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Updated: June 20, 2025
I was going to ask you to step upstairs and tell Señorita Seymour that General Culvera will be delighted to have her join us at luncheon. But, of course, since your leg troubles you " "It's a heap better already, general. You're giving me good medicine." "Ah! I think you know the lady's room. But perhaps I had better call a peon." The eyes of the cowpuncher were bright. "Now, don't you, general.
A smile both gay and sardonic danced in his eyes. Thus does untimely mirth in the hour of danger drive away a sober, prayerful gravity from the mien of such light-hearted sons of nature as Stephen Yeager. Harrison stood blinking in the doorway, having just come out from the untempered sunlight in the street. He shook hands with the general, with Culvera, and then his glance fell upon the American.
Pasquale was at breakfast with one of his lieutenants, a slender young man with black sleek hair who sat with his back to the door. From the first moment that his eyes fell upon that lithe, graceful figure the American knew that presently he would be looking into the face of Ramon Culvera. A chill shudder passed through him for an instant. If the gambler recognized him he was lost.
The man who had opened the pot dropped out. "Enough's a-plenty. Me, I got no business trailing along with you hyenas," he explained. "Different here," commented the boy. "My cards look good enough for another hike." Culvera examined his hand carefully, met the raise, and picked up the deck. The Mexican with the scar interposed. "But one moment, señor. Let us make it a good pot."
Ramon shrugged his shoulders. "I told you Pasquale was a barbarian. The trouble is he was a peon. He took what he wanted." "Her name is Ruth Seymour. She's a fine girl, captain. You'll save her, of course, and see that she gets home," continued Steve. "I have the promise of General Culvera to see her and your friends safe to Arixico," replied Girard.
A thousand apologies to your Uncle Sam. Oh, yes! Ver' sorry. Too late to mend, but then have we not shot the foolish peon who made the mistake in regard to Señors Farrar and Threewit? Yes, indeed." Culvera tossed off his genial prophecy with the politest indifference. The prisoners read in his words a threat, sinister and scarcely veiled.
But as yet Culvera had not taken the trouble to turn. He was eating a banana indolently and stray Gringos did not greatly interest him. "You want to see me, señor," demanded Pasquale in Spanish. "I'm out of a job thought maybe you could give me something to do. I met Tom Neal. He figured you might." "In the army? Do you want to fight?"
"Everything fixed for to-night?" "Far as it can be. We've just got to take a big chance and trust to luck being with us," answered Steve. "Guess you'll have to make your own luck. I spoke to Pasquale about a game here to-night. He grabbed at the bait. Said he would bring Culvera and Ochampa. I'll make a long session of it so as to give you all the time you need."
There'll be nothing left for you to do but burn the wind." Frank swallowed hard. "What Steve says goes with me, Billie." "Good." Yeager turned briskly to the business in hand. "We might as well be on our way, boys. There's no hurry, because I want Pasquale and Culvera to get settled at their game. But I reckon we'll drift along easy like."
Yeager accepted it as settled that he was doomed. But what about his friends? What of Threewit and Farrar? And, above all, what of Ruth? Would Culvera think it necessary to extend his vengeance to them? Or would prudence stay his hand after he had executed the chief offender? Culvera was a good politician.
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