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Dick had already noticed that his name was always to her a signal for repression of some emotion. The eyes contracted and hardened the least in the world. Some men would not have noticed this, but more than once Gordon's life had hung upon the right reading of such signs. "You think that Mr. Pesquiera has hired them to watch you?" she suggested. "Maybe he has and maybe he hasn't.
We're not a bunch of pettifoggers. All of us are aiming to get at what's right in settling this thing. You know what is right. So do I. So does Mr. Pesquiera. Enough said. All we have to do then is to act according to the best we know. Looks simple to me." "Maybe it wouldn't look so simple if you were at the other end of the bargain, Mr. Gordon. To give is more blessed than to receive, you know."
When a pretender invades a country to put the reigning queen out of business he has a license to expect a real warm welcome. Well, I got it." Once again Jimmie Corbett appeared in the doorway, this time with a yellow envelope which he handed to Gordon. Dick read the enclosed telegram and passed it to Pesquiera. The Spaniard waved his hand and made a feeble attempt at a cheer.
"Miss Valdés must be backing Pesquiera. They know you two are the guilty villains. Inside of twelve hours they'll have you both hogtied." Clearly the conspirators were of that opinion themselves. They talked together a good deal in whispers.
At the Sonoita the invaders were met by a proclamation from Pesquiera, forwarded through Redondo, the Prefect of Altar, warning them not to enter the State of Sonora. When men have resolved on destruction, reason is useless, and they paid no attention to the order, and crossed the boundary line of Mexico with arms and in hostile array.
"Hold him," he cried in Spanish. "Let me go. Let me go, I say!" cried the miner, struggling with those who detained him. But Pesquiera had already gone to the rescue. He, too, plunged through the smoke. Blinded unable to breathe, he groped his way across the door lintel into the blazing hut. The heat was intense. Red tongues of flame licked out from all sides toward him.
Tell 'em from me that I got a bad habit of wearing a six-gun, and that if they get to resenting too arduous it's likely to ventilate their enthusiasm." Once more the New Mexican bowed stiffly before he retired. Pesquiera had overplayed his hand. He had stirred in the miner an interest born of curiosity and a sense of romantic possibilities.
"Señor Muir; the devil fly away with him," replied the boy loyally. Already his mistress was descending toward him with her sure stride, Don Manuel and his suit forgotten in the interest of this new development of the feud. She made the boy go over the tale minutely, asking questions sometimes when she wanted fuller details. Meanwhile, Manuel Pesquiera waited, fuming.
"The facts, Señor Gordon, speak loud," put in Pesquiera derisively. Dick Gordon paid not the least attention to him. His gaze was fastened on the girl whose contempt was lashing him. "Very well, Miss Valdés. Well let it go at that just now. All I've got to say is that some day you'll hate yourself for what you have just said." Neither of them had raised their voices from first to last.
"Oh, if Pablo is jealous " Pesquiera gave a little shrug of his shoulders. He understood pretty well the temperament of the ignorant Mexican. The young lover was likely to shoot first and think afterward. Valencia was still thinking of the American. Beneath the olive of her cheeks two angry spots still burned. "I detest that sort of thing.
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