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The surveyor, annoyed at the Mexican's talk, but unwilling, because of the spirit that prompted the words, to speak sharply, sought to dismiss the matter by changing the subject. He explained to Pablo how he was wishing that he could unpack the furniture and have the house all ready when Mr. Worth and Barbara arrived. "Why not?" asked the Mexican. Abe shook his head. "It's out of my line.
Next time stick to the broken English; you might have scared the life out of me then." Brooks and Creedon laughed, and the latter said: "Well, you are smart, you are; but, lad, let me tell you something: don't spend time looking for the Mexican's gold." "Why not?" "I've explored every nook and cranny in this mountain, and there is no treasure hidden here." "But I found some gold." "You did?"
Above all, they did not want for their ruler a foreigner, backed by a foreign potentate. The only raison d'être for Maximilian's government in any Mexican's mind was not that it would bring order and peace into the country, but that it might bring money from the coffers of the new emperor's ally.
I regyards a Mexican's hands that a-way, when considered as feachers in his makeup, as sooperfluous. "'Dan, you shore is the most perverse sport! says Enright, makin' a gesture of impatience an' at the same time refillin' his glass in hopes of a ca'mer frame. 'This ain't so much a question of hands as it's a question of taste.
It was about midnight when the older men lay down on their blankets to sleep. Creedon had a big silver bull's-eye watch, and he said he always kept it going. Desmond pretended to lie down and go to sleep also, but his head was filled with visions of the Mexican's hidden gold.
At first, owing, probably, to the darkness, the Mexicans did not see the flag of truce, but at last the captain came forward, and demanded to know what was wanted. "We want you to surrender," said the Texan. "We will not do so, and you will attack us at your peril," was the Mexican's sharp reply. "You are but four, while we number twelve." "We will fight, even so, señor.
Baldly as he had stated it, in his eyes was a rich vision of that hot, starry night at Salina Cruz, the white strip of beach, the lights of the sugar steamers in the harbor, the voices of the drunken sailors in the distance, the jostling stevedores, the flaming passion in the Mexican's face, the glint of the beast-eyes in the starlight, the sting of the steel in his neck, and the rush of blood, the crowd and the cries, the two bodies, his and the Mexican's, locked together, rolling over and over and tearing up the sand, and from away off somewhere the mellow tinkling of a guitar.
Some of the blacks carried large square flakes of the flesh with their heads thrust through a hole cut in the centre, the broad disk descending over the shoulders like the skirts of a Mexican's serape.
Or did Longorio have other plans for her? You'd better tell me the truth, for your general can't help you now." Dave did his best to read the Mexican's expression, but failed. "Señor Ed's death means nothing to me," he went on, "but I must know where his wife is, and I'm willing to pay, with your liberty." In spite of himself his anxiety was plain. José exclaimed: "Ho! I understand.
The next day the troopers drove off before them the discomfitted Del Pinzo and his disheartened followers, Yellin' Kid taking the Mexican's elaborate hat to replace the cowboy's with the bullet holes. Lieutenant Wayne said farewell to the boy ranchers, promising to come and see them again, in his real character.
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