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As Lennon had emptied his magazine during the first few seconds, he knew that he could not have shot more than one of the fugitives. The three Navahos had spread out along the canal, and Pete had hidden at the ruined hut. They had the Apaches under fire from flank and rear. Slade had dodged down to run around the head of the reservoir and leap the inlet canal.
Under his bold admiring gaze the girl blushed much and ate little. Lennon kept his head with difficulty. To sit quiet and feign indifference required all his self-control. Farley had been brought in by Carmena. Toward the end of the meal Slade began to browbeat the abject, liquor-poisoned man.
"You leave my woman I go. Sabe?" The trader burst into his hoarse laugh. "Go to hell! Can't you take a joke? We're pards, ain't we? Can't I josh the gal without you gitting rattlesnakey? Don't suppose I meant it, do you? Come on, Dad. Git a hustle on you. We got to hold that seance." He looked at Lennon with a hard smile. "We run a lodge here Spirits Order Secret Scotch Rites.
There are two points to be added. He was rather afraid of his daughter, who wisely kept him doubtful whether she was displeased with him or not, and he had conceived a great liking for Harry Feversham. Harry saw little of him that day, however. Dermod retired into the room which he was pleased to call his office, while Feversham and Ethne spent the afternoon fishing for salmon in the Lennon River.
Like the hand, her wrist was white and well rounded. She drew off her old sombrero. Lennon's gaze lifted to the wealth of dark hair that lay coiled about her shapely head. The girl was neither pretty nor beautiful, yet there was a certain handsomeness about her strong features. Out of the tail of his eye Lennon caught a glimpse of a black and orange blur streaking toward them over the hot sand.
At first there seemed nothing of interest about the old cabin. The thatch had half blown off; the adobe-plastered stone fireplace and chimney had tumbled down, and sand had drifted in past the broken wattle door. But when Lennon went in to take advantage of the patch of shade that was offered, he was shocked to find the skeleton of a woman huddled in the far corner.
The other showed one wounded and two dead Apaches lying upon the floor of the kiva. At the entrance other attackers were stealthily thrusting in to fire at the hole in the ceiling. The flash of answering shots spewed out of the black space above the hole. Lennon had enough presence of mind to lie still.
If Jack does what I want, there'll be no more of the nasty tizwin to make Dad cross and sick." Lennon found himself regarding the girl with rekindled admiration for her ingenuity and daring. "So this is why you saved the dynamite?" he remarked. "Will it not be dangerous I mean, to anger that man Slade, you know?" "Anything to save Dad If you're afraid, just tell me how to fix it.
The tense listener expelled his pent-up breath in a grunt of disgust. "Huh! Must 'a' been the tizwin. Fools a man." Lennon straightened up and again groped with his hand as he heard Slade shuffle on along the passage. There was need of utmost caution. He did not wish to shoot. But he knew that the grip of Slade's thick arms would be as dangerous as the hug of a grizzly.
Any fool ought to know anybody would hold off till you located the mine. Even supposing I was going to plant you, I'd wait, wouldn't I, huh?" Lennon saw the point even clearer than the trader intended. He was supposed to take the piece of grim humour as a reassurance.
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