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It was on such an occasion that Jim Yeager dropped in on them upon his return from Noches. He let his eyes travel humorously over the room before he spoke. "Why for don't I ever have the luck to be shot up?" he drawled. "Oh, you Jim!" Keller called a greeting from the bed. Phyllis came forward, and, with a heightened color, shook hands with him.
Then with a soft "Buenos noches, Senorita," he left her. Later Texas Joe came to sleep in Mr. Worth's room. The night passed without incident, and when the first trace of silver gray light shone above the eastern mesa beyond the rim of the Basin Abe Lee returned with Pat to find the meal ready and Barbara waiting to pour the fragrant coffee.
"Pablo is a trifle jealous of the job of waiting on me. We'll iron everything out in the morning. Good-night, Murray." "Buenas noches, mono mio," Pablo grunted. "I have a slight knowledge of the Spanish tongue, sir," Murray protested. "This blackamoor has insulted me, sir. Just now he said, in effect, 'Good-night, monkey mine. Earlier in the evening, he attempted to murder Mr. Parker's guest, Mr.
"How quick could you get to the rancho?" he asked abruptly, just as Valencia's spirits were growing heavy with disappointment. "Could you overtake Manuel, do you think?" "Me, I could with the caballo which I have in mind Noches I could pass Manuel upon the way, though he had two more hours the start of me!" English was too slow now for Valencia's eagerness.
"Good-night, Senhor," said the old miller, who had been waiting patiently all this time to pay his respects before going. "Yes, that's it!" cried Power, eagerly. "Good-night, Pedrillo." "Buonos noches," lisped out Margeritta, with a slight curtsy. I sprang forward to acknowledge her salutation, when Power coolly interposed between us, and closing the door after them, placed his back against it.
It followed that if he had not seen the broncho and that he had seen it was a sheer physical impossibility he could know of the wound only because he was already in close touch with what had happened at Noches. But how could he be aware of what was happening fifty miles away? That was the sticker Jim could not get around. His alibi was just as good as that of the horse.
Another, a shorter, thicker shape, appeared, walking with dignity. It was Castro. The other two had a movement of recoil, then took off their hats. "Buenas noches, caballeros," his voice said, with grim politeness. "You are out late." "So is your worship. Vaya, Señor, con Dios. We are taking the air." They walked away, while Castro remained looking after them.
Señorita Estacardo sprang up, turned the key and drew open the massive structure for a few inches. Then she recoiled at sight of the soldier in the blue jacket standing before her, bowing low with hat in hand. After his "buenas noches," he uttered the amazing words: "I have come for the American Señorita." "Who are you?"
"Slim says he can swear to his hawss, and he's plumb sure about the man, too. He wants we should organize a posse and nail them as they go into the Pass for Bear Creek. He figures we'll have time to do it if we jump. Noches is fifty-five miles from here, and about forty from the Pass. "With their bronchs loaded they can't make it in much less than five hours.
"You don't know me, Monsieur Cospatric. We anarchists never give in. I shall not cease searching for this Recipe till I find it, or until I learn for certain that it has been destroyed. Buenas noches." "Good-night," said I, and went out into the moonlight. My little Frenchman had gone long ago, and so I strolled alone down the steep cobbled street, conning over many things.
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