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Updated: May 25, 2025
"You'd forget your head, Carey, if it wasn't screwed on tight," declared the ranchman, without glancing at the big figure slouching in the doorway. "Dan and his bunch light out for Beller's Gulch come mornin'." A little later it was a lighter step, and the jingle of spurs on the veranda floor. "Tumbleweed done sprung his knee, Mist' Ham-mon'. Kyan't use him nohow fo' a while."
Those reeches pay for your dress for your ring there on your han' for all your good times, and to make you a la-dee. But me I am poor that you and yours may be reech, Senorita Ham-mon'. The treasure of the Ranchio Rose belong to me and to my modder not to you. Thiefs, I say!" Nan burst through the bushes at this juncture. Rhoda had uttered another cry.
"Dhat Senorita Ham-mon' " "No, no! Begin at the beginning. Don't accuse Rhoda any more. Let us hear all about how you came to know about the treasure, and why you think it is yours." "Dhat I tell you soon," said the girl quickly. "My modder an' me " "Who are you? What is your name?" asked Nan. "Juanita O'Harra." "Why! that's both Mexican and Irish," gasped Nan.
"Eet ees Ham-mon' no?" hissed the strangely acting girl. "Senorita Ham-mon'?" "Her name is Hammond. Yes. Rhoda Hammond," admitted Nan, scarcely knowing whether it was right to tell the girl this fact or not. "Ah, eet ees so! Senorita Ham-mon', of dhe Ranchio Rose. Huh?" "Why why " gasped Nan. "Yes, her home is at Rose Ranch. That is what she calls it."
Then in Rhoda's deeper tones, she heard: "What do you mean, confronting me like this? I do not know you. You are crazy!" "Maybe I am cr-r-razy!" cried the second voice, its owner rolling her "r's" magnificently. "But I am not a thief. You, Senorita Ham-mon', are that! You and all your fam-i-lee are the thiefs yes!" Nan's thought flashed instantly to the Mexican girl in the shop in Adminster.
"I went to dhe Ranchio Rose," said Juanita, "and see thees senorita wit' her fader, dhe gre't Senyor Ham-mon'. He laugh at me yes! He tell me he haf not found dhe tr-r-reasure. But I know better " "You do not know anything of the kind," Nan said promptly. "You just have a bad temper and want to hate somebody. Rhoda tells you that she knows nothing about the money and jewels your mother lost.
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