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Updated: September 27, 2025
He turned at the sound of wheels; and the man in the buggy saw that it was Manuel Pesquiera. The Spaniard started when he recognized the other, and his eyes grew bright. He moved forward to assist the young woman in alighting; but, in spite of his bad knee, the Coloradoan was out of the rig and before him. "Buenos, amigo" she nodded to Don Manuel, lightly releasing the hand of Muir.
"Nothing like having good, anxious friends in a hurry to have you well, Steve," he said, with a smile. The old miner read the communication. "Well, what's the matter with his hoping you'll be all right soon?" "No reason why he shouldn't. It only shows what a Christian, forgiving disposition he's got. You see, that day I most walked my leg off I soused Mr. Pesquiera in a ditch." "You what?"
He had left the prisoner upon the bed with his hands tied. Sebastian entered. Pablo noticed that another man was standing outside. Instantly his rifle covered him. For, though others of their countrymen had been employed to help capture Gordon, none of these knew where he was hidden. "It is Don Manuel Pesquiera," explained Sebastian. "I brought him here to help us out of this trouble we are in.
He pulled his jaded horse to a halt beside the old miner and leaped to the ground. Without waiting an instant for their fire to cease, he ran straight forward toward the pursuing Mexicans. As he came into the moonlight, Dick saw with surprise that the newcomer was Don Manuel Pesquiera. He was hatless, apparently too unarmed. But not for a second did this stop him as he sprinted forward.
"I'll stay here till seven o'clock to-morrow morning. Is that late enough? Then I'll see the sheriff and start things moving." Pesquiera bowed in his grand, formal manner. "The terms satisfy. I wish Mr. Gordon a very good night's sleep. This room formerly belonged to the brother of Miss Valdés. It is curious, but she was here airing this room only to-day.
"You are perhaps of an impression that this land is valuable. On the contrary, I offer an assurance. And our need of your shadowy claim " "I ain't burdened with impressions, except one, that I don't care to dispose of my ghost-title. We'll talk business a month from to-day, if you like. No sooner. Have a smoke, Don Manuel?" Pesquiera declined the proffered cigar with an impatient gesture.
What he had done was all in the day's work, and he was the last man in the world to enjoy having a fuss made over it. "My name is Gordon," he said quietly. The Spaniard bowed again. "I have the honor to be your servant to command, Don Manuel Pesquiera. I believe myself to be, sir, a messenger of fortune to you a Mercury from the favoring gods, with news of good import.
"May I see Doña Valencia alone for just a minute?" Miss Valdés turned. A girl was standing shyly in the doorway. Her soft brown eyes begged pardon for the intrusion. "You are Juanita, are you not?" the young woman asked. "Si, Doña." Pesquiera eliminated himself by going in to get his mail. "What is it that I can do for you?" asked Valencia. The Mexican girl broke into an emotional storm.
Consequently a revolution was commenced to obtain control of the governorship of the State; and just the same as when King David sought refuge in the cave of Adullam, all who were in debt, all who were refugees, all who were thieves, and all who were distressed, joined Pesquiera to rob Guadara. This is all there was, or ever is, to Mexican revolutions.
They agreed to the plan of the Spaniard reluctantly. After Pablo and Sebastian had taken horse Pesquiera returned to the prisoner. "We will, if it pleases you, move upstairs, Mr. Gordon," he announced. "To-night I must ask you to remain in the house with me to give those poor fools a little start on their ride for freedom. We shall find better beds upstairs no doubt."
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