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Updated: May 21, 2025
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.
The papers were made out, and off he went, after giving me a hearty hand-shake that warranted he would come out right when he became accustomed to the new country; but he took something with him which it hurt me to part with. Frands is long since in Florida, growing up with the country, and little Yette is a young woman.
"Adios, my frands! And may you always be so 'appy like what I 'ave make you!" He was gone. They heard the horses trotting away; and even in that moment of blinding and almost unendurable happiness, they were conscious of a tinge of sorrow. For when would they ever see Pancho Lopez again?
When I am chase by ze ranger what I follow, I sink for myself eight o'clock she soon come. Suppose moggidge of my frands he meet wiz accident? Would never do!" He waved his arms. "So I goes and pays 'er myself!" He handed Gilbert a paper. Gilbert could not believe his eyes. "What's that?" he wanted to know. "Ees recipe," Lopez affirmed. "But where did you get the money?"
The officer of the Children's Aid Society who had brought him explained that Frands that was his name had been in the society's care five months and over. They had found him drifting in the streets, and, knowing whither that drift set, had taken him in charge and sent him to one of their lodging-houses, where he had been since, doing chores and plodding about in his dull way.
And old man Smith started to break in once more; but Lopez went on: "Is it true?" "What makes you think so?" Gilbert wanted to know. "It is in her eyes and yours," the Mexican stated. "I shall miss her. She is very beautiful. However, what is one woman between frands?" He laughed a bitter laugh. "You shall have her." Uncle Henry cried out: "But he can't have her. She's married."
Then the officer pulled my sleeve. He had coughed once or twice, but neither of us had heard him. Now he held out a paper he had brought, with an apologetic gesture. It was an agreement Frands was to sign, if he was going to Florida. I glanced at it. Florida? Yes, to be sure; oh, yes, Florida. I spoke to the officer, and it was in the Jutland dialect. I tried again, with no better luck.
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