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Updated: May 1, 2025
Carmena raised her voice in cheerful greeting: "How, boys! Bueno amigo, Pete. Howdy, Cochise. Fine day. Hope the pie was good. Shake with Jack, our new partner." The Apache leader wiped the pie juice from his short, small hands upon his leather chaps, and replied with a show of geniality: "Howdy. Fine day. Glad to meet new pard. Shake." Lennon offered his left hand.
With utmost caution Lennon slipped his arm from the sling, drew Farley's revolver, and barricaded himself behind the chair. Slade shuffled nearer so near that his whiskey-poisoned breath struck in Lennon's face. Again came a thud and a curse. The prowler had stubbed his stockinged toe against a chair leg. Lennon aimed the revolver toward the sound, in expectation of an upflaring match.
"All right, Mr. Lennon. I'm going up to look for signs. Come along if you want to." "No, you must stay here. I insist " But the girl was already swinging away up the bed of the arroyo, her spurs jingling on the stones. Lennon started to block the way but changed his mind when he perceived her amused smile. Instead of trying to stop her, he attempted to take the lead. The girl quickened her pace.
When he turned his attention to the hoof pads, Slade gratuitously explained that the rawhide was needed to keep the horses from slipping on the ledges of the cliff. Lennon took this with a careless nod. He had already inferred the true reason for the practice. The ledges were neither slippery nor steep.
"How much do they know er about the buried treasure, for instance?" demands Old Hickory. Captain Lennon shrugs his shoulders. "About twice as much as is so, I suppose," says he. "They're great gossips, sailors worse than so many old women." "Huh!" grunts Mr. Ellins. "And about how long have they known all this?" "I overheard some of them talking about it before we sailed," says the Captain.
Carmena was standing in the doorway, with her head bent. As Lennon looked, she straightened and came toward him, cold-eyed and determined. "What are you doing, Jack Lennon?" she demanded. "I trusted you. I believed that you were not the kind to take advantage of Blossom. I thought you " Elsie struggled free from Lennon to fling her arms about her foster-sister.
"Oh, Mena, Mena!" she sobbed. "I'm so glad you're back! It's been awful! Dad had one of his spells; and now, with Cochise angry " "We'll manage him never fear. He's stopped shooting already. Quit your shaking. I don't want Jack to think you a silly little rabbit." For the first time the panic-stricken girl appeared to realize that Lennon was a stranger.
Her hand clutched and drew close across her rounded bosom the folds of the blanket that she had flung about her shoulders to cover her night gown. Her face paled and as quickly flushed scarlet. "I thought I heard sounds in the passage, but the rug curtain muffled them," she murmured. "Was he trying to to " "Had been drinking," replied Lennon. "My regret now is that the blow did not kill him."
"Oh, Mena, please, please don't be cross with Jack! I love him so, and and he loves me back!" Lennon met Carmena's hard stare with a gaze no less cool and resolute. "Elsie is to be my wife," he declared. "I shall marry her as soon as possible." "Your wife? Marry her? You mean that?" "Yes." Carmena's fixed gaze wavered and sank.
A startled grunt warned Lennon to dodge back a step and crouch. A heavier grunt told him of a violent out-clutch or blow, which, meeting only empty air, had wrenched the breath from the big body of the striker. Again Lennon pointed his revolver and again the expected match failed to crackle and flare. Slade stood silent for several seconds, holding his breath. But Lennon was no less still.
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