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It was made all the more clear to her when she recalled that when Ramerrez' messenger had brought his master's message that she was to meet him, she had asked where the band's next rendezvous was to be, and that he, knowing full well that his countrywoman had ever been cognizant of his master's plans, had freely given the desired information.
The Mexican's shifty eyes wandered all over the room as if to make certain that no inimical ears were listening; then he whispered: "I tella you something you lika the Maestro?" Unconsciously the Girl nodded, which evidently satisfied the Mexican, for he went on: "You thinka well of him yees. Now I tella you something. The man Pedro 'e no good. 'E wisha the reward the money for Ramerrez.
And then with a significant smile: "But perhaps there were so many men about me that I was completely hidden from the view of the Señor." Ramerrez bowed politely his belief in the truth of her words; then he said somewhat seriously: "I see a vacant table over in the corner where we can talk without danger of being overheard. Come!"
"Well, we was sure that you was in trouble," put in Sonora. "My breath jest stopped." "Me? Me in trouble, Sonora?" A little laugh that was half-gay, half-derisive, accompanied her words. "See here, that man Ramerrez " followed up Rance with a grim look. " feller you was dancin' with," interposed Sonora, but checked himself instantly lest he wound the Girl's feelings.
At last Nick made a movement towards the window, saying: "I'm goin' to put the shutters up." "So early? What?" The Girl looked her surprise. "Well, you see, the boys are out huntin' Ramerrez, and there's too much money here . . ." said Nick in a low tone. The Girl laughed lightly. "Oh, all right cash in but don't put the head on the keg I ain't cashed in m'self yet."
The Sheriff flashed a look of annoyance and inquired of the gaunt, hollow-cheeked, muscular Deputy whose beaver overcoat was thrown open so that his gun and powder-flask showed plainly in his belt: "Why, what's he doing here?" "He's after Ramerrez," answered the Deputy, eyeing him intently.
"She says I'm to meet her to-morrow night at the Palmetto Restaurant," said Ashby to himself after the woman had lost herself in a crowd of her own countrymen. "She will tell where I can put my hands on this Ramerrez. Bah! It's too good to be true. Nevertheless, I'll be on hand, my lady, for if anyone knows of this fellow's movements I'll wager you do."
A moment later, however, another horseman appeared, and laughing boisterously at themselves they slid their guns back into their belts and retied their horses, for the man whom they recognised so quickly, the individual who saved the situation, as it were, was none other than Jose Castro, an ex-padrona of the bull-fights and the second in command to Ramerrez.
"Ramerrez " went on the first voice, at which ominous word all, including Ashby, began to exchange significant glances as they echoed: "Ramerrez!" The name had barely died on their lips, however, than Nick precipitated himself into their midst and announced that The Pony Express had arrived, handing up to the Girl, at the same time, a bundle of letters and one paper.
The Girl started; her face went white. "The woman the woman d'you say?" "Why, yes, it was a woman that first tol' them that Ramerrez was in the camp to rob The Polka," Sonora informed her, though his tone showed plainly his surprise at being compelled to repeat a thing which, he wrongly believed, she already knew. "We saw her at The Palmetto," leered Rance.
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