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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Soy banando soy banando, capitan fresco fresquito," squealed Hombrecillo; while, splash between every exclamation, his dutiful son let fly a gourdfull of agua at his head. That same evening we returned to Panama; and next morning, being the 22d of such a month, I left my kind friends, and, with Peter Mangrove, proceeded on our journey to Cruces, mounted on two stout mules.
Indians there were in the wilds of the Mogollon to the southeast, and, sometimes at rare intervals straying from the big reservation up the valley, they scared the scattered settlers of the Agua Fria and the Hassayampa; but Sandy rarely knew of them except as prisoners.
But few men are absolutely consistent and Cochise had some idiosyncracies, which it is just as well to note in passing, for they give an inkling of a side of his character that was instrumental in bringing an end to the whole bloody business. For one thing he could not enjoy torturing his prisoners. He tried that once on a Mexican down Agua Prieta way.
He embraced himself as his customer had done, and shuddered; then pointing at the bitters, he nodded encouragingly. O'Reilly forestalled an outburst by translating his countryman's wants. "Un vaso de agua con hielo," said he, and the attendant was all apologies. "So, you speak the lingo?" marveled Mr. Branch. "Well, I can't get the hang of it. Don't like it. Don't like anything Spanish.
"I'll see how yo' are makin' it in the mo'ning." "Why, where are yuh goin'?" Red asked in surprise. "Goin' after Gentleman John." Kid Wolf smiled. "How far is it to his headquartahs at Agua Frio?" "About nine miles straight west, over the mesa. But say, yuh'd better let one of us go with yuh." The Texan shook his head. "I'm playin' a lone hand, Red.
We reached by the evening, a spring called the Agua del Guanaco, which is situated at a great height. This must be an old name, for it is very many years since a guanaco drank its waters. During the ascent I noticed that nothing but bushes grew on the northern slope, whilst on the southern slope there was a bamboo about fifteen feet high.
It was a careful piece of work done in India ink, pretty old, to judge by the look of it, and with all sorts of pictures of mountains and dolphins and ships and anchors around the edge. There was our bay, all right. Two crosses were marked on the land part one labelled "oro" and the other "agua."
My first impulse was to retire, silently and modestly, but the power of a strange fascination for a moment prevented me. Was it a dream? "Ah! que barbara! pobrecito ito ito!" "Comeremos." "Por Dios! no! echalo, Luz, o tirare la agua en sus ojos." "Guarda te!"
The water of Agua Fria flowed into the Atlantic; the springs on the other side of the ridge flowed into the Pacific. The wagons of the Arnold family travelled between the rear-guard and the government wagons.
At the little post-hut of Ojos del Agua, in the State of Córdova, Quiroga, with his secretary, Ortiz, halted one night on the homeward journey. Shortly before reaching the place, a young man had mysteriously stopped the carriage, and had warned its hurrying inmates that at a spot called Barranca Yaco a partida, headed by one Santos Perez, was awaiting the arrival of Quiroga.
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