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Drennen's dry laugh, the old, bitter snarl, cut through the room like a curse. They had not seen him; they had been too busy with their own thoughts. Now, as they whirled toward the door which framed him, Garcia's hand went swiftly to his pocket, Ygerne's face grew as white as death. "So," said the Mexican softly. "You are come, señor!" The muzzle of Drennen's rifle moved in a quick arc.
"Look at him again, darling one," said her father, petting her caressingly, while another hearty cheer went up from the hands in the waist. "He is Senor Dick Haldane, a gallant young gentleman whom you must thank, my little daughter, for having saved my life."
It is the composition of Señor de Castro himself, who is a farceur, of some wit and more effrontery. Ticknor is even too serious in the attention which he bestows on Señor de Castro and his work, which an English publisher has thought worthy of a translation. The proud and happy author himself spoke of his success with a frank complacency which, in any other man, would savor of vanity.
Senor Lascelles is suffering from the effects of a long immersion in the sea; he is doubtless both hungry and thirsty; and he is also undoubtedly anxious to make arrangements with Don Felix as to the disposal of his men.
"I cried out to you to kill!" he addressed me directly; "with all my soul I cried. And why? Because he had seen you and the senorita, too, alas! He should have been made dumb made dumb with your pistol, Señor, since those two stupid English mariners were too much for an old man like me. Manuel should have been made dumb dumb forever, I say.
"Both teams couldn't pull the load up this path, senor," said one of the drivers. "I am sorry I did not think to double up at the foot of the ascent, but it is too late to complain now. Come, boys! all together."
It was Framtree who tore her loose, and tightened upon her wrist until the fingers opened and the little knife concealed how long in her hair? dropped like a feather to the carpet. Swiftly it had let out the life of the Spaniard.... Bedient opened the galley-door at a gesture from the woman. The Chinese came forth. "It was I your mistress, Boy who killed the Señor. You may look.
"I have struck Senor Don Inocencio on the head." "The Penitentiary?" said Pepe Rey. "Yes." "Does he live in that house?" "Why, where else should he live?" "And the lady of the sighs " "Is his niece, his housekeeper, or whatever else she may be. We amuse ourselves with her because she is very tiresome, but we are not accustomed to play tricks on his reverence, the Penitentiary."
"For pity's sake," I ejaculated, "give me something to drink! That horrible gag has all but suffocated me!" "Something to drink? With pleasure, senor. What shall it be plain water or `grog, as you English call it? I think it had better be grog, for I cannot recommend the water we carry in our scuttle-butt."
The fan flew open; a touch of the wind fanning her person came faintly upon my cheek with a suggestion of delicate perfume. She noticed my confusion, and said, "Let us walk to the end, Señor." The old man and the duenna had cards in their hands now. The intimate tone of her words ravished me into the seventh heaven.
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