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Francisco's heart was softened; if not repentance, there was at least contrition. 'Indeed I pity you, replied Francisco. 'You must do more, Francisco; you must be friends with me, said Cain, again extending his hand. 'I cannot take that hand, it is too deeply dyed in blood, replied Francisco. 'Well, well, so would have said your mother.
By and by the parade began, led by Captain Stevenson. It was a straggling military formation that toiled up-hill through the sand toward Portsmouth Square. These men were from the byways and hedges of life. Some of them had shifty eyes and some bold, predatory glances which forebode nothing good for San Francisco's peace.
His father, Gonzalo Pizarro, was a colonel of infantry, and served with some distinction in the Italian campaigns under the Great Captain, and afterwards in the wars of Navarre. His mother, named Francisca Gonzales, was a person of humble condition in the town of Truxillo.2 But little is told of Francisco's early years, and that little not always deserving of credit.
He found that the tide had turned more in Francisco's favour than he had expected; the law of "Blood for blood" was held most sacred: indeed, it was but the knowledge that it was solemnly recognised, and that, if one pirate wounded another, the other was at liberty to take his life, without punishment, which prevented constant affrays between parties, whose knives would otherwise have been the answer to every affront.
"What if I don't?" "Then the Father Superior will." "I believe you know Francisco's secret already," said the girl, boldly. "Perhaps." "Then, Mother of God! Senor Crancho, what do you want?" "I do not want to separate two such good friends as you and Francisco." "Perhaps you'd like to claim us both," said the girl, with a sneer that was not devoid of coquetry. "I should be delighted."
Francisco could easily distinguish the pirate captain from the other men, who also were swimming for the beach; for Cain was far ahead of them, and as he gained nearer to the shore he was shut from Francisco's sight by the ridge of rocks. Francisco, anxious for his safety, climbed up the rocks and was watching.
San Francisco's Stock and Exchange Board, the leading of the three such institutions, had quarters in the Montgomery block. Electric telegraphs, which flashed its stock quotations round the world, made it a money power in London, Paris and New York. Benito had a home now in South Park, the city's new, exclusive residence section.
On a certain morning in the spring of the year, the three men who were known as the Three Black Crows called at the office of "The President of the Pacific and Oriental Flotation Company," situated in an obscure street near San Francisco's water-front.
The appearance of the fair girl, who looked round her with alarm, created a great sensation. As soon as she was sufficiently composed, she was sworn, and gave her evidence as to Francisco's behaviour during the time that she was a prisoner on board of the Avenger. She produced the packet which had saved the life of Francisco, and substantiated a great part of his defence.
San Francisco's mercantile community equaled the best, the stores and shops were as beautiful as anywhere in the world and proportionately as well patronized. Theatres, music halls, restaurants, hotel bars and the like were ablaze with lights at night, and patronized by a gay throng. Sutro's bath, near the Cliff House, was a species of entertainment unequaled anywhere.
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