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She leaned toward him, smiling, her fugitively sweet, tantalizing smile; and, oblivious of the others, Seagreave caught her to him as if he would hold her against the world. And, seeing this, Bob Flick turned and walked down the hill with never a backward glance. Not so Gallito; his eyes had darkened, those fierce hawk's eyes; his face was livid.
"Oh, yes, I am staying for that, just to satisfy a little curiosity I've got, and I guess I'll find it safe enough. I guess you've been playing with kids so far in your career, Miss Pearl Gallito; but you'll find that the old man's not quite so easy disposed of as you think.
He was careful, though, not to mention his hopes until near midnight, when Gallito's normally harsh mood was greatly softened not only by winning the final game, which José invariably permitted now, but also by the mellowing influence of his bland, old cognac. Then Gallito would embark on an argument, determined to convince José of the wild folly of his desire.
Supper over, Gallito ensconced his two feminine visitors in easy chairs and took one himself, while José, with noiseless deftness, cleared away the remains of food. Pearl had wandered to the window and, drawing the curtain aside, stood gazing out into the featureless, black expanse of the night. "Quite a few things has happened since I saw you last, Gallito," said Mrs.
He might gaze his fill through the peep-hole there, but under no circumstances was he to be seen in the body of the hall. But these conditions, as Gallito pointed out, were entirely dependent on Pearl. It was a question whether she would tolerate José for a whole evening in her dressing room. At first she flatly refused to do so and turned a persistently deaf ear to José's pleading.
"In that case they will not go far," returned Gallito and rubbed his hands. His reply had been quick and sharp as the beat of a hammer on an anvil; but now he spoke more softly: "But will she go at all, my friend? You, like myself, have ever played for high stakes.
Their debate continued for several evenings and finally ended, as José meant it should, in Gallito giving a reluctant consent, under certain conditions which he insisted should be rigidly carried out. He admitted that it was unlikely that any suspicion would be aroused in the village.
She smiled and bridled a little, evidently well pleased. "Has Pearl told you that her Pop'll probably be down to-day?" she leaned across Hanson to speak to Flick. "No, is that so?" he asked in his smooth, pleasant tones. "Where are the mines that Mr. Gallito is interested in?" asked Hanson, determined to keep in the conversation. "Up in Colina." It was Mrs. Gallito that spoke.
So, long ago, working secretly and overtime in the Mont d'Or, he hollowed out a small chamber. It is above one of the unworked stopes and its entrance defies detection." "But are you sure?" she interjected earnestly. "Have you seen it yourself?" "Yes, I was with José the first time Gallito showed it to him.
She had been used to strange company all her life, and ever since her childhood, on her brief visits to her father's cabin, she had been accustomed to his cronies, lean, brown, scarred pirates and picaroons, full of strange Spanish oaths. "You will not mention this in letters to your mother," ordered Gallito, glooming at her with fierce eyes. "You know her. Caramba!
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