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Later on the cousin thought he would like to present his friend with another cow, so applied to the prisoner for cow No. 2, and was this time refused. In order to take vengeance on the prisoner, the cousin denounced him to the civil guard lieutenant as a "bandit," and he was arrested and imprisoned as above. The prisoner was sixty years of age. Anastacio de Mesa.
Pull your freight up to the Bar Cross till we send for you." "Well if you think Pringle isn't running any risks I'll go." "We'll take care of Pringle. Guess we'll make him sheriff next fall, maybe just to keep Anastacio in his place. Drift!" "No sheriffin' for mine, thanks. Contracting is my line. Subcontracting!" "So long, boys! You know what I'd like to say.
"But I'll let Chris take my gun, on one condition." "What's that?" inquired Pringle. "Why, if you ain't busy next Saturday I'd like to have you call around about one o'clock, say and kick me good and hard." "Let him keep his gun. He called me a young fellow. And I don't want Breslin's, anyway. He's all right. Not to play any favorites, let Anastacio keep his.
"You are, for one thing, if you don't moderate your voice," said Anastacio. "Nueces, you bellow like the bulls of Bashan. Mr. Applegate, meet Mr. Pringle." "What does he mean, then, by such monkeyshines?" demanded the other old Nueces River, chief of police, ex-ranger, and, for this occasion, deputy sheriff. "I got no time for foolishness. And you can't run no whizzer on me, Barela.
"You don't mean to tell me there's any danger of anything like that?" said Breslin, staggered and aghast. "Every danger. That's an old gag the ley fuga." "You lie!" bawled Creagan. His six-shooter covered Anastacio. "That'll keep. Put up your gun, Bennie," said Anastacio with great composure. "Supper's most ready. Besides, the Barelas won't like it if you shoot me this way.
"We have not come to kill," said Anastacio, slowly and with great distinctness: the noise beyond the north gate had ceased. "You know that we never kill the priests, nor do we care for blood. We have come for the stores of the Mission all your great winter supply, except a small quantity which we will leave you that you may not suffer until you can get more. We are tired of this life.
"By that time, too, I shall know their numbers. If they are many I'll draw them into the mountains and fire from ambush. If few, they shall have open fight." "You will let us see it?" asked Roldan, eagerly. "Of course I cannot fight my own people; but I don't want to be sent to the pueblo, and I do want to see a fight." Anastacio hesitated. "Bueno," he said, "I owe you much.
He would be governor of the Californias, and make himself a good and great man, wiser than the idle caballeros who patronised him; he would teach them the folly of their useless lives. "Look," said Anastacio, abruptly. "We are here. It is a pueblo of my fathers, and will serve us now."
"Where did you go last night?" Adan demanded loudly. "I sat up talking to the priests and roaming about the square," replied Roldan. Anastacio was almost at his elbow. "Well, I had had sleep enough by twelve o'clock and I went into your cell, and then spent the rest of the night waiting for you to come back." "I hope breakfast is ready. Come."
Although he was tired and sleepy, he determined to remain in the church during mass, and knelt near the altar by a pillar where he could command a view of the nave. Almost the first to enter was Anastacio. He carried himself proudly like a warrior, thought Roldan and advancing to the altar bowed low, then knelt stiffly, his eyes closed.
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