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She had spoken in just this way. And she had given at that time every indication of hating Rhoda. The girl from Tillbury pushed into the thicket from which the voices sounded. Rhoda replied to the castigation of the other's tongue only by an ejaculation of amazement. The harsher voice went on: "The tr-r-reasure of the Ranchio Rose that ees what you have stolen. You and your fam-i-lee.
"Ah!" hissed the Mexican girl, her eyes still glittering angrily. "See! See how reech she is dress'. Huh! The treasure of Ranchio Rose buy dhose dress'. Huh! Ah!" She flung herself about and walked hastily to the back of the store. Nan was speechless. She stood utterly amazed by the Mexican girl's words and actions.
"Yep," agreed Hess Kane, returning his pistol to its holster. "Well, now, I reckon that would be the proper caper," said Tom Collins. "Say, hombre," he added, nudging the Mexican, "where's your horse?" "I am afoot, I tell you," was the reply. "I can see you are now," admitted the puncher. "But you'll have a fine walk in those boots to Rose Ranch." "I will not walk to the Ranchio Rose!"
"I went to dhe Ranchio Rose," said Juanita, "and see thees senorita wit' her fader, dhe gre't Senyor Ham-mon'. He laugh at me yes! He tell me he haf not found dhe tr-r-reasure. But I know better " "You do not know anything of the kind," Nan said promptly. "You just have a bad temper and want to hate somebody. Rhoda tells you that she knows nothing about the money and jewels your mother lost.
She laid her hand upon the Mexican's chest and pushed her back. "You have no right to do this. Don't you know we can have you arrested by the police?" "Ha! eet ees the odder Senorita," gasped the Mexican girl. "By gracious! I see you are fr-r-riends heh? You know about the tr-r-reas-ure of the Ranchio Rose heh?"
"Eet ees Ham-mon' no?" hissed the strangely acting girl. "Senorita Ham-mon'?" "Her name is Hammond. Yes. Rhoda Hammond," admitted Nan, scarcely knowing whether it was right to tell the girl this fact or not. "Ah, eet ees so! Senorita Ham-mon', of dhe Ranchio Rose. Huh?" "Why why " gasped Nan. "Yes, her home is at Rose Ranch. That is what she calls it."
Perhaps it was something that Rhoda really ought to know. The Mexican girl had looked at the unnoticing Rhoda in a very angry way. And she had spoken very strangely. "The treasure of the Ranchio Rose buy those dresses." That was a very peculiar way to have spoken, to say the least. What was "the treasure of Rose Ranch?" Nan was very desirous of asking Rhoda Hammond to explain.
Those reeches pay for your dress for your ring there on your han' for all your good times, and to make you a la-dee. But me I am poor that you and yours may be reech, Senorita Ham-mon'. The treasure of the Ranchio Rose belong to me and to my modder not to you. Thiefs, I say!" Nan burst through the bushes at this juncture. Rhoda had uttered another cry.
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