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Updated: June 14, 2025
His restless yellow eyes fell before the young girl's; and the stiff, varnished, hard-brimmed sombrero he held in his wrinkled hands trembled. "You are spying again, Pereo," said Maruja, in another dialect than the one she had used to her mother. "It is unworthy of my father's trusted servant."
Saltonstall, leaning back in her hammock. "Raymond is an old friend. You had better take your siesta now, child, to be bright for dinner. I expect a visitor this afternoon Dr. West." "Again! What will Pereo say, little mother?" "Pereo," said the widow, sitting up again in her hammock, with impatience, "Pereo is becoming intolerable.
"I know it," whispered the old man, nodding his head violently. "I was watching them, when you rode up. That is why I lost the scent; but together we can track them still we can track them. Eh, Captain, eh! Come! Come!" and he moved slowly backward, waving his hand towards the door. "Track whom, Pereo?" said Carroll, soothingly. "Whom do you seek?"
"I should like to look into the fonda while the horses are being watered," she said, laughingly, "just to see what it is that attracts Pereo there so often." Before any one could restrain this new caprice, she was already upon the veranda.
A large steward's room or office, beyond it a room of general assembly, half guard-room, half servants' hall, and Pereo's sleeping-room, constituted his domain. A few peons were gathered in the hall near the open door of the apartment where Pereo lay.
But Pereo, with the quick observation of insanity, had noticed the weapon, and rubbed his hands together, with a malicious laugh. "Good! good! good!" he whispered, rapidly, in a strange bodiless voice; "'t will serve! 't will serve! And you are a soldier too and know how to use it! Good, it is a Providence!" He lifted his hollow eyes to heaven, and then added, "Come! come!"
And then turning, Pereo trotted gently to the centre of the circle. Here he divested himself of his serape, and, securing it in a cylindrical roll, placed it upright on the ground and once more sped away on his furious circuit. But this time he wheeled suddenly before it was half completed and bore down directly upon the unconscious object.
Pereo would believe that a temblor would swallow up the casa if we should ever forego these customary rites. Is it a mere absurdity that forced my father to build these modern additions around the heart of the old adobe house, leaving it untouched, so that the curse might not be fulfilled even by implication?"
Then, seeing the vacuity of his question reflected on the faces of those around him, he added, hurriedly, with a feeble smile, "O ay dead! Yes! I remember. And he has been ill very ill, eh?" "It was an accident. He was thrown from his horse, and so killed," returned Sanchez, gravely. "Killed by his horse! sayest thou?" said Pereo, with a sudden fixed look in his eye. "Ay, good Pereo.
The pursuing figure was rapidly approaching the unconscious Guest; in another moment it would have been upon him, when it was suddenly seized from behind by the tall devotee. There was a momentary struggle, and then it freed itself, with the exclamation, "Pereo!" "Yes Pereo!" said the old man, panting from his exertions. "And thou art Miguel.
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