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He divines the journey will be hurried. A score of horses are here tied to the trees. In a half hour half of these are lazily saddled. Squatted around, the soldiers keep a morose silence, puffing the corn-husk cigarette. The leader gives rapid directions. Valois now recalls his locality as best he can. Fremont's camp on Gavilan Peak commands the Pajaro, Salinas, and Santa Clara.
Zurich knows that, but he don't quite believe it. That's our chance." "Just what will you ask my cousin to do? And when shall I go?" "Day before to-morrow. You hike back to Cobre and hit the road for all points East, I'll go over to the Gavilan to be counted take this dynamite and stuff, and make a bluff at workin', keeping my ears open and my mouth not.
Young Mitchell himself is neither fool nor weakling. He can shoot, too. We have had no news. Therefore a conclusion that will not have escaped your sagacity something has gone amiss with our little expeditionary force in the Gavilan. Johnson is quite the Paladin; but he could hardly exterminate such a bunch as that.
Capital is shy; I'm not much afraid of what Johnson can do. But this boy has the inside track." "With my usual astuteness," remarked Something Dewing, "I had divined as much. And there is another string to our bow if we make a complete failure of this mine business as would seem to be promised by the Gavilan fiasco.
He jerked a thumb at the far-off fires. "What's the merry prank?" Mr. Johnson sighed again. "Deception. Treachery. Mine." He looked out across the desert to the Gavilan Hills with a complacent eye. "And breach of trust. Mine, again." "Who you been betrayin' now?" "Just you. You and your pardner; the last bein' myself. You know them location papers of ours I was to get recorded at Tucson?"
Stanley Mitchell looked hard at the long black mark; he looked out along the south to the low line of the Gavilan Hills; he looked at the red arc of sun peering suddenly over the Comobabi Range. "Well and so forth!" he said. "Here is a burn from the branding! And what are we going to do now?" "Wash the dishes. You do it." "You are a light-minded and frivolous old man," said Stan.
Stanley nodded. "Well, now," said Pete, "I didn't file them papers. Something real curious happened on the way in and I reckon I'm the most superstitious man you ever see. So I tried a little experiment. Instead, I wrote out a notice for that little old ledge we found over on the Gavilan a month back.
Nightfall finds Valois in a squalid adobe house, thirty miles from Gavilan Peak. An old scrape is thrown him. His couch is the mud floor. The youth sleeps heavily. His last remembrance is the surly wish of a guard that Commandante Miguel Peralta will hang the accursed Gringo. At daybreak he is roused by a carelessly applied foot. The dejected "pathfinder" begins his second day of captivity.
"Bear looking into," said Pete; "though I think they'd size it up as an attempt to throw 'em off the trail. Maybe we can smooth that idea out so we can do something with it. Proceed." "Then we'll have to play up to that location you filed by hiking to the Gavilan and going through the motions of doing assessment work on that dinky little claim." Feeling his way, Stan watched the older man's eyes.
"You come to me to help you, because, though you claim all the discredit for your left-handed activities, I furnish a good half of the brains. And I blabbed as you so elegantly phrased it because I am far too intelligent to bite a bulldog for a bone. Our friends in the Gavilan pride themselves on their nerve. They are fighting men, if you please very fearless and gallant. That suits me.
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