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This information was definite, and no doubt correct. Carlos had been often heard to express his intention of crossing over to the country of the Americanos. He was now gone thither most likely to settle upon the banks of the Mississippi. He was already far beyond the reach of pursuit.
As soon as natives found me out, they crowded around me, hats off, shouting "Viva los Americanos," thronged about me by hundreds to shake either hand, even several at a time, men, women, and children striving to get even a finger to shake. So I moved half a mile, shaking continuously with both hands. The British Consul, a smiling spectator, said he never before saw such an evidence of friendship.
"Moreover, it is the custom of the Americanos a habit of my friend Roberto a necessity of his existence and so recognized of his friends. Patience and courage, Senor Jenkinson. Stay ah, I comprehend! you have of a possibility a wife?" "No, I'm a widower," said Jenkinson sharply. "Then I congratulate you. My friend Roberto would have kissed her. It is also of his habit. Truly you have escaped much.
"You will promise me that?" "I do!" "Then we shall see what can be done. They talk, those Americanos," continued the priest, "of making their way up the coast to Punta St. Jago, where the ship they have already sent for to take them away can approach the shore; and the Comandante has orders to furnish them escort and transport to that point.
If Pachuca has come this far, he means business. We had better be on our way to meet him." "Yes, that's so. Our horses are not strong enough to carry double, either. We'll leave the Americanos with Manuel Soria and pay him to keep them for a few days until we know what we want to do with them, eh?" "Not bad," agreed Cortes. "Manuel is a good deal of a fool but his woman is smart.
They find that the Spanish races of Central America have learned bitter lessons from the loss of Texas. They know of the brutal conquest of California. The cry of "Muerte los Americanos!" rings from Tucson to Darien. The labors of conquest are harder now for the self-elected generalissimos of these robber bands.
"That's about it," answered Tom shortly. He did not want to encourage too much familiarity on the part of the contractor. "So, no siestas if you please, Senor Delazes. We can all siesta to-night." "Ah, you Americanos!" exclaimed the Mexican with a shrug of his shoulders. He stroked his shiny black moustache. "You are ever so on the alert! Always moving.
"You made me promise I would not forget them for the Americanos who were here. Good! That was years ago! I am older now. I have seen many Americans. Well, I am still free!" He caught her hand, and raised it to his lips with a gesture almost devotional. His eyes softened; as the exaltation of passion passed, his voice dropped into the querulousness of privileged age.
The track lay through a spacious grassy valley, with the Americanos River winding along it, on our left hand. At first, the stream was nearly two miles distant from the track of our caravan, but as we advanced we approached its banks more nearly. The country was pleasant, consisting of a succession of small hills and valleys, diversified here and there by groves of tall oak trees.
He wanted to laugh, but the solemn little figure, prostrate before the man, made him say quietly: "Piang, get up, I want you to talk to him." Timidly the boy raised his eyes to his august lord; another grunt seemed to give Piang permission, for he rose and faced Lewis. "What you want Piang to say? Be careful. He not like joke and might chop off Americanos."
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