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Perro went so far as to push his plebeian head through the bars and look down into the street. It was his misfortune to fall into the fault of excess as it is the misfortune of most parvenus. "Does Juanita know?" asked Marcos. "Yes. My sister Dolores has told her. Poor child! It is more in the nature of a disappointment than a sorrow.
By the end of August Bryant had completed the survey of the canal line down to a point where it touched the northern boundary of the ranch, tapping the latter's system of distributing ditches. Pinas River, Perro Creek, and the tract to be watered were thus united. Though later, doubtless, it would be necessary to make minor corrections, as always, the surveying was finished.
Or because of changes in the projects that are costly, or rows in the management, or insufficient water, or bad land titles I know, I know. I've studied and analyzed their troubles. And I propose that this Perro Creek scheme of mine shall be one irrigation project that shall succeed." "And you think you've taken all precautions?" "Yes." "With Mr. Menocal, even?" "Even with Mr. Menocal, yes.
Menocal got the water right and dug the ditch in the first place; and he also secured a right of way across these fields, sixty feet wide, by buying it from whoever owned the ground at that time, and the right of way is certified to the state. Now, I own Perro Creek ranch and the Perro Creek canal and likewise the right of way.
I said be quiet, Perro! I said you never did a pilgrimage, and you were always changing your confessor because no holy father could stand the strain for long." She forcibly ejected Perro from the room, and came back breathless and laughing. "She has not a care in the world," thought Marcos, who knew well enough the danger that he had passed through.
Blood had quickly unsheathed. "Ah, perro ingles!" he shouted, and flung forward to his death. "It's hoping I am ye're in a fit state to meet your Maker," said Mr. Blood, and ran him through the body. He did the thing skilfully: with the combined skill of swordsman and surgeon. The man sank in a hideous heap without so much as a groan. Mr.
She knew that Sarrion must pass the bridge in a few minutes and was going to listen for him. Marcos leant forward and touched Perro who understood and was still. For a moment Juanita appeared on the balcony, stepping to the railing and back again. The shaft of light then remained half obscured by her shadow as she stood in the window.
By noon Bryant and Carrigan had concluded their interviews with members of the Land and Water Board. All of them had listened, asked questions, expressed their regret at the situation in which Perro Creek project found itself, but stated that the Board had no course other than that of executing the law evoked in the case.
She went into the room, which was large and sparsely furnished, and, finding the bed, shook him by the shoulder. "Uncle Ramon," she said, "Perro has come back ... alone." "That is nothing," he replied, reassuringly, at once. "Marcos, no doubt, sent him home. Go back to bed." She obeyed him, going slowly back to the open window. But she paused there. "Listen," she said, with an uneasy laugh.
He swiftly untied the ropes and removed tripod, rod, and saddle. Then he unfastened the hitch of the saddle of the horse the girl led. "Why, what are you doing?" she exclaimed. "Giving you a fresh horse. You can ride mine home and send him back to me to-morrow; I live just ahead on Perro Creek at the Stevenson place."
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