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His comrades led the way, with their horses clattering into a canter. They disappeared through the gate. When, later in the day, Madeline and Florence, accompanied by Alfred and Stillwell, left Don Carlos's ranch it was not any too soon for Madeline. The inside of the Mexican's home was more unprepossessing and uncomfortable than the outside.
On the opposite side he found a doorway, and, noiselessly gliding in, he had the pistol to the Mexican's ear before whatever dreams the man might have been having were even disturbed. "Caramba, sanctissima! Santa Maria!" yelled the man, springing to his feet as if propelled by springs.
Because I wish to ruin him so that he will be left in my debt. So that I can hound him from this place by holding that debt over his head. It is worth two thousand to me to possess that power. Now, will you part?" This explanation appealed to the worst side of the Mexican's nature. This hatred was after his own heart. Lablache was aware that such would be the case. That is why he made it.
"Because I see you start away to-night," replied Nicolas, "an' I see that you go alone. I know that you mos' likely run into trouble, an' so I follow you. Sure enough, Senor, you find trouble -and I heet heem with my finger!" "You surely did 'hit him with your finger, Nicolas," laughed Tom, grasping the little Mexican's hand and wringing it. "But now come outside.
Thirty years ago men winked at false affidavits, but it's different to-day." The Mexican's white moustache drew up tight under his thick nose, disclosing his teeth in a snarl. "You threaten me me!" "I'm not threatening, only warning you. Or if you wish a still milder word, let me say advising," Bryant rejoined.
This protestation reached the ears of a party ascending the mountain from its western face. To one of the party it was familiar. "Why, blank it all, that's Chiquita. That d d Mexican's lying drunk somewhere," said the President of the B. M. Co. "I don't like the look of this at all," said Dr. Guild, as they rode up beside the indignant animal.
The fellow's short, squat figure and stony expression had for Bryant a vague familiarity that face especially, brown, stolid, brutal, with a fixed, snake-like gaze. But Lee had no time to speculate on the Mexican's identity. The liquor was the important thing.
There was a swift movement and Donald's arm was around the Mexican's neck, shutting off his wind, while Adrian pulled his feet from beneath him. In another minute he was bound by his own sash and gagged with a handful of grass. "That's one!" exclaimed Donald, as he sat upon his prisoner's chest. "Now, how about the others?" "Not so easy, Don." "But it has to be done," declared Donald.
As their glances met, the Mexican's lids drooped and his face smoothed swiftly into its usual indolent indifference; but he was not quite quick enough to hide entirely that first look of searching speculation mingled with not a little venom. Stratton's own expression was the perfection of studied self-control. He half smiled, and yawned in a realistically bored manner.
Had Jim Kendric thrown the ace then he would have won and the thing would have been ended; had he shaken anything less than a six the spoils would have been the Mexican's. That which happened was that out of the gambler's cup Kendric turned another six. Ruiz Rios's impassive face masked all emotion; Kendric's displayed frankly his sheer delight. He was playing his game; he was getting his fun.
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