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She stepped forward and shook hands with Yeager. "Take care of yourself, Jim, and don't spare any expense that is necessary," she said. For a moment she watched her friend canter off, then turned on her heel, and passed into the house, utterly regardless of Healy. Yeager reached Noches late, for he had unsaddled and let his horse rest at Willow Springs during the heat of the broiling day.
Take Noches and ride like the devil was at your heels. Get there ahead of Manuel and tell Jack " He stopped there and bit his lips to hurry his slow thoughts. "Tell Jack he must go to town right away, because well, tell him Bill Wilson " Valencia's face had been lengthening comically, but hope began to live again in his eyes.
Valencia, when he saw that Noches would never gallop again, because he had managed to break his sweat-lathered neck in the fall, sat down beside the trail and rolled a corn-husk cigarette. His mood swung from regret over the passing of as fleet and true a horse as ever he bestrode, to gratitude to the saints for their timely hindrance of his prompt delivery of the note.
Two or three groups had passed when one of the men recognized me and with a "Buenas noches, jefe!" insisted on giving me the torch he carried, a mine candle with a cloth wrapped around it as a protection in the strong wind. I had soon to cast this away, as it not only threatened to burn my hand but left the eyes unable to pierce the surrounding wall of darkness.
The urchins seeing an end of this rope, hanging from the alforjas, instantly ran to the alcalde to give him information. Late at evening, the alcalde again visited the prisoner at the head of his twelve men as usual. "Buenas noches," said the alcalde. "Buenas noches tenga usted," replied Victoriano. "For what purpose did you send for the soga this afternoon?" demanded the functionary.
But there was one person his story did involve, and that was Spiker, the tinhorn, tenderfoot sport of Noches. During the absence of this young man at the gaming table, Jim and his friend, Sam Weaver, had got into his room with a skeleton key and searched it thoroughly.
I was afraid the señor was not coming. Como esta usted?" "Buenas noches," returned The Kid, with easy politeness. "I trust yo' are in good health?" The conversation after that was entirely in Spanish, as Kid Wolf spoke the language like a native. His Southern accent made the Mexican tongue all the more musical. He followed his host into a rather large, square room with a beautifully tiled floor.
Into that caldron with its furnace-cracked floor the sun had poured itself torridly for countless eons. It was a Sahara of mirage and desolation and death. To the left was a flat-topped mesa eroded to fantastic mockery of some bastioned fort. In the round-topped hills behind it was Noches, fifty miles away.
Men rode far and wide, carrying the pursuit late into the night, but the lost trail was not to be picked up again. So one by one, or in pairs, under the yellow stars, they drifted back to Noches, leaving behind the black depths of blue-canopied hills that had swallowed the fleeing quartette.
I have owed you fifty for three years and I'd like to square up." "Sure you ain't bluffin' on no pair?" "Thank you, Harley. I have a small stake." "Well, holler when you're hit." He waved his hand and departed with a "Buenas noches, children." Scarcely had the gate slammed behind him when Bob turned to Donna with beaming face. "They're after my water-right, sweetheart they're after it already!"
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