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He was short, slender and bow legged, very pale, and had light eyes without lashes. His scanty hair, as white as an albino's, escaped from a vizorless hat. His costume was much like his appearance; a well worn velvet coat, much too short in the sleeves, and long fingered hands, with one peculiarity, that the thumbs were as long as the fore fingers.
In an hour every cloud and fog-bank had been dispersed with a rapidity which is seen only in the hill country. The ranger pulled up his horse as they struck a game trail in the saddle of a low divide. A bunch of shod horses had been over it a few hours past. "Some of the albino's layout," Wilton surmised. "They cross through here to that camp of theirs down in the Breaks.
The man who spoke thus falteringly was a little fellow in white gaiters, with an albino's face and scanty hair that stood erect in bunches. A hideous smile parted his flabby lips. "The honorable Monsieur Sarigue refers to the Caisse Territoriale; we proceed to answer him." The Paganetti den of thieves seemed to be, in truth, very familiar to him.
Curse him! Curse him!" "May they hang you, heretic!" cried one of Albino's relatives. And unable to restrain himself, he picked up a stone and threw it at Ibarra. The example was quickly imitated, and a shower of dust and stones fell on the unfortunate youth. Ibarra suffered it all, impassive, without wrath, without a complaint the unjust vengeance of suffering hearts.
There were less than a dozen others in Brill's store when the Three Bar men crowded through the door. Five men sat at one of the tables in the big room and indulged in a casual game of stud. Harper and Lang were among them. Two of them Harris knew as men named Hopkins and Wade. The fifth was unknown to him. The albino's eyes met Harris's steadily as he entered at the head of the Three Bar men.
Then a stumbling noise was heard, and a man crept through a gap and hobbled on to the scene. He was a strange, wild-looking fellow, with long fair hair and eyebrows almost as light as an albino's. His cheeks were fair, but much sunburnt, and almost destitute of beard.
Two hands waved a joyous farewell from the top of the cars, delighted at the prospect of a trip to market with the steers. "I don't pretend to regret that old Rile played even for Bang's," Harris said. "But I wish he'd sorted out some one else in the albino's place. It was bad business for the Three Bar when Harper went down." "He was the head of the gang," she said. "The worst of the lot."
And besides, Slade has to be met on his own ground." "Do you think Slade is at the bottom of the Three Bar losses every year?" she asked. "Every hoof," Waddles stated. "Every last head! Maybe the albino's layout rustles an odd bunch on and off. But Slade is the man that's out to wreck your brand."
Nobody could tell whether there was anything the matter with them or not and whether they were only very deep set or were weak, like an albino's, or were slightly crossed, the guests of the house never knew. Lydia herself didn't know, and had given up trying to find out.
"No, I haven't," said Denton, with a catching of the breath, and resolved to try this brute behind the ear before he himself got stunned again. He knew he would be stunned again. He was astonished how ill he had judged himself beforehand. A few ridiculous lunges, and down he would go again. He watched the albino's eyes. The albino was grinning confidently, like a man who plans an agreeable trick.
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