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The man demurred sullenly, and began a refusal; but his wife, after a wondering scrutiny, interrupted him with a cry. Rushing forward, she took the edge of Alaire's skirt in her hands and kissed it. "God be praised! A miracle!" she exclaimed. "Juan, don't you see? It is the beautiful señora for whom we pray every night of our lives. On your knees, shameless one!
Shortly after the train had got under way the lieutenant in command of Alaire's guard brought her a small package, saying: "The general commanded me to hand you this, with his deepest regard." Alaire accepted the object curiously. It was small and heavy and wrapped in several leaves torn from a notebook, and it proved to be nothing less than the splendid diamond-and-ruby ring she had admired.
"I knew Pino Garza well, and he could shoot like the devil." "You said your horse saved your life," Mrs. Austin went on. "How do you mean?" When Dave had explained, she cried, quickly, "You weren't riding Bessie Belle?" "Yes. She's buried where she dropped." "Oh-h!" Alaire's exclamation was eloquent of pity, and Law smiled crookedly. "I've been right lonesome since she went away.
"What has that to do with Mr. Law?" "Dave? Oh, nothing in particular. I was just moralizing. It's a privilege of age, my dear." Alaire's preparations for the journey to La Feria were made with little delay.
I give you one more chance. Will you tell me?" José drew his lips back in a snarl of rage and pain, and Dave realized that further words were useless. He felt a certain pity for his victim and no little admiration for his courage, but such feelings were of small consequence as against his agonizing fears for Alaire's safety.
That Sanchez was the murderer Dave now had little doubt; but since the chance of apprehending him was small, he turned his attention to the girl. He would make Rosa speak, he told himself, if he had to use force this was no time for gentle methods. If she knew aught of Alaire's whereabouts or the mystery of her departure from Las Palmas, he would find a way to wring the truth from her.
It inspired her to be equally brave and to wait patiently for the day when she could welcome him with clean hands and a soul unashamed. In the midst of Alaire's uncertainty of mind it gratified her to realize that Dave alone would know of her whereabouts. She wondered if he would come to see her.
They had waited patiently, these Garcias, heedful of Longorio's orders, and now they burst into a torrent of thanks. They flung themselves to their knees and kissed the edge of Alaire's dress. Their instructions had been plain, and they followed them to the letter, yet their gratitude was none the less genuine for being studied.
His mind was like a full granary, and every grain lay where he could put his hand upon it. He motored out from Brownsville, and, after ridding himself of dust, insisted upon spending the interval before dinner in an inspection of Alaire's latest ranch improvements.
It was Blaze Jones, one of the few county residents granted access to Las Palmas, who first acquainted himself with the outcome of Alaire's experiment, and it was he who brought news of it to some visiting stock-buyers at Brownsville. Blaze was addicted to rhetorical extravagance. His voice was loud; his fancy ran a splendid course.
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