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No sooner had I done that than I covered 'em with my gun and asked Pedro to help me. In the midst of it there came that awful chuck, when I thought for a minute we'd all gone together. But it was soon over, and Perdo is standing guard over our prisoners. As I said some of 'em jumped off, but I guess they won't jump ag'in. Do yeou s'pose the trouble is over?"

"Do you know what I kept sayin' to myself when I found you was gone?" "Well?" "Todo es perdo; todo es perdo!" She had said it so often to herself that now some of the original emotion crept into her voice. His arm went out; they shook hands across their breakfast pans. She went on: "The next thing is Drew?" "Yes." "There's no changing you." She did not wait for his answer. "I know that.

He merely repeated with heavy monotony: "Todo es perdo; todo es perdo!" The phrase clung in the mind of the girl; and she rose at last and went back to her bunk, repeating: "Todo es perdo; todo es perdo! All is lost; all is lost!"

No tears were in her eyes; they were wide and solemn, looking up to the shadows of the ceiling, and so she went to sleep with the solemn Spanish phrase echoing through her whole being: "Todo es perdo!" She woke with the smell of frying bacon pungent in her nostrils.

But in the end, when the fire was towering above the roof of the house, roaring and crackling, the Mexican suddenly raised a long arm and called to the bucket line, "It is done. Señors, I thank you." Then he had folded his arms and repeated in a monotone, over and over again: "Todo es perdo; todo es perdo!" His wife came to him, frantic, wailing, and threw her arms around his neck.