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I didn't get the horse under control till I was out of sight of those surveyors, and then I let him run home." "Nell, I guess you punished the fellow enough. Maybe he's only a conceited softy. But I don't like that sort of thing. It isn't Western. I guess he won't be so smart next time. Any fellow would remember being hit by Blanco Jose. If you'd been up on Diablo we'd have to bury Mr. Chase."
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Then the scene vanished from before Jim's eyes, and he knew that his own future was about to be presented to him. He saw himself once more back on board the Blanco Encalada, and knew that that ship, together with another Chilian vessel, was engaged in a fierce fight with a Peruvian ironclad, the name of which was hidden from him.
It ran down at right angles to the Rio Blanco. Along the edge of this Harshaw rode till he found an easier descent. He drove the leaders into the ravine and started them up the other side of the trough to the mesa beyond. The cattle crowded so close that some of them were forced down the bed of the gorge instead of up the opposite bank.
It was a gesture which seemed to submit in evidence all the palpitating colors of Capri sunning herself among her rocks: all the sparkle and glitter of the Bay of Naples spreading away to the nebulous line where Ischia bulked herself in mist against the horizon: all the majesty of the cone where the fires of Vesuvius lay sleeping. Across the table Sir Manuel Blanco shrugged his broad shoulders.
"The more charming, Monsieur!" exclaimed the guest, whose mood after a pleasing day was mellow and complacent. Blanco waved Monsieur Breuillard to an easy chair and pointed out cigars. As chance would have it, he stood before the door, which he had just closed. "By the way Your Grace " He broke off abruptly to mark the effect of the title on the other man.
I could take you cruising for a few knots, and let you test her sailing qualities, returning in abundant time for dinner and the amusements of the evening." Louis gave the matter a moment's reflection, then declared that the programme was delightful. He would not be engaged until the evening. Blanco laughed uproariously. "It is most amusing," he declared.
I sent for you to ask you whether you have leisure to accompany me on an enterprise which may involve danger. It's only fair to warn you." Blanco laughed. "Who reads mañana?" he demanded, seating himself on the edge of the table, and busying his fingers with the deft rolling of a cigarette. "The toreador does not question the Prophets. I am at your disposition. But the streets of Cadiz await us.
He saw the green alfalfa fields, and Belding's white horses, looking very small and motionless. He pleased himself by imagining he could pick out Blanco Sol. Then his gaze swept on to the river. Indeed, he realized now why some one had named it Forlorn River. Even at this season when it was full of water it had a forlorn aspect.
He started off down the trail leading Diablo. Again the white line stretched slowly out. Gale fell in behind. A bench of ground, covered with sparse greasewood, sloped gently down to the deep, wide arroyo of Forlorn River. Blanco Sol shied a few feet out of the trail. Peering low with keen eyes, Gale made out three objects a white sombrero, a blanket, and a Mexican lying face down.
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