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Castro's blood felt chilly in his limbs, but instead of planting his knife in his breast, he spoke up to ask them where, supposing he consented, they wished to conduct him. "To Manuel our captain. He would like to embrace you before you die," said El Rubio, advancing a stride nearer, his gun to his shoulder. "Get up! March!"
Castro's ferocity was so remarkable that for a moment it struck me as put on. There was no necessity for it. We were meek and silent enough, only poor Major Cowper muttered: "My wife and child. . . ." The ragged brown men were pouring on deck from below; their arms full of bundles. Half a dozen of them started to pull off the main hatch tarpaulin. Up aloft the crew looked down with scared eyes.
"But Meester Ashby 'e know too much 'ees men everywhere searched the camp no safa 'ere now. To-norrow " Castro stopped short; the next instant with a joyful gleam in his eyes he cried out: "Maestro!" "Castro's right, Girl," said Johnson, who had waked and heard the Mexican's last words; "it is not safe a moment more here, and I must go."
I could have opened my veins for her without hesitation, if it had not been a forbidden sacrifice. Would they go? I asked myself. Through Castro's heroism or through his weakness, perhaps through both the heroism and the weakness of that man, they must be satisfied. They must be. I could not doubt it; I could not believe it. Everything seemed improbable; everything seemed possible.
Why do you come here?" Castro's face wore an air of candour as he replied: "To tell the Señor Sheriff I know where ees Ramerrez." Rance turned on the prisoner a grim look. "You lie!" he vociferated, at the same time raising his hand to check the angry mutterings of the men that boded ill for the greaser.
Then, resuming his briskness, he bantered, "So you don't want to go to England, Mr. Castro? No friends there? Sus. per col., and that sort of thing?" Castro, contemptuous, staring straight away, nodded impatiently. "But this gentleman you are so devoted to is going to England to his friends." Castro's arms shook under the mantle falling all round him straight from the neck.
Of a sudden he was aroused to a consciousness, at least, of their danger by Castro's warning: "By to-morrow's twilight you must be safe in your rancho." The road agent shook his head determinedly. "No, we raid on." Castro was visibly excited. "There are a hundred men on your track." Johnson smiled. "Oh, one minute's start of the devil does me, Jose."
Two women were kissing, with little cries, near the hatchway. I could hear them distinctly. Tomas Castro dropped his ragged cloak with a grandiose gesture. "By my hand!" he added with difficulty. He was really very much alarmed. Carlos was gazing up the hatch. I was ready to laugh at the idea of dying by Tomas Castro's hand while, within five feet of me, people were laughing and kissing.
Well, I allus did say you was a remarkable kid, Rolly. However, this is the way the case stands now. Alvarado's mad as hops to be ousted for a furriner, so to speak, and Castro's been bilin' fur some time, because General Vallejo's been promoted ahead of him. So the two on 'em determined on a revolution.
A languor had come over them above, as if their passion had been exhausted; as if their hearts had been saddened by an unbridled debauch. There was, however, their everlasting quarrelling. Several of them, I understood, left the camp for the schooner, but avoiding the road by the ravine as if Castro's dead body down there had made it impassable. And the talk went on late into the night.
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