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Updated: September 1, 2025
As the Mexican took it awkwardly with his left hand, still watching Rennie glassily over the brim, the latter used fluent Spanish, only a word or two of which Drew understood. The man grunted and then was assailed by Chino in a hotter flow of his native tongue, until Rennie silenced the vaquero’s outburst with a wave of hand and spoke again.
Then two solemn individuals were introduced as experts to decide whether Chino was a man of colour, or, as the prosecution passionately maintained, a noble, great-minded and patriotic California member of the Caucasian race. "Gentlemen," the court addressed this pair, "is there any infallible method by which your science is able to distinguish between a nigger and a white man?"
These two classes of traders took out, in the main, the money and carabaos of the Igorot, and the Spaniard's coffee, cocoa, and money. To-day no comerciante from the coast dares venture farther inland than Sagada. Of the tradesmen the Chinese did not apparently affect the trade language at all, since the Chino commonly employs the Ilokano language.
He forded the river at a gallop, and, with the water dripping from his very hat-brim, drove labouring under the farther slope. Then he drew rein with a cry of bewilderment and apprehension. The lights of Iowa Hill were not two hundred yards distant. He had covered the whole distance from the mine, and where was Chino?
The four bearers were dirty and were chewing betel-nut as they trudged along under their burden. Behind them came the dead man's son, apparelled in a pair of blue denim trousers. His body, naked to the waist, was glistening brown after a bath, and he carried under one arm a fresh laundered camisa, or Chino shirt, of white muslin, to be put on when he reached the church.
To the southward was found a road, well-traveled in those days, that led from the Fort Mohave ferry to Prescott. But Prescott, then the capital, was left to one side and a direct route was taken from Chino Valley, through Peeples Valley and Wickenburg, to Phoenix.
And then it was that a wail rose into the night, a wail of agony and mortal apprehension: "Signor Lockwude, Signor Lockwude, for the love of God, don't shoot! 'Tis I Chino Zavalla."
That brick ought to go in to-night just the same, hey?" "Oh of a surety, of a surety." Chino spoke in Spanish. "Now I don't want to let any one else take my place you never can tell the beggars will talk. Not all like you, Chino." "Gracias, signor. It is an honour." "Do you think you can manage alone? I guess you can, hey? No reason why you couldn't." Chino shut his eyes tight and put up a palm.
Lockwood took the brick from the safe, strapped it into the mail-bag, and Chino, swinging it across his shoulders, was gone, leaving Lockwood to hop back to the sofa, there to throw himself down and face once more his trouble. What made it harder for Lockwood just now was that even on that very day, in spite of all precaution, in spite of all good resolutions, he had at last seen Felice.
So the Chino ranch and more recently Lucky Baldwin's broad acres have yielded.
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