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"That does it," Rick said aloud. Scotty turned to watch the departing sedan. "It didn't take them long to complete their business, whatever it was. I didn't hear any talk, did you?" "Not a word. Do you suppose that was Mac and Pancho that came from the base?" "No way of knowing, but it could have been. Come on. Let's find our jeep." The jeep was where they had left it, but the hood was up.
The lasso catch him around the neck; he is obliged to remain. Sometime he is strangle. Sometime he is dead, but the soul is save! You believe not, Pancho? I see you wrinkle the brow you flash the eye; you like it not? Believe me, I like it not, neither, but it is so!" He shrugged his shoulders, threw away his half smoked cigarette, and went on.
Remember this is Bell's story, and she is letting me tell it so that I can bear my share in the entertainment. 'Pancho believes every word of it, added Bell, 'and says that his father told it to him; but as I had to change it from bad Spanish into good English, I don't know whether I've caught the idea exactly. 'Oh, it will do quite nicely, I've no doubt, said Jack, encouragingly.
Then he stepped forward and touched Lucia on the arm, and led her to Gilbert. One hand was on the shoulder of each. "You will name ze baby for me sometime Pancho, or per'aps Panchita?" There was a wistful note in his deep voice, and a look of eagerness in his eyes. "Not ze first one, per'aps but mebbe, like you say, by and bye later? Eh?" There was another whistle down the starlit road.
Rosa Varona crept into them; then with a sigh she upturned her lips to his. "I'll wait forever," she said. Although for a long time Dona Isabel had been sure in her own mind that Pancho Cueto, her administrador, was robbing her, she had never mustered courage to call him to a reckoning. And there was a reason for her cowardice.
"Here's a bite of lunch for you," she said, "in case you get hungry in the field. There's beans and chile sauce and four tortillas." She had put it all nicely in a little dish with the tortillas fitted in like a cover over the chile sauce and beans, and it was all tied up in a clean white cloth. Pancho took off his sombrero, put the dish carefully on his head, and clapped his hat down over it.
"Let's talk about it over a coke. It's hot." They hiked to the recreation hall and got cokes from the automatic dispenser. Rick set his thoughts in order. "I'm not so sure about Mac and Pancho. They were at Careless Mesa this morning. At least I'm certain Mac was, because I heard his voice when he checked in by radio. And probably Pancho was, too, because it takes two men to handle a radar unit.
Anyway, when you started with your sling, he had a choice of shooting for keeps or getting out of there. So he got. Is that how you figure it?" "Exactly right. What other explanation is there? Stones against rifle slugs isn't much of a contest. I only tried it because there wasn't anything else to do." "We could have stayed under cover until Mac and Pancho arrived," Rick pointed out. "Negative.
Last of all came the two dark figures without any candles. Up to that moment they had lingered behind the others in the background, and had kept as much as possible in the shadow, but now they stood right in front of the Holy Family with all the candles shining directly into their brown faces and who should they be but Pancho and Pedro come back from the war?
Pancho made a little brasero right in the middle of the open space beside the fig tree. He made it of stones, and built a fire in it. While he was doing that, Doña Teresa got her sweet potatoes ready to cook, and when she came out with the cooking-dish and a jug of syrup in her hands, the children set up a shout of joy.
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