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And this crossroad led to the woods at the back of Langernault's estate, the Old Castle. Don Luis's conviction was so firm that, after taking leave of Davanne, he helped him to start on his homeward flight. He had no further need of him. He needed nobody. The final duel was at hand. He ran along, guided by the tracks of the tires in the dust, and followed the crossroad.
"I shall watch these two Gringos like a cat," reflected Dr. Tisco. "I half suspect that they will foolishly sacrifice their lives sooner than serve us." At sight of Don Luis's party a Mexican foreman came running forward. "How runs the ore this morning?" asked Don Luis. "Not quite as well as usual, excellency," replied the man, with a shrug of his shoulders. "How!
What is this story? There is some mistake." She spoke with great animation and with an apparent frankness that would have impressed any other man than the Prefect of Police. But how could he forget Don Luis's arguments and the accusation made beforehand against the person who would arrive at the meeting? "Give me the papers," he said.
"It is quite true," said the curate, who saw the object of his friend the barber; and Cardenio, Don Fernando and his companions agreed with him, and even the Judge, if his thoughts had not been so full of Don Luis's affair, would have helped to carry on the joke; but he was so taken up with the serious matters he had on his mind that he paid little or no attention to these facetious proceedings.
Unless he ran away as we came look, through the trapdoor at the top of this ladder." Weber replied: "Considering the slope by which we've come, it's certain that the trapdoor is on a level with the second floor. Well, the other little cross ought to mark the boudoir on the second floor, next to Don Luis's bedroom. That's what I supposed, and why I posted three of our men there.
Tisco, looking on with cynical eyes. "Of course, the poor American fools haven't any idea that they will set out on the ride, but will never return," murmured Don Luis's secretary, to himself. "Pedro Gato, turned loose on the same day he was arrested, has waited a long time for his revenge.
Harry, we're just lying around here, day after day, doing no hard work, but we're blocking Don Luis's game and saving money for honest men. Don Luis doesn't care to have us assassinated, for he still hopes to break down our resistance. He can't bring the capitalists here to meet us until we do give in, and so the game lags for Don Luis.
The other was not as bright as usual. But nothing diminished Don Luis's ardour. There was more misfiring, fresh hesitations, followed by efforts, as though the engine was pluckily striving to do its duty. And then suddenly came the final failure, a dead stop at the side of the road, a stupid breakdown. "Confound it!" roared Don Luis. "We're stuck! Oh, this is the last straw!"
"And to me," nodded several others of the visitors. "In the mine, this afternoon," Tom proposed, "we can show you much more that you will like." Now, as by magic, Don Luis's servants appeared with tables which they set and spread on the porch and luncheon was served. "Now, we will go see El Sombrero itself," Don Luis proposed. "I shall not have much to say to-day.
Their eyes met for a few seconds. The cripple's were burning with fever, like the eyes of a sick man. Crawling along, watching Don Luis's slightest movement, he came and squatted beside the well. The revolver was levelled in his outstretched hand. And his infernal chuckle rang out again: "Lupin! Lupin! That's done it! Lupin's dive!... What a mug you must be!
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