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Herr von Plaanden, feeling the pressure of a shoulder formed upon the generous lines of a gorilla's, and noting the approach of the policia on the other side, was fain to obey. "Don't you be scared, miss," said Cluff, turning to the girl. "It's all over." "I'm not frightened," she said, with a catch in her voice. "Of course you ain't," he agreed reassuringly. "You just sit quiet "
Ramon glanced up and down the street. "The police they have asked me where is my Uncle José. I have told them that I do not know. The police they asked me that." "Well?" "But it is not that why I come. They told me to go to my home. It was when I was in the prison that the policia talked in the telephone. He spoke your name and the name of Señor Bill Donovan of the Ortez Mine.
It was indeed a painful scene. It was soon brought to a close, at least as far as I witnessed it. The alcalde came upon the ground; and the girl was given in charge to the policia, until the true mother should bring forward more definite proofs of maternity. I never heard the finale of this little romance. The return of the expedition to El Paso was celebrated by a triumphant ovation.
Bidding the disgraced secretario go to his house and stay there, the jefe de policia summoned the rest of his company about him, seized his staff of office, buckled on his great machete, and took the lead; three policemen, with their machetes, followed; two others, unarmed, followed, and, with this escort, we started to hunt our ruins on the mountain.
"Ah, yes, a soldier of the law, what you call an oficial de policia, a chief of gendarmes, my sister, but not a gentleman a camarero to protect a lady." Mrs. Tucker would have uttered a hasty reply, but the perfect and good-natured simplicity of Dona Clara withheld her.
"Ah, yes, a soldier of the law, what you call an oficial de policia, a chief of gendarmes, my sister, but not a gentleman a camarero to protect a lady." Mrs. Tucker would have uttered a hasty reply, but the perfect and good-natured simplicity of Doña Clara withheld her.
It seemed that he feared to be recognized by the counter-clerk at the chief telegraph office. For over an hour I smoked reflectively. I confess that a curious ill-defined suspicion had arisen in my mind, a suspicion that became so strong that just about eleven o'clock I entered the Jefatura Superior de Policia in the Calle de la Princesa, and again inquired for Señor Andrade.
Of the above-mentioned cinnamon-coloured house a local official had wittily observed: "Here is Justitia, here is Policia, here is Militia a regular boarding school of high-born young ladies."
Somewhere down the street was heard a responsive yell, and a small, jerky, olive-green policia pranced into view. Thereupon a strange thing happened.
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