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"Well, blessings on the head of Juan Pachuca who sent him!" murmured Clara, wearily, as she started for the cabin. "Do you want to stay outside or go in?" asked Hard, pulling a chair forward on the veranda. "Outside, please, as long as we can stand it," said Clara, with a little shiver. "I don't believe I'd care for Grandmother Soria's housekeeping."
"I won't if you don't want me to," replied Polly, with unusual docility. "But please tell me about him. Mr. Scott didn't seem to want to." "Well, no, Scotty didn't want to frighten you, I suppose." "Frighten me? As if I was that kind of girl!" "It's just a little difficult these days to know what one may or may not tell a young lady," smiled Hard. "But about Johnny Pachuca.
He had been in the mood for that once the night they had come over from Conejo together but Fate, or the girl herself, or Marc Scott, he had hardly taken the time to decide which, had interfered and that was over. Pachuca bore Polly no ill will for her part in that affair. That was her province a love affair.
"I knew that devil was here for no good," he said, starting for the door. "Don't be a fool, Marc Scott!" Clara's voice was sharp and angry. "We saw Pachuca and those two men go off on horseback. He hasn't carried off Polly!" "I didn't say he'd carried her off," said Scott, doggedly. "She sat where she could see him at dinner. You saw him so did she and he saw her. This riding off is a blind "
Scott and Hard rose and said good-night. "That's a plucky girl, Scott," said the latter, as they walked down the silent road together. "Do you know who brought her over from Conejo?" demanded Scott, with a chuckle. "I thought you said Mendoza did." "Mendoza's sick and she took a dislike to old Mrs. Morgan, so she came over with Juan Pachuca in his car." "You're joking." "I am not.
"I doubt if I could," he said. "Herrick's obstinate." They had reached the cabin where they were to sleep and were hailed drowsily but inquisitively by Adams. "Hullo, you guys! Did you find the lady?" "We did, and she asked warmly after you," replied Scott. Then, in a low tone to Hard: "No use saying anything about Pachuca to the boys." Hard nodded. "Better not," he agreed. "Did she?
We were invited to go with them as far as Pachuca; and accordingly we rose very early on the 28th of March, got some chocolate under difficulties, and started in the Diligence, seven grown-up people, and a baby, who was very good, and was spoken of and to as "leoncito."
These preparations for a general exodus were the first things to strike Scott as he came out of the cabin. It was exasperating, but what could you expect? There was no knowing what rosy tale Pachuca had told them; more than likely that the American army had crossed the border and that they were striking for their altars and their fires.
"They don't do those things even in these degenerate days." "I guess you and me are behind the times, Henry. And then, you know Pachuca's manners. Something between the King of Spain and Chauncey Depew. Any woman'd fall for them." "But " "But nothing. Pachuca brought her over and he behaved himself while he was doing it as near as I can find out.
"And Villa is a friend of mine." "Well, I can't help it, and I think it's very strange for a well brought up boy like you to be friends with a man like Villa." Pachuca laughed as he glanced at the girl's wrathful face. "Why do you call me a well brought up boy?" he asked. "Because you are, aren't you? You remind me a lot of a cousin of mine who's just entering college." "How old is the cousin?"
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