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Ramon shrugged his shoulders. "I told you Pasquale was a barbarian. The trouble is he was a peon. He took what he wanted." "Her name is Ruth Seymour. She's a fine girl, captain. You'll save her, of course, and see that she gets home," continued Steve. "I have the promise of General Culvera to see her and your friends safe to Arixico," replied Girard.
His harsh face softened a little as he stepped forward and kissed her. "Maybe I do, but maybe I like to hear you say so. Girl, I've come to take you with me." "With you? Where?" Alarm was in the eyes that flashed to meet his. "To Noche Buena." "But what for?" "Ain't it reason enough that I want you to go? We can get married at Arixico to-night."
The Mexican adventurer announced a decision he had come to that very instant, one to which the inconvenient arrival of the envoy from the President of the United States had driven him. "I am making arrangements to have them all three taken safely back to Arixico. Between you and me, captain, old Pasquale was something of a savage.
Steve was inclined to think she was probably some one of the man's dubious acquaintances from Arixico. But of this he intended to make sure. He passed quietly up the alley and into the yard back of the big house the insurgent general had appropriated for his headquarters. A light was shining from one of the back upper rooms.
"There's another scene where you save Maisie by jumping from your horse to a wild steer that's pursuing her. You'll have to twist its head and throw the brute after you straddle it." "All right. When you want to pull it off?" "We can do the stirrup one to-day, before you go if you still want to go." "Got an answer yet from Arixico?" "Just got it. Mendoza's still alive, but mighty badly hurt.
It was after sunset when they drew up at a feed corral in Arixico. Steve looked after his horse and sauntered down the little adobe street to a Chinese restaurant which ostentatiously announced itself as the "New York Cafe." This side of the business street was in the territory of Uncle Sam, the other half floated the Mexican flag.
That could come later when they had put many miles between them and Arixico. They led their horses out of the stable and swung to the saddles not a minute too soon. A man came running toward them. "Hold on," he called. "Just a moment. I'm the sheriff. They say a man has been killed." The fugitives put spurs to their broncos. The animals jumped to a canter. Over his shoulder Steve looked back.
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