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They had seen nothing of any stranger in the valley except himself, but they dropped casually the news that the Rutherfords had been going in and out of Chicito Cañon a good deal during the past few days. "Chicito Cañon. That's a Mexican name, isn't it? Let's see. Just where is this gulch?" asked Beaudry. The old German pointed out of the window. "There it iss, mein friend.
Santa Fé is located on a plateau of ground which is about seven thousand feet above the level of the sea. The town itself contains about five or six thousand inhabitants which includes all races. It is built of adobes, or sun-burnt brick, and occupies both sides of a small stream which is called the Rio Chicito and which flows into the Rio Grande nearly twenty miles from the town.
I'll see you get well paid," she promised, and the inflection of the words was an entreaty. "You will, eh?" "Anything you want," she hurried on. "Name it. If we can give it to you, I promise it." His drunken brain was functioning slowly. This was the girl who had betrayed him up in Chicito Cañon, the one who had frustrated his revenge at Hart's.
I'll let you alone, like I promised Jeff I would. You Rutherfords have got no call to object to being starved, anyhow. Whad you do to Dave Dingwell in Chicito?" After all, she was only a girl in spite of her little feminine ferocities and her pride and her gameness. She had passed through a terrible experience, had come out of it to apparent safety and had been thrown back into despair.
At each of them he said, "Have another," and followed his own advice to show good faith. On one of these voyages from port to port the bad man from Chicito Cañon sighted a tall, lean-flanked, long-legged brown man. He was crossing the street so that the party came face to face with him at the apex of a right angle.
You pass by on the road and there iss no way in no arroyo, no gulch, no noddings but aspens. But there iss, shust the same, a trail. Through my pasture it leads." "Anybody live up Chicito? I want everybody in the park to get a chance to buy a Dynamo Aermotor before I leave." "A man named Meldrum. My advice iss let him alone." "Why?" Rothgerber shook a pudgy forefinger in the air.
The owner of the horse ranch left his mount in the Rothgerber corral and passed through the pasture on foot to Chicito. Half an hour later he dropped into the jacal of Meldrum. He found the indomitable Dingwell again quizzing Meldrum about his residence at Santa Fe during the days he wore a striped uniform. The former convict was grinding his teeth with fury.
His intuition told him that the trail up Chicito Cañon would lead him to the captive cattleman. Twice he skirted the dark gash of the ravine at the back of the pasture, but each time his heart failed at the plunge into its unknown dangers.
She turned up the gulch instead of down. Reluctantly he followed her. Beulah Interferes They felt their way up in the darkness. The path was rough and at first pitch-black. After a time they emerged from the aspens into more open travel. Here were occasional gleams of light, as if the moon stood tip-toe and peered down between the sheer walls of Chicito to the obscure depths below. Beulah led.
Help!" pleaded the Coloradoan of the young man. "He means that I've unloaded this corral full of Texas dinosaurs on him at nineteen a throw." explained Dave. "You've made a good bargain," Beaudry told the buyer. "'Course he has, and he knows it." Dingwell opened on Roy his gay smile. "I hear you've had a run-in with the bad man of Chicito Cañon, son." Roy looked at the Denver man reproachfully.
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