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Updated: September 24, 2025
''For three months I had no tidings of him; night and day, I was the prey of doubt and fear. No words can portray the agony of suspense that I endured; the hours seemed days, the days months, and the bitterness of years was crowded into that short interval. At last, thanks be to heaven, my messenger returned. ''Do you mean Pepito? I exclaimed.
''In this way; it shows we have an enemy who has an inkling of our secret, and is striving to snatch the prize from us. What course to take I am at a loss to know. Adéle advises to make sure of Pepito, at any price. ''And that strikes me as being your surest if not your only course. ''Yes, the surest; but how to make sure of him?
She had taken Pepito with her, and wandered up the canyon to the place where the stream came down the mountainside in a series of little falls, rushing and tumbling among the boulders that filled its path.
Pepito stepped nimbly aside and the people cheered again. This game was repeated several times. But I noticed that whenever Pepito got into a tight place and seemed to be in real danger from the bull, an assistant of his, who always hung around somewhere near, drew the bull's attention upon himself by waving another red cloak. Then the bull would chase the assistant and Pepito was left in safety.
''After all, resumed Pepito, 'it is only a chance deferred, not a chance lost. With a good horse, I can soon make up for lost time. 'His tone of defiance annihilated the self-possession even of Adéle; while as for Arthur, he looked the very picture of despair. I, therefore, resolved to smooth matters over, and if possible, to bring Pepito to terms.
When Pepito came into the ring everybody cheered, the ladies blew kisses and the men clapped and waved their hats. Presently a large door on the other side of the ring was rolled back and in galloped one of the bulls; then the door was closed again. At once the matador became very much on the alert. He waved his red cloak and the bull rushed at him.
'Pedro, before deigning to answer, drew forth a very soiled rag, which served him as a handkerchief, and proceeded to rub his eyes with no little vigor, a pantomime which was intended no doubt to convey the idea of tears having dimmed his eyes. ''Alas! Excellency, said he at length, in a lugubrious tone; 'poor Pepito is in sad trouble. ''Have you been fighting again?
However, I treated my two worthies to a couple of bottles of wine, which being to them a rare luxury, they declared they had fared sumptuously. ''But, look here, Pepito, said Pedro, 'you have not yet alluded to your journey. Where have you been all this time? ''Where have I been? Oh! well, that is a secret. ''A secret! what, from me, from your compadre Pedro?
I returned home a prey to the most intense grief, and for several days did not think of opening the letter I had received from my dying benefactor. It contained the most precise details of the situation of the opal mine, and advice as to the best means of reaching it. ''So you see, Mr. Rideau, she added, after a slight pause, 'the secret is known only to three persons Arthur, Pepito, and myself.
''Well, Pepito, now that you are once more back in the city, I lack nothing to make me perfectly happy. You will spend the rest of the day with me? ''Of course, my dear fellow. ''Well, it is about dinner-time; let us be off. ''Wait till I have first bid adieu to his excellency, replied Pepito, turning toward Mr. Livermore.
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