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I refused, and then this this creature threatened to kill Mr. Winston if he remained in camp, and and I know he will." The Mexican's great black eyes widened, but not with horror. Suddenly in the silent pause she laughed. "Si, si; now I know all you lofe dis man. Bueno! I see eet as eet vas."
Now, as he came up the darkening gulch, and crunched his way across the rock-pile before the tunnel entrance, he saw the cheerful blaze of a fire in the Mexican's quarters and stopped to question him. "Señor you!" "Yes, José," and Westcott dropped on to a bench. "Anything wrong? You seem nervous." "No, señor. I expected you not to-night; there was a man there by the big tree at sunset."
He had heard a rumor concerning Ruiz Rios, long ago, half forgotten. Certain wild deeds laid to the Mexican's door had brought forth the insinuation that he was a little mad. Zoraida had claimed kinship with him. At any rate, to Kendric's matter-of-fact way of thinking, here was further clap-trap that might well have been the result of a mad mind working extravagantly. The room was empty.
"But Meester Ashby 'e know too much 'ees men everywhere searched the camp no safa 'ere now. To-norrow " Castro stopped short; the next instant with a joyful gleam in his eyes he cried out: "Maestro!" "Castro's right, Girl," said Johnson, who had waked and heard the Mexican's last words; "it is not safe a moment more here, and I must go."
A blade glinted described a circle aloft. Simultaneously with a close, red flash the knife wavered; the man wielding it stumbled backward. In the din Gale did not hear a report, but the Mexican's fall was significant. Then pandemonium broke loose. The din became a roar. Gale heard shots that sounded like dull spats in the distance.
American girls seemed to her all "queer," and, though she did not say so, rather vulgar and underbred. Oddly enough she put Adelle apart in this sweeping judgment, for she was not able to appreciate Adelle's common accent and primitive manners. Adelle did not snub nor condescend nor do "naughty" things, and so, from the Mexican's standard, a simple and somewhat antiquated one, Adelle was a lady.
Neighbors were hurrying to get their fields ploughed and planted, those without farming implements following the Mexican's crude method of ploughing the ground with wooden prongs and harrowing in the seed by dragging heavy brush over it. They gladly turned to any tool that would complete the work by the time the roads to the mountains should be passable, and the diggings clear of snow.
He also missed a handful of cartridges from the box near the cash drawer; and had he looked closely at his bottled whisky he would have noticed a loss there. A horse was missing from a Mexican's corral and there were rumors that several Indians had been seen far out on the plain. "Phew! I'm shore hungry," said Hopalong, as he and Red dismounted at the ranch the next morning for breakfast.
"Get something to gag him with, and the cords," panted Tim to the girl. Brower opened his eyes again. "I can beat that," he announced. He produced his hypodermic and proceeded to mix a gunful of the dope. "This'll fix him," he observed, turning back the Mexican's sleeve. "You can lay him outside and if anybody comes along they'll think he's asleep as usual." This we did when the dope had worked.
The Mexican's dark face shone with the pride and triumph of the moment toward which he had looked forward for months. The horse, too, as if sensing the importance of the occasion, pawed the earth with his dainty hoofs, arched his neck and tossed his head proudly impatient.
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