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Updated: June 3, 2025
Annie-Many-Ponies, sitting beside the doorway of the primitive little log cabin where the night-journeys with Luis had ended, looked up into Ramon's flushed face with her slow smile. But her eyes were two deep, black wells whose depths he could not fathom. "Where them priest you promise?" she asked, her voice lowered to its softest Indian tone.
"I am glad you are practical; so many of you Latin-Americans are absurdly romantic." "And why should I not be practical? I am a business man. I love but two things, madame no, three: my daughter, my success, and my country. By this course I will serve all three." "Since you take this view of it, I am sure that with Ramon's help we can dissuade Don Anibal from his course.
So far had her power over him grown. "All time you tell me you heap love," she said in her crooning soft voice. "Why you not talk of priest to make us marry? You say words for love you say no word for wife. Why you no say " "Esposa!" Ramon's teeth gleamed white as a wolf's in the dusk. "When the padre marry us I maybe teach you many ways to say wife!" He laughed under his breath.
Instantly the attack melted away, the retreating men dragging their wounded with them. It was Jack's first sight of real warfare, and it made his blood, as well as that of the others, run cold. "Now what are they up to?" wondered Buck, as this sudden cessation of activities came. "Search me," rejoined Coyote Pete, "but it's some deviltry, you can bet on that that voice was Ramon's.
Hark! the cry of a child is heard within the house. Oh, God! it is his child, his baby girl. Listen! The ear of the mother has heard it, and her soothing voice has reached his anxious ear. His wife the mother of his children is now bending over their baby's crib. The muscles of Don Ramon's arms turn to iron. His eyes flash defiance at the grinning fiends who exult at his misery.
"We're near the end!" shouted Walt to the others. Jack nodded. Suddenly his eye fell on Ramon's revolver, which lay at the bottom of the boat as it had fallen when he toppled overboard. One cartridge had been discharged, leaving but four good shells in the chamber, but in an emergency those four, the lad knew, would be better than no weapons at all.
"The risk must be run." "Bueno, señor. And also this Artie?" "No! no! no!" hastened Hooper. "Guard him as your life! But send a trusty man for him to-morrow with the buckboard. He comes to see me, in answer to my invitation." "And if he will not come, señor?" inquired Ramon's quiet voice. "Why should he not come?" "He has been much with Sanborn."
Debts would be cancelled and fistfulls of pesetas would be distributed among the most recalcitrant, all at don Ramón's expense of course.
"Need I name the Bolivar, the Washington of Mexico, the next president of this great republic? If so, I but repeat the name that is on the lips of all the thousands of our people to whom he is as a father Gabriel Pasquale." Holcomb smiled behind the hand that stroked his mustache. There was nobody present who did not know pretty accurately how far Ramon's attachment to his chief went.
"You ain't uneasy about anything, Bill, are you?" asked the Expressman confidentially. Bill lifted his eyes with a slightly contemptuous surprise. "Not about anything ter COME. It's what HEZ happened that I don't exackly sabe. I don't see no signs of Ramon's gang ever havin' been out at all, and ef they were out I don't see why they didn't go for us."
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