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Then he ceased laughing, and with glinting gaze upon Madeline, insolent and vicious and savage, he began to drawl: "Wal now, my lady, I reckon your story, if it tallies with Bonita's an' Padre Marcos's, will clear Gene Stewart in the eyes of the court." Here he grew slower, more biting, sharper and harder of face.
"Help me! I so seek. They beat me, rope me, 'mos' keel me. Oh, help me, Senor Gene!" "Shut up, er I'll gag you," said the man who held Bonita's horse. "Muzzle her, Sneed, if she blabs again," called Hawe. Madeline felt something tense and strained working in the short silence. Was it only a phase of her thrilling excitement?
They spurred their mounts, wheeled, and galloped away. "Now, Nels, cut the gurl loose," ordered Monty. Nels ran forward, jerked the halter out of Sneed's hand, and pulled Bonita's horse in close to the porch. As he slit the rope which bound her she fell into his arms. "Hawe, git down!" went on Monty. "Face front an' stiff!"
But almost instantly, as a second glance showed an agony in Bonita's face, her bruised arms where the rope bit deep into the flesh, her little brown hands stained with blood, Madeline was overcome by pity for the unfortunate girl and a woman's righteous passion at such barbarous treatment of one of her own sex.
There were yellow flowers on that slope, the same kind she had in her hair the same kind that Apache girl wore hundreds of years ago when she led the padre to the gold-mine. "When I thought of that, an' saw Bonita's eyes, an' then heard the strange crack of rollin' rocks heard them rattle down an' roll an' grow faint I was some out of my head. But not for long.
They put their horses to the trail again. Crawford met them some miles nearer town. He had been unable to wait for their arrival. Neither he nor the children could restrain their emotion at sight of each other. Dave felt they might like to be alone and he left the party, to ride across to the tendejon with Bonita's bulldog revolver. That young woman met him in front of the house.
"Bonita's your wife!" ejaculated Stillwell. "Sure. We've been married for months," replied Danny, happily. "Gene Stewart did it. Good old Gene, he's hell on marryin'. I guess maybe I haven't come to pay him up for all he's done for me! You see, I've been in love with Bonita for two years. An' Gene you know, Bill, what a way Gene has with girls he was well, he was tryin' to get Bonita to have me."
The man looked at her a moment, murmured "Buenos, Bonita," and took a step as though to enter the house. Dave barred the way. The flash of apprehension in Bonita's face, her unnecessary repetition of the name, the man's questioning look at her, told Sanders that this was the person he wanted. "Just a minute, Otero. Where did you leave Miss Crawford?" The Mexican's eyes contracted.
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