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They walked very slowly and the crowd fell back on either side as the litter-bearers progressed. Benito's heart stood still a moment. "Is he ?" the question formed reluctantly upon his lips. But David Broderick, standing by, reassured him. "No, not dead. Thank Heaven! They're taking him to more comfortable quarters. A room in the Montgomery Block.
"A daughter of the mur " Adrian began. He broke the telltale word in two: "Of James Burthen Benito's partner." "Ah, then you know my brother," Inez hailed her eagerly. She took the girl's hands in her own and pressed them. "You must tell us all about him quickly. We have waited long for news." "You are Mr. Windham's sister?" cried the girl almost incredulously.
Former Marshal Doane of Vigilante fame was chosen as chief of police. Broderick was the Windhams' guest at their new home on Powell street overlooking the bay when Benito's clerk brought them news of the election. "Every reform candidate wins by a landslide," cried the youth enthusiastically. "I cast my first vote today, Mr.
"No, the prisoners are safe," returned Coleman, "though they had a close enough shave, I'll admit." He laid a hand upon Benito's shoulder and there came a twinkle to his eyes. "Our young friend here had an inspiration better than a hundred muskets. He sent Ed Baker out to charm them with his tongue." It was June on the rancho Windham.
Besides, here are both men and horses both food and drink in one place; it is not likely they have gone away from a spot that promises to furnish them with both. No, I warrant you, they are still in the neighbourhood." At this moment the cry of the jaguar was heard once more, proving the correctness of Benito's judgment.
Finally, Benito's bid of fifty seemed to win. Then McTurpin shouted, "Fifty-five!" Brannan waited for a moment. There were no more bids. "Sold to Benito Windham for fifty dollars," he announced. "Curse you!" cried the gambler, pushing forward, "you heard me bid higher, Sam Brannan!" Into his path stepped the tall figure of Robert Windham.
Other men, under Benito's personal direction, were isolating the best animals and sending them back to the pasture. It was an animated scene, one fitted to rouse enthusiasm in any plainsman, for the stock was fat and healthy; there were many calves, and the incessant, rumbling complaint of the herd was blood-stirring.
They passed down into the cellar by a short ladder, and Mariquita found herself in a dimly-lighted cavernous den, hot and stifling, at one end of which glowed the grate below the oven. "Joe! Joe!" repeated Benito's voice, and Mariquita, with difficulty, made out his figure lying on a heap of rags in a corner of the cellar.
Benito's face grew black as thunder at this unequivocal reply. "Don't mind her, my son," said the old man. "She has lost her senses: the evil one has bitten her." "Say, rather, one of those accursed red-coats," interposed his wife, "who has cast a spell over her. I thought I saw him at the garden just now. If I was only certain " "Silly girl, beware!" cried Benito, with bitter meaning.
But for Maria, the life at the mission was not unlike that they had been accustomed to in their former Mexican home. California was Mexico in those days, and the life greatly similar. About two years after Benito's arrival at San Buenaventura, a dreadful misfortune befell Father Uria, in the death of his largest and finest cat San Francisco.
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