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Soon Mr Wilson came back to tant him with his helpless condition flowed by his gang of detectives and they said Oh look at Ramorez sneering at his plight and tanted him with his helpless condition because Ramorez had put the bonds back sos he would look the same but could throw them off him when he wanted to Just look at him now sneered they.
On the whole, for the night, he was content. Just as he turned the corner of the house a rider, coming from the double front gate, raced down the driveway and flung himself to the ground. A figure stepped out from the shadowy corridor and Kendric was near enough to recognize the second figure as that of Captain Escobar, even before he heard his sharp: "Is that you, Ramorez? What luck?"
"Si, Señor Capitan. It is Ramorez. And the luck is fine!" "You have her?" Escobar's tone was exultant. "Just outside. Sancho is bringing her. I am here for orders. Where shall we take her?" "Here. Into the house. Señorita Castelmar knows everything and is with us." Ramorez swung back up into the saddle and spurred away, gone into the darkness under the trees toward the gate.
He kept his lips tight about his cigar, shutting back any word to raise false hope just yet. The result was that the girl turned from him with a little shudder, seeing in him but another oppressor. She sighed wearily and, walking stiffly, passed to the door flung open by Ramorez and into the house. Escobar was following her when Kendric called to him.
Kendric stood where he was, receptive for any bit of understanding which might be vouchsafed him. He was satisfied with his position in the shadows; glad when Escobar stepped out so that the lamp light from within streamed across his face. Actually the man's hard eyes gloated. It was only a moment until Ramorez returned, another man riding knee and knee with him, a led horse following them.
Soon our hero could stand this no longer. If you could learn to act like gentlmen said he I would not do any more to you now and your low vile exppresions have not got any effect on me only to injure your own self when you go to meet your Maker Oh I guess you have had enogh for one day and I think you have learned a lesson and will not soon atemp to beard Harold Ramorez again so with a tantig laugh he cooly lit a cigarrete and takin the keys of the cell from Mr Wilson poket went on out.
The foreboding vision remained with him, increasing in vividness, throughout the forenoon. He found himself unable to fix his mind upon anything else, and, having bent his gloomy footsteps toward the sawdust-box, after breakfast, presently descended therefrom, abandoning Harold Ramorez where he had left him the preceding Saturday.
It was dark in there now for night had falen and a terrible view met the eye Blood was just all over everything and the rats were eatin the dead men. Mr Wilson stagerd back vile oaths soilin his lips for he was in pain Why you you sneered he I will get you yet you Harold Ramorez
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