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I told you then that my father had promised to send me here to learn some of the business ways of these miserable gringoes." "I remember; and I told you that I had found an old document that would make me very rich." "Yes, Felipe. Are you rich now?" "Not yet; but I shall be soon." "I am glad, for you are my dearest friend. Did your search for riches bring you so far?" "Yes."
I asked where I was, and she said, "San Lorenzo." I could have jumped out of the hammock at that, but when I tried to do so I found I could hardly raise my body. But I had gained the coast. I knew I would find strength enough to leave it. "Where are my friends?" I asked. "Where are the Gringoes?" But she raised her hands, and threw them wide apart.
"Death to the Gringoes!" yelled his followers, their deep-lying hatred of Americans now stripped of its veneer of politeness, and lying exposed in all its ugliness. The fat, pudgy little officer made a rush at Jack, who, instead of meeting it, ducked and caught the other by his wrist. The fellow's sword went flying, and, at the same instant, Jack made a quick turn.
"Carlos, you can help me," said Felipe. "How?" "If we could meet him together in the dark and fall upon him. Together we could beat him down and nearly kill him. Then I would tell him that next time Felipe Jalisco would finish the job unless he paid to me that money. The gringoes are cowards. They laugh and pretend they are not afraid; but when real danger comes they have no courage at all."
Young man, are you afraidt?" "No," protested young Markley indignantly, "but " "Budt what, eh? Answer me dot, blease. Budt vot?" The belligerent German advanced till his pudgy forefinger was shaking under Markley's aristocratic nose. "Well, they say, you know, that Madero isn't very gentle to his prisoners, especially when they happen to be gringoes." "There, there, Markley," said Mr.
On this occasion an Englishman, who had long been on terms of intimacy with Huerta, asked the General what he would do if northern Mexico should secede to the United States and the Americans should take a hand in the fray. This question aroused General Huerta to the following extemporary speech: "I am not afraid of the gringoes. Why should I be? No good Mexican need be afraid of the gringoes.
Now they had made their own people shut them up because they had picked up a few dollars' worth of scraps left over from the great burro-loads of which, to their notion, the hated "gringoes" were robbing them. Like the workingmen of England, they were only "getting some of their own back."
Near him sat the owner of the rancho, Ortez, a man much older, bearded and lean, with face lined and interlined by weather and age. At the closed door stood a sentry. From without came raucous laughter and the singing of the soldiers. The sentry nearest Pete told Arguilla that the Gringoes had been caught sneaking in at the back of the hacienda. Pete briskly corrected this statement.
The house was the old hotel, once a point of pilgrimage, long since fallen from popularity and left to gradual decay. In summer a few travelers found their way there, but at this season the spot was in as complete a solitude as it had been when the first gringoes came and stood in silent awe.
Here the peon's manner was little short of obsequious outwardly, yet one had the feeling that in crowds they were capable of making trouble and those who had fallen upon "gringoes" in the region had despatched their victims thoroughly, leaving them mutilated and robbed even of their clothing.
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