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Now," and there was a fire in his eyes that could deceive no one, "you hear me? One two ..." "Don't shoot!" cried the bandit. And he laughed outright, almost doubling up with mirth. "It was a trick?" Gilbert asked, beginning to see light. "Si. Ah, my frand, I 'ave make ze man from you at last! Fine man what would kill for 'is woman!" He patted him on the shoulder.
"Well, what do you know about that!" young Jones shouted. He was as surprised and happy as the bandit himself. This man, whom he never thought to see again in his whole life was standing here, in his own adobe. "Now you know me!" Pancho went on. "Ah! my frand! 'Ow glad I am for to see you some more! Pedro! Venustiano! Ees my friend! Sabbe! Orders like my own! Serve 'im as you would me!"
"So, if you do not marry soon, it will be too late." "What's that?" she looked up, not able to believe she had understood. "Now, my frand 'ere, 'e wish to marry wiz you. Why, I do not know." Lopez grinned broadly. He knew this would be the last stroke. He was right. "Oh!" gasped Angela. "Shall he come wiz me to Mexico," the bandit piled it on, "I will give 'im planty wives, young, beautiful...."
"Rob 'im? Rob my frand?" Lopez repeated. "Ain't you?" Uncle Henry cried. The bandit looked at him, wonder in his eyes. "No! Ciertamente no!" "Hooray!" the old man yelled, and would have risen in his chair could he have done so. "Say, who the 'ell is that?" said Lopez, addressing himself to Gilbert. "He's my uncle," young Jones answered. "Uncle?" the bandit said, unbelieving.
You go to ze war, per'aps, like my frand, Señor Jones?" "I was in Washington," Pell winced. "A dollar-a-year man." "You use your money, your power, to escape ze war? So! You are not only a skindler, but a coward. While my frand fight, you stay to home, to torture ze woman, H'm! I see it all now. Nice boy, you!"
If there was one thing he liked, it was the possibility of trouble with prisoners. He knew how to bring them to terms. He had been doing it for years. Lopez got down to business. "Now, look here, Oncle Hennery: my frand 'ave borrow money which 'e 'ave lost? Is zat true?" "Yes, sir," answered Uncle Henry promptly, and happy to have been addressed so familiarly by the bandit.
When I got well, I find I do not enjoy my work, which are 'ard. Business? Business, she make me sick! I say for myself, 'What to do? Zen, suddenly I sink, 'I shall be soldado! Soldier which shall be giv ze 'orse, ze gun, ze woman, and nozzing to do but shoot a little sometimes! Ees a wonderful life, my frand!" The smoke of his cigarette curled to the ceiling.
But pretty damn soon when all shall go and leave you alone wiz 'er, you shall be sensible, too like Mexican. To live is more strong as law. Wait and see, my frand, wait and see!" He shook his head mysteriously. Pedro stepped forward. "Here is a pistol," he said to his master in Spanish. Lopez looked at him. "Ah, gratia, Pedro!" He took the weapon from him and patted him on the back.
Behind him, on a brown horse, was Pedro, his lieutenant the same monosyllabic Pedro, faithful unto death, and now as clean as a whistle. "Ah! my frand!" Pancho said, as he bowed again, "How glad am I to see you. You glad to see me, too, eh?" Lucia also had come to the door; likewise Angela but the latter was still a bit timid.
Aren't you just a little ashamed of yourself now, when you see how much we have been thinking of you?" Lopez hung his head. "Yes, my frand, I am ashamed." Then he looked around at all of them. "I love you very much. I dream of you often, an' I say to myself. 'Some day I go back there, an' see my old frands which I make so 'appy. But I bandit no more, an' travel I hate in trains. I reform.
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