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Arietta ran as far as she could go, and then she came in contact with the painted curtain. She did not know how to manipulate it, of course, so the best thing she could do was to reach for the bottom and lift it. This she did, and, much to her joy, it came up easily. A quick move and she had darted under it and was outside in the pass.
The villain found Arietta sitting on a box, over which some skins had been thrown to make it comfortable. The girl had not been tied, the villains evidently thinking that there was no danger of her escaping, as she was but a girl. But she was being closely watched, just the same, for those left to guard her could not help noticing that she was not afraid.
No end of good luck had followed them in their search for gold, and Arietta, the charming sweetheart of the dashing young deadshot, had the lead over them all, as far as making discoveries that were profitable to them were concerned.
Arietta seemed to regard this Piece of Raillery as an Outrage done to her Sex; as indeed I have always observed that Women, whether out of a nicer Regard to their Honour, or what other Reason I cannot tell, are more sensibly touched with those general Aspersions, which are cast upon their Sex, than Men are by what is said of theirs.
The lettering is good, I must say. And there is even a painted background something I did not notice last night, boys. A pale-blue background, with white letters. Well, that is all right!" "We have got to pay toll, I suppose, Arietta," said Jim, with a twinkle in his eye. "I said a minute or two ago that I would pay it, if any was demanded," she retorted. "Just leave that part to me."
Even the girls were always anxious to see him make a success of hunting down outlaws and bad men, no matter how much the danger was in doing it. They had become so used to it that they thought that Wild and his partners were simply following the natural law in doing such things. "I am glad you did not go into the place, Wild," Arietta said.
"I want to read that sign, Wild," spoke up Arietta, as she brought her horse to a halt. "Well, it was not painted by an ignorant man, anyhow. It is about the first sign, with so many letters to it, that I have seen spelled correctly in a little camp, like this, anyhow." "Oh, I reckon Cap Roche made the sign, all right, Et," replied our hero. "He seems to be a pretty smart man.
Arietta had heard enough to make her believe that her dashing young lover was not to be harmed for a while, for she had been listening when the men were talking about Cap Roche, and she had not failed to make note of it when they said that he was not due at the cave until some time after the hour of noon.
Had these sobs been born of weakness, all might have been well; but rage had mothered them, and thus her voice was in a very bad way. This morning she was noticeably hoarse, and there was a break in the arietta. No, she did not fret over this side of the calamity.
"I am of your opinion." "And you are right." He told me that he had never written an arietta without composing the music of it himself, but that as a general rule he never shewed his music to anyone. "The French," he added, "entertain the very strange belief that it is possible to adapt poetry to music already composed."
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