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The Greek threw out his hands with a little grimace. "Nerves," he said. "I haven't got over that affair with the White girl." "Pooh!" said the other. "If the police were moving in that matter, they'd have moved long ago. You are worrying yourself unnecessarily, Phillopolis." Pinto's words slipped glibly from his tongue, but Phillopolis was unimpressed. "I know when I've had enough," he said.
"I've had new locks put on all the doors." He thought a moment. "If she hasn't come down she's gone up." They went up the stairs together and searched, first Pinto's flat, and then the store-rooms and empty apartments on the floor higher up. "Go down to the door and wait, in case she tries to get out," said the colonel.
On Pinto's return to Malacca he met there the celebrated Francis Xavier, the father superior of the order of the Jesuits in India, where he had gained the highest reputation for sanctity and the power of working miracles. With the traveller was a Japanese named Anjiro, whom he had rescued from enemies that sought his death, and converted to Christianity.
"Your pinto? What pinto's that? You hain't got no pinto!" "Mebbe not," said Bill, slowly, "but I had the idee before you spoke that I had." "That so? Whar'd ye git him? Good for cattle?" The crowd began to gather. Bill grew mysterious, and even more than usually reserved. "Good fer cattle!
When Father Pedro saw the yellow mules vanish under the low branches of the oaks beside the little graveyard, caught the last glitter of the morning sun on Pinto's shining headstall, and heard the last tinkle of Antonio's spurs, something very like a mundane sigh escaped him.
He had returned from Yorkshire in a panic, and had met the fury of the colonel's reproaches. It was the worst quarter of an hour that Pinto had ever spent with his superior, and the memory made him shiver. The stage-box at the Orpheum was never sold to any member of the public. It was Pinto's private possession, his sitting-room and his office.
Whole osshus structure exposed! And Pinto shore was a dream if bones was needful in the game." Curly paused for another chew of tobacco, then went on again. "Well, it's like this, you see; the backbone of a man or a horse is full of little humps you can see that easy in the springtime. Now old Pinto's back, it looked like a topygraphical survey of the whole Rocky Mountain range.
"What if the earth is round?" they said, "and you sail down the other side, how can you get back again? Can ships sail up hill?" Only three days out, the Pinto's signal of distress is flying; she has broken her rudder. September 8 they discover a broken mast covered with seaweed floating in the sea.
Even in daytime one did not dare, in some of those blinding furies, to go from house to barn without holding on to a rope or clothesline kept stretched from one building to the other for that purpose. We could not take a chance on Pinto's slow pace, so we got out of the buggy and ran as fast as we could, leaving him to follow. We were barely inside when the storm broke over the shack.
Stafford King did not move until the sound of Pinto's footsteps had died away. Then he began a systematic search, for he too was anxious to end the mystery of Jack o' Judgment. He had followed Pinto when he dashed from the room and had heard the Portuguese calling upon Jack o' Judgment to surrender. That mysterious individual, who was obviously lying low, could not be very far away.
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