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"It means what it says, though it's all wrapped up in dictionary words the way all law papers are." Valencia passed the document to Pesquiera. "Read that, and tell me what you think it means, Manuel." Her face was flushed with excitement, and in her voice there was a suggestion of tremulousness. The Spaniard read, and as he read his eyes, too, glowed.
I'm sure everything will come right, now." He nodded, smiling. "That's just the way I feel, Miss Valencia. They couldn't go wrong, after this that is, they couldn't go clear wrong." "I'm quite certain of that." "I want to go on record as saying that Manuel Pesquiera is the gamest man I know. That isn't all. He's a thoroughbred on top of it. If I live to be a hundred I'll never be as fine a fellow.
False clews in abundance were brought to Davis and Pesquiera. Good citizens came in with theories that lacked entirely the backing of any evidence. One of these was that a flying machine had descended in the darkness and that Gordon had been carried away by a friend to avoid the payment of debts he was alleged to owe.
The New Mexican had an uneasy prescience that his mission was foredoomed to failure and that it might start currents destined to affect potently the lives of many in the Rio Chama Valley. The clock in the depot tower registered just twelve, and the noon whistles were blowing when Pesquiera knocked at apartment 14, of the Gold Nugget Rooming-House.
"Starved as well as beaten, Manuel?" "They were trying to force him to give up his claim to the valley. But he as I live the American is hard as Gibraltar." "They dared to starve him to torture him. I shall see that they are punished," she cried with the touch of feminine ferocity that is the heritage of the south. "No need, Valencia," returned Pesquiera with a dry little laugh. "Mr.
But Pesquiera was a gentleman, and his answer came ungrudgingly: "My cousin, he is a hero as I told you before." "But you think him base," she cried quickly. "I let the facts speak for me," he shrugged. "Do they condemn him absolutely? I think not." She was a creature of impulse, too fine of spirit to be controlled by the caution of speech that convention demands.
Pesquiera was in desperate straits, and agreed to whatever was necessary; the substance of which was that the Americans should come with five hundred men, well armed, and assist him in ousting Guadara and establishing himself as governor of Sonora.
Juanita found in a little nod from Miss Valdés permission to leave. She turned and walked hurriedly away to the adobe cabin where she slept. Before she reached it the walk had become a run. "Has the young woman lost a ribbon or a lover?" commented Pesquiera, with a smile. "Manuel, I am worried," answered Valencia irrelevantly. "What about, my cousin?" "It's this man Gordon again.
Pesquiera, feeling that he was out of the picture, departed in search of a hotel for the night. He was conscious of a strong admiration for this fair brown-faced Anglo-Saxon who faced death so lightly for one of his men. Whatever else he might prove to be, Richard Gordon was a man.
Dick was not told their decision. Menendez had fallen sulky again and refused to talk. Valencia had scarcely left the parlor to telephone for the sheriff before Manuel flashed a knife and cut the rope that tied his prisoner's hands. Sebastian had shrunk back at sight of the knife, but when he found that he was free he stared at Pesquiera in startled amazement. "Come! Let's get out of here.
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