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There ain't anything to say that will cover that, I reckon." The Spaniard's eyes met his steadily, but Pesquiera did not say a word. He was waiting to see what the other meant. "You're a gamer man than I am, and a better one. All I can say is that I'm sorry and ashamed of myself for the way I treated you. If you still want to fight me, I'll stand up and give you a chance to pepper me.
"I do not forget, either, that we flung his explanations in his face; refused him the common justice of a hearing. Had we given him a chance, all might have been well." "My cousin is generous," Manuel smiled bitterly. "I would be just." "Be both, my beloved, to poor Manuel Pesquiera, an unhappy wreck on the ocean of love, seeking in vain for the harbor."
The miner guessed two guinea pigs, a million dollars, and a pair of tango slippers. Pesquiera went straight to the mark. "A tin box," he said. "Right, Manuel. Pablo brought it. He had just heard I was looking for the box says he found it the night of the fire and took it home with him. His idea was that we might use the papers to help our fight."
"What is this honor you talk so much about? It is neither Christian nor lawful nor right." "It is a part of me, Valencia." "Then your ideas are archaic. The duel was for a time when every man had to seek his personal redress. There is law in this twentieth century." "Not as between man and man in the case of a personal indignity at least, not for Manuel Pesquiera." "But it is so needless.
But I want you to remember that there's a day coming when you'll travel a long way to take back all of what you've just been saying. I want to thank you for all your kindness to me. I'm always at your service for what you did for me. Good-bye, Miss Valdés, for the present." "I am of impression, sir, that you go not too soon," said Pesquiera suavely.
"Señorita Valencia is of the same blood, of the same fine courage. She, too, is the idol of her people. Will Mr. Gordon, who is himself of the brave heart, make trouble for an unprotected child without father or mother?" "Unprotected isn't quite the word so long as Don Manuel Pesquiera is her friend," the Coloradoan answered with a smile.
Pesquiera took his place on the back seat. The whip of the driver cracked. In a cloud of white dust the stage disappeared around a bend in the road. Valencia ordered her horse brought, and left for the ranch. Having dispatched Manuel to the scene of action, it might be supposed that she would have awaited the issue without farther activity.
She did not know you were in the house at the time. Adios, Señor." "Good night, Mr. Pesquiera. I reckon I'm in your debt quite a bit. Sorry we couldn't agree about this little matter of what to do with the boys." Manuel bowed again and withdrew from the room. Inside of ten minutes Gordon was fast asleep. Manuel found Valencia pacing up and down the porch of the hotel in a fever of impatience.
I was at Arivaca when the Santa Cruz contingent returned, badly demoralized, wounded, naked, and starving. The place was converted into a hospital for their relief, with such accommodations as could be afforded. Pesquiera was well aware of the adage that "dead men tell no tales."
For, while on a visit to the East, he had called upon his beautiful cousin and she had won his love at once. This had nipped in the bud any embryonic romance that might otherwise have been possible with Kate. A little old Mexican woman with a face like wrinkled leather was waiting to see them in front of the hotel. "Señor Pesquiera?" she asked, with a little bob of the body meant to be a bow.
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