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Willie was beaming benignantly through his glasses, while both Carara and Cloudy showed their heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Blake. Now we'll show up that shave-tail Centipede crowd for what it is." "Wait!" Speed checked the outburst. "I'll consent upon conditions. I'll run, provided you can arrange the race for an 'unknown." "What does that mean?" Helen asked.
Some raw eggs and a good strong vegetable " "Onions?" "Fine! We'll save him yet!" "We'll get the grub." "And he'll eat it!" Willie nodded firmly. Stover issued another order, this time to Carara. "You 'n Cloudy butcher the wildest four-year-old you can find. If you can't get close enough to rope him, shoot him, and bring in a hind quarter. It's got to be here in time for breakfast." "Si, Senor!"
A musical tinkle of silver spurs sounded in the distance, and around the corner of the cook-house opposite came Carara, the Mexican, his wide, spangled sombrero tipped rakishly over one ear, a corn-husk cigarette drooping from his lips.
"Why, she was actually flirting with that Chinaman." "Mariedetta flirts with every man she can find," said Jean, calmly, "but she doesn't mean any harm. She'll marry Carara some time if he doesn't kill her." "Kill her!" Miss Blake's eyes were round. "He wouldn't do that!" "Indeed, yes. He is a Mexican, and he has a terrible temper." Miss Blake sank back into the hammock. "How perfectly dreadful!
At this point the speaker fell into ungovernable hysteria and exploded, rocking back and forth, slapping his thighs and hiccoughing with enjoyment. Willie followed him, as did Carara. Even Cloudy showed his teeth, and the two young people on the porch found themselves joining in from infection.
"Well, I don't blame 'em none for omittin' that war- dance. It ain't got the class of them other pieces. While it's devised to suit the intellect of an Injun, perhaps; it ain't in the runnin' with The Holy City, which tune is the sweetest and sacredest ever sung." Carara paused with a hand upon the neck of his cayuse. "Eet is not so fine as The Baggage Car in Front," he declared.
My waiting women, when dressing and undressing me, used to fall into an ecstasy, whether they viewed me before or behind; how glad would the gentlemen have been to perform that office for them! "I was affianced to the most excellent Prince of Massa Carara. Such a prince! as handsome as myself, sweet-tempered, agreeable, brilliantly witty, and sparkling with love.
He'd be flyin' in the face of Providence." But this comforting conclusion wavered again, when Berkeley Fresno, who had awaited their report, scoffed openly. "He can't run! If he could run he'd be running. I tell you, he can't run as fast as a sheep can walk." "Senor, you see those beautiful medal he have?" expostulated Carara. "Sure," agreed Willie. "His brisket was covered with 'em.
"Don't you want anything to eat?" he inquired, when Larry made no move to depart for the cook-house. "No." "Not hungry, eh?" "I'm hungry enough to eat a plush cushion, but " "What?" "Mary!" "Mariedetta?" "Sure. She's been chasin' me again. If somebody don't side-track that Cuban, I'll have to lick Carara." He sighed. "I told you we'd ought to tin-can it out of here. Now it's too late."
The Mex here would do murder for that saddle," Carara nodded, and breathed something in his own tongue. "I have parted with my honor, and Willie is gamblin' just as high." "But I notice Mr. Willie still has his revolver." "Sure I got it!" Willie laughed, abruptly. "And I don't give it up till we lose, neither. That's the understandin'." His voice was surprisingly harsh for one so high-pitched.
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