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These things interest me, but I looked into the sheds as I passed," Dick answered as he drank his wine. They went out and when they entered the first shed the Spaniard called a peon and gave him an order Dick did not catch. Then he showed Dick the cranes, and the trucks that ran along the wharf on rails, and how they weighed the bags of coal.
He was a peon, a slave. He became a famous bandit. At the outbreak of the revolution he proclaimed himself a leader, and with a band of followers he devastated whole counties. The opposition to federal forces was only a blind to rob and riot and carry off women. The motto of this man and his followers was: 'Let us enjoy ourselves while we may!
There were looks of hatred upon their unpleasant faces, and their remarks it may be believed were not complimentary. "The Yankee pigs have met their match at last," snarled one tobacco-stained peon, who had forced his way up close to Clif. "And they'll go to Havana as they wanted to," put in another, with a leer. "They were boasting they'd get there."
Come, my good fellow, take this!" and I handed a gold eagle to the peon. "Forward!" The tinkling of canteens, the jingling of sabres, and the echo of bounding hoofs recommenced. We were again in motion, filing on through the shadowy woods. Shortly after, we debouched from the forest, entering the open fields of Don Cosme's plantation. There was a flowery brilliance around us, full of novelty.
It is a great thing to have learning, though a peon can get along with very little of it, praise God." Up to this time Pancho had not said a single word. He had brought sticks for the fire and had listened silently to the stories; but now he spoke. "When the peons get enough learning, they will learn not to be peons at all," he said. "But whatever will they be then?" gasped Doña Teresa.
Ah! the peon an old vaquero was not an angel, truly, but he was dangerous only to the bull and the wild horses and he was afraid even of Cota! Mr. Grey was fain to ride home empty of information. He was still more concerned a week later, on returning unexpectedly one afternoon to his sanctum, to hear a musical, childish voice in the composing-room. It was Cota!
I was in the drawing-room doing the flowers; I put them down to look at her. The wonderful telegram from Simla arrived that was the wonderful part at the same time; I remembered how the red, white, and blue turban of the telegraph peon bobbed up behind her shoulder in the veranda.
I have seen a man get down to pull a seemingly dead tiger into the open, and get charged. Fortunately it was a dying effort, and I put a bullet through the skull before the tiger could reach the frightened peon. We have been several times grouped round a dying tiger, watching him breathe his last, when the brute has summoned up strength for a final effort, and charged the elephants.
"Hello, Jack," called Dave Naab, into the dark. "I knew that was you. Silvermane sure rings bells when he hoofs it down the stones. How're you and dad? and did you find Mescal? I'll bet that desert child led you clear to the Little Colorado." Hare told the story of the fruitless search. "It's no more than we expected," said Dave. "The man doesn't live who can trail the peon.
It was to the effect that they do not intend taking their prisoners all the way back to Albuquerque. How they mean to dispose of them the peon does not know. He had but half heard the dialogue relating to Don Valerian and the doctor. The female prisoners! Can he tell anything of what is intended with them? Though not in these terms, the question is asked with this earnestness.
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