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The Indians stood their ground, fitting their arrows with swift dexterity, encouraged by Anastacio, who glided from point to point like a hungry cobra, discharging two arrows to every man's one. His only hope was to keep the Californians at long range until losses compelled the latter to retreat: at close quarters arrows would be no match for firearms. The battle began at five in the morning.
It ain't the head ails him. This isn't such a deep cut; it oughtn't to put him out. Just happened to strike a vein." He bound up the cut with the deftness of experience. "I hit him under the jaw," observed Pringle. "That's what did the business for him. He'll be around directly." Anastacio looked up at Pringle; measureless contempt was in his eyes.
The sheriff came back alone, black as thunder him and Dick rode off together " The sheriff sprang to his feet, his heavy face bloated and blotched with terror. "He cursed me; he tried to pull his gun!" he wailed. His eyes protruded, glaring; one hand clutched at his throat, the other spread out before him as he tottered, stumbling. "Oh, my God!" he sobbed. "That will do nicely," said Anastacio.
Simultaneously Pringle's tilted chair came down to its four legs and Pringle sat poised, his weight on the balls of his feet, ready for a spring. The sheriff paused midway of a step; his mottled face grew ashen. A gurgle very like a smothered chuckle came from Anastacio. Creagan flung himself into the breach. "Aw, Matt, let's have the girl in here.
See, here comes some more pussy-foot posse three, six, eleven hungry men. Have they got Foy? No; they have not got Foy. Is he up? He is up. Look who's here too! Good old Applegate and Brother Espalin. I wonder now if they're goin' to give me the cut direct, like Creagan did? You notice, Mr. Breslin." The horsemen rode into the corral. "No; don't go, Sheriff," said Anastacio.
"Who's going to stop me?" Anastacio, in his turn, brought his chair to the floor, at the same time unclasping his hands from behind his head. "I'll do that little thing, Sheriff," he announced mildly. "Miss Vorhis has already told us that she has not seen Foy since yesterday noon. That is quite sufficient." Silence. "This makes me fidgety. Somebody say something, quick anything!" begged Pringle.
Upon reaching Fillmore, I dispatched Anastacio at once to Fort Bliss, informing Colonel Magoffin, of the result of our expedition, and asking him to send an ambulance through to Chihuahua with Juanita, in charge of Anastacio.
At this post we found Colonel Jim Magoffin, the owner of the train with which we had travelled from San Antonio; and, upon conferring with him, he informed me that Anastacio, who had been captured with Hal, was an old scout who had been in his employ for years.
But vaguely: the quiet, feathery young redwoods told no tales. Then his eye fell upon his dead brother. He turned and fled. "They will not enter the forest," said Anastacio; "and when I am ready they will fight, not before. Have you pencil and paper, senor?" Roldan produced a treasured note-book that a relative had brought him from Boston. "Write," said the chief; and he dictated:
"Of course I shall not; but tell me, do you think there is danger?" "We have one rather bright young Indian there are about a dozen exceptions in all California, and they are treacherous. His name is Anastacio, and he has great influence with the other Indians.
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