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"Let me have a look." With Alverado at her side Peggy hastened toward the water hole. She could hardly repress an exclamation of alarm as she gazed at the hole. Bare six inches of muddy water was on the bottom, where the day before there had been a foot or more.
"I daresay there is no reason to be alarmed at them. I've always heard that they were very courteous and deferential to ladies." "What would cowboys be doing away out here where there isn't a cow or a calf or even an old mule in sight?" inquired Jess. "Maybe on wild horse hunt," rejoined Alverado with a shrug. "Are there wild horses hereabouts then?" asked old Mr.
All at once his eyes rested on Peggy, and he seemed to regard her as the means of his salvation from a terrible death on the alkali. Kneeling down he cried out in a pitifully cracked voice: "You missie angel from heaven. Me Alverado your servant always. No go away ever!" "By ginger, Peggy, you've made a conquest!" cried Roy, half hysterically.
Bell, with deep lines of anxiety scoring his face, Jess, troubled and anxious looking, and old Peter Bell, the former hermit, bearing an expression of mild bewilderment. Last of all came Alverado, the Mexican flotsam of the desert.
But in the morning it was Alverado who came to the tent and in an excited voice asked to see "missee" at once. Peggy hastily completed dressing and emerged, leaving Jess still asleep. Something warned her that it would be best not to arouse her chum just then. "What is it, Alverado?" she asked, as the Mexican, betraying every mark of agitation, hastened to her side.
The sound came raucously from behind a dozen bandaged mouths as the band swept down oil tile camp. And then suddenly: Bang! Bang! Bang! A volley of revolver shots resounded as the jubilant horse hunters as Alverado had shrewdly suspected they were dashed forward. "Oh, Land of Goshen!" screamed Miss Prescott, as, with her fingers in her ears, she fled into her tent and pulled the flap to.
Now that the strain of the struggle between life and death was over Peggy flushed and looked embarrassed. She was not used to the exaggerated character of the Mexican. But if she feared another outburst it did not come. Far too much exhausted to say more, Alverado as he called himself sank back once more on the alkali. "Quick!
Confronting them were the patriots, the left commanded by General Alverado, the centre by Balcarce, the right by Las Heras, while Quintana headed the reserves. The battle opened with a brisk fire from the patriot artillery, and in about an hour the infantry forces joined in full action.
The Mexican's manner had grown deferential, but Wandering William checked him with a glance from those keen eyes of his. "Don't mention a word of this, Alverado. I rely on you." "You can, senor. But hark! what is the matter with the Senor Bell?" Evidently something serious was the matter with the mining man.
"Ugh, what a fright that thing gave me," exclaimed Peggy with a shudder that she could not control. "Nasty looking beast, and that cry of his isn't beautiful," commented Roy in as easy a tone as he could assume. "Alverado told me that those desert ravens were inhabited by the souls of those who had lost their way and perished on the alkali," shivered Peggy. "Say, sis, don't be creepy.
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