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Yet, however personally daring, Ramerrez was the last person in the world to trust to chance for his operations, more than was absolutely necessary. He handled his men with shrewd judgment and strict discipline. Furthermore, never was an attack made that was not the outcome of a carefully matured plan.
Instead, Ashby raising a warning finger to the Girl, went on to advise that she should bank with them oftener, concluding with: "And then if this road agent Ramerrez should drop in, you won't lose so much " "The devil you say!" cut in Sonora; while Trinidad broke out into a scornful laugh. "Oh, go on, Mr. Ashby!" smilingly scoffed the Girl. "I keep the specie in an empty keg now.
And while this one led his horse noiselessly away, another of the same race preceded him along a corridor until he came to the Maestro's room. Old Ramerrez Bartolini, or Ramerrez, as he was known to his followers, was dying. His hair, pure white and curly, was still as luxuriant as when he was a young man.
Rance received this information in silence and went on with his shuffling of the cards; presently, unconcernedly, he remarked: "Ramerrez Oh, that's the polite road agent who has been visiting the other camps?" "Yes; he's just turned into your county," declared the Deputy, meaningly. "What?" Sonora looked dumbfounded. The Deputy nodded and proceeded to the bar.
He is the man that pays out that reward you've heard of." Then after a pause to let his words sink in, he demanded gruffly: "Where is Ramerrez' camp?" At once the prisoner became voluble. "Come with me one mile, Señor," he said, "and by the soul of my mother, the blessed Maria Saltaja, we weel put a knife into hees back." "One mile, eh?" repeated Rance, coolly. The miners looked incredulous.
"Oh, don't be 'ard on me, Miss," whimpered the man. The Girl flashed him a scornful look. "Now, look here, Sidney Duck, there's one kind o' man I can't stand, an' that's a cheat an' a thief, an' you're it," said the Girl, laying great stress upon her words. "You're no better'n that road agent Ramerrez, an' " "But, Miss " interrupted the man.
Nor was her intuition or reasoning at fault: Ramerrez had not given up his intention of getting the miners' gold that he knew from her to be packed away somewhere in The Polka Saloon; but what she did not suspect, despite his peculiar behaviour, was that he had taken advantage of the proximity of the two camps to sever his relation, business and otherwise, with her.
And so it was that later that evening after assuring herself that neither Ramerrez nor any of his band remained in the dance-hall, Nina, her face set and pale, exchanged a few whispered words with that same big man towards whom, earlier in the evening, she had shown such animosity. The effect of these words was magical; the man could not suppress a grunt of intense satisfaction.
And so when Ramerrez, surprised at her long silence, looked up, he was met with a smiling face and the words: "So be it, Ramerrez. But if anything happens, remember you have only yourself to blame." Ramerrez was astounded at her cool dismissal of the subject. To judge by the expression on his face he had indeed obtained his release far easier than he had deemed it possible.
During this conversation the eyes of the greaser had been wandering all over the room. But as the men moved away from him to take their drinks he started violently and an expression of dismay crossed his features. "Ramerrez' saddle!" he muttered to himself. "The Maestro he is taken!"
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