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You'll find your horse and a saddle when you are able to ride." The bandit's eyes glistened as he watched Waring depart. If the gringo entered the house of Pedro Salazar, he would not find the gold and he would not come out alive. The gringo gunman had killed the brother of Pedro Salazar down in the desert country years ago. And Salazar had had nothing to do with the Ortez Mine robbery.
Jane nodded her head with emphasis, as if to intimate the kind of reception Curtis Waring would get if he attempted to trifle with her virgin affections. "I hope what you suspect is not true," said Florence, gravely. "I do not like or respect Curtis, but I don't like to think he would be so base as that. If you ever see this young woman again, try to find out where she lives.
Waring sat next him, unraveling one of the old cotton-flannel over-shirts, and twisting the fibres into large wicks; while La Salle made a cover of the last remaining sheet-iron decoy, with holes for six wicks. As they sat around the fire, Waring suddenly broke the silence. "Charley," said he, "you have never told your story, although all the rest of the club took their turn.
How many an hour we have sat talking in this room, and how constantly your sympathy has been my support and your wisdom my guide!" Lawrence Newt, whose face had grown very grave, waved his hand deprecatingly. "I know, I know," she continued. "Let that remain unsaid. It can not be unforgotten. But I know your secrets too." They looked at each other. "You love Amy Waring."
"I'm going home to England now, if I go at all, under my own proper name that I've always borne, to repay Cyril in full every penny I owe him, to make what reparation I can for the wrong I've done, and to give myself up to the police for trial." Granville gazed at him, more surprised and more admiring than ever. "You're a brave man, Waring," he said slowly. "I don't understand it at all.
"And I, too, uncle." There was a shade of jealousy in the voice of Curtis Waring as he entered the library through the open door, and approaching his uncle, pressed his hand. He was a tall, dark-complexioned man, of perhaps thirty-five, with shifty, black eyes and thin lips, shaded by a dark mustache. It was not a face to trust. Even when he smiled the expression of his face did not soften.
Taking his empty canteen from his own saddle, he untied the sacks and slipped the gold-pieces, one by one, into the canteen. He scooped up sand and filled the canteen half full. The gold no longer jingled as he shook it. While Waring had no fear that either of the men would attempt to escape, he knew Mexicans too well to trust Armigo explicitly.
I use duck shot, goose shot, sometime nails, and sometime little stones, and once in woods I kill gleat bear with junk of lead: but I never shoot arrow before." Thus said Peter, wondering at his own achievement. Waring had noted with great curiosity the effect of the new missile. "Where did you learn that, Charley? To think that a piece of soft wood should kill such huge animals!"
Clasping one hand across his forehead, Robert cried, "You couldn't ask me to do a thing I hate so much. Go, and sit, and look sheepish, and sing hymns with the people I've been badgering; and everybody seeing me! How can it be anything to you like what it is to me?" "You have only to take my word for it that it is, and far more," said Major Waring, sinking his voice.
Perhaps he and Aunt Shadow will come together, do you think they will? said Silver, looking up into his eyes with a wistful expression. 'Certainly, replied Waring. 'Now am I glad, so glad! For father and Lorez will never say so. I think I shall like you, Jarvis. And, leaning on a box of mignonette, she considered him gravely with her little hands folded.
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