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He fell back frightened as Gallito half rose from his chair, and then, to his unbounded surprise, the Spaniard sat down again and softly rubbed his hands together. Hanson had a fleeting and most disturbing impression of the old man gloating over some secret and pleasant prospect.
"You are a blasphemer, Gallito," he reproved, and then added piously, "I say my prayers each day that I may, by example, help Saint Harry." "And why is Harry in need of your example?" said Gallito, holding up his glass between himself and the fire and watching the deep reflections of ruby light in the amber liquid. "It goes against me to see an unequal struggle," sighed José.
They're always wanting to be free, and they both got the strongest wills." "And does he ever bring his cut-throat friends here?" asked Hanson. "My, no!" cried Mrs. Gallito. "It wouldn't be safe." "I should think it would be as safe here as in the mountains." "He don't keep 'em there long, if they're wanted bad," whispered Mrs. Gallito. "He knows more than one secret trail over the mountains."
You step aside from that curtain, and, Bob Flick, my men have orders to wing you and Gallito both the minute you even start to throw your hands back." Gallito shrugged his shoulders and threw up his hands and Flick laughingly waved his in the air. "I guess you're right there, Bill," he said. "You sure got the argument of numbers. But say, boys, honest, what bug you all got in your heads?
You see I suspected pleasant company." He advanced into the room and then, seeing Pearl, who had twisted about in her chair and was gazing at him with the first show of interest she had yet exhibited, he paused and looked rather hesitatingly at Gallito. "We have a guest," said José softly and in Spanish. "My daughter has returned with me," said Gallito. "Pearl, this is Mr. Seagreave."
I will bring her here and then Saint Harry will scramble off his ice peak fast enough." "Your foolish wits run away with you," growled Gallito. "My legs must run away with me now," said José, rising and stretching his arms and yawning. "But tell me first why was your daughter sad when she first came here?"
The curtains had not yet parted, so he took occasion to relate to Gallito and Seagreave the result of his conversation with Hanson, careless of the fact that the latter sat watching them, gloating with malicious amusement over the spectacle of the three of them so hopelessly entangled in the net and yet engaging in the futile discussion of methods of escape.
"No," she answered carelessly, although a deeper crimson showed in her cheek. "Mr. Seagreave said last night that he would take me down in his cart." Gallito nodded, apparently satisfied, and as José came in then to prepare supper, the matter was dropped.
They just took a lease on the 'Pennyroyal, you know, and they wanted me to go up and look it over. Well, I know, and you know, Gallito, the history of that mine from 'way back. 'She's got a bad name, boys, I says, 'a bad name. Well, I went through some of the new drifts with 'em, and I chipped off some specimens."
"But, Gallito," he cried almost piteously, "since Mrs. Nitschkan has watched my manners I have been like an angel. No more does the camp say that this hill is haunted, you know that." "I told you what you'd get if you didn't stop hootin' at people who was passin'," remarked Mrs. Nitschkan, knocking the ashes from her pipe out on the hearth and then carefully refilling it.
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