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Plainly this was the supremest surprise of his lifetime, and he seemed to doubt his senses. But he recovered quickly. Thrusting his head forward, he demanded: "What is this? You and you?" He stared from Dave to the priest, then back again. They all spoke at once, but he heard only Alaire's words: "He came to find me."
Such joy as this was unbelievable; he felt as if he must tell the world about it. He well understood Alaire's repugnance to divorce, but he was sure that he could overcome it, if indeed her own truer understanding of herself did not relieve him of that necessity; for at this moment his desires were of a heat sufficient to burn away all obstacles, no matter how solid.
Alaire's parting words rang sweetly in his ears: "This has been the pleasantest day I can remember." The words themselves meant little, but Dave had caught a wistful undertone in the speaker's voice, and fancied he had seen in her eyes a queer, half-frightened expression, as of one just awakened. José Sanchez had beheld Dave Law at the Las Palmas table twice within a few days.
Alaire's eyes were dark with excitement, "Yes," said she. "Talk to him, and give me a chance to have a word alone with Ed." The opportunity came when Austin went into the dining-room for a drink. Alaire excused herself to follow him. When they were out of sight and hearing her husband turned upon her with an ugly frown. "What's that Greaser doing here?" he asked, roughly.
His own sympathies in the Mexican struggle were so notorious that Longorio's presence seemed to him to have but one possible significance. Why Paloma Jones was here he could not imagine. Thus far Alaire's caller had succeeded in ignoring Miss Jones, and now, with equal self-assurance, he refused to recognize Ed's hostility.
I saw it peeping at me, and it was lonely. But now, behold how it smiles like a star that sees Paradise, eh? And I, too, have seen Paradise." He placed the delicate bloom in Alaire's fingers and was gone. "Cuidado!" breathed Dolores. "There is blood on it; the blood of innocents. He will burn for a million years in hell, that man."
A moment later a tall figure mounted the steps and came forward with outstretched hand, crying, in Spanish: "Señora! I surprise you. Well, I told you some day I should give myself this great pleasure. I am here!" "General Longorio! But what a surprise!" Alaire's amazement was naive; her face was that of a startled school-girl.
He felt Alaire's eyes upon him, and they were eloquent of inquiry, but he did not meet them. José frowned. "No one at La Feria has seen him, and in Pueblo there was not a word. It is strange." "Panfilo was in bad company when I saw him." Law finished rolling his cigarette and lit it, still conscious of Alaire's questioning gaze. "He may have had trouble."
Alaire's exclamation was like the snap of a whip. She rose and faced her husband, quivering as if the lash had stung her flesh. "That went home, eh? Well, I'm no fool! I've seen something of the world, and I've found that women are about like men. I'd like to have a look at this David Law, this gunman, this Handsome Harry who waits at water-holes for ladies in distress."
Quite the contrary, in the afternoon he put his mare through her tricks for Alaire's edification, and gossiped idly of whatever interested his guest. Then as the sun edged to the west and Mrs. Austin became restless, he saddled Bessie Belle and led her down the gulch into a safer covert. Returning, he carefully obliterated all traces of the camp.
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