaca had spoken, but Waring was watching Ramon's eyes. "All right, hombre. Muchas gracias." "And now you will let me go?" queried Vaca. "I haven't said so." Waring's tone was pleasant, almost indifferent. Ramon's face was troubled. Of what use was it to try and deceive the gringo? But Waring was smiling. Did he, then, believe such an obvious lie? "Bueno!" Waring exclaimed. "That lets you out.
Findin' those stolen cattle wasn't so hahd, aftah all. Theah on Don Floristo's ranch just below heah. I've talked to the don, and let the remahk drop that I'm interested in cattle. So I am, but the don doesn't know in what way. He thinks I'm a rich gringo wantin' to buy some." "Kid, I've learned my lesson. I'll never gamble again," said Harry earnestly. Kid Wolf took his hand warmly.
At sight of Culvera he stopped rolling a cigarette to snatch up his rifle and fling a challenge at him. "How is it that you have let your prisoner escape?" demanded the officer in Spanish after he had given the countersign. "Escape? No, señor. Listen. Do you not hear him move?" replied in the boy in the same tongue. "I think the Gringo is having a fit.
"What you do with gal?" "I shall keep her." "How you do it. Mebbe she no want to stay. She have many friend. They hunt you same like a real wolf." "Then they shall find that the wolf has teeth. I expect her gringo lover will hunt. Ha! ha! ha! It is the joy of my soul to wring his heart and make it bleed! I hate him!
"Are they just walking about, aimlessly? At times it looks like it. At other times it doesn't." Then Montez sent for Tisco and discussed with him the seeming mystery of the actions of the young engineers. "Don't ask me, Don Luis," begged the secretary. "I am not clever at guessing riddles. More, I have not pretended to understand this Gringo pair."
We have no money and have broken no laws. Let us go our way in peace. You can gain nothing by detaining us, and as for Miguel here that is what you called him, I believe I think from what he said to us that he loves a gringo about as much as your revered chief seems to." Miguel looked his appreciation of Bridge's defense of him; but it was evident that he did not expect it to bear fruit.
"They'll pray for death a hundred times before it comes to them," he promised brutally. Then, with quick surprise, "Where's Holcomb?" "He went forward with the men." "Just like him," replied Gabriel, shrugging his shoulders. "The madman must always be in the thick of it. It's the Gringo way."
Having slandered the innocent Gringo, Mrs. Morrell stayed for a chat. Apparently she was always just on the point of departure, but never went. Nan, being, as she thought, in the wrong as to the worthy Gringo, tried her best to be polite, but was miserably conscious of being snippy. At the end of an hour the door bell rang again. If Nan had been watching, she might have seen Mrs.
To achieve a comprehensive idea of San Francisco's Bohemianism let us divide its history into five eras. First we have the old Spanish days the days "before the Gringo came." Then reigned conviviality held within most discreet bounds of convention, and it would be a misnomer, indeed, to call the pre-pioneer days of San Francisco "Bohemian" in any sense of the word.
Since when have I been friend to you and not lover, Juanita? I know well for how long since this gringo with the white face crossed your trail." Suddenly she flung away from him. "Muy bien! You shall think as you please. Adios, my friend with the head of a donkey! Adios, icabron!" She was gone, light as the wind, flying with swift feet down the trail to the house.
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