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Glyde was daring Ingram to bring in Sanchia's name, and Ingram could not do it. "And ?" said Glyde. "And by whom?" Ingram paused, biting his lips. He was pale. He took a long breath, and then said, "And by you, I have no doubt." "Thank you," Glyde said. Then he began again. "Did you ask me to fight with you?" "I believe I did." "And I refused?" "Yes," said Ingram, "you did."
"I don't want to know whether I'm seen or not." "And mostly you don't care?" "And sometimes I don't care." "Ah," said Chevenix, "there you are. Your 'sometimes' gives you away." She changed the subject. "Do have some tea. It will be quite cold." He had been staring again at the photograph Sanchia's gleaming limbs, the gypsy's intent face shadowed over the water.
But, before starting for Sanchia's Town, he slipped into the ranchhouse and shaved and changed to a new shirt and chaps and recently blackened boots. Thereafter he brushed his best black hat. Then from a bottom drawer of his old bureau, where it was hidden under a pile of clothing, he brought out a parcel which had come with him from a store in San Juan.
Sanchia replied to her assumptions and suppositions by saying simply that she didn't know where Mr. Ingram was, and that he was no better informed of her than she of him. But surely Philippa raised her brows but surely she knew when he was coming to London? Sanchia's head-shake shocked her. There was but one conclusion to be drawn from it. "There's been a quarrel," then said she.
Sanchia's brows were often knit over estimates, specifications, and bills. He had to pay for novelties from which the salt had evaporated; he he was never very fond of paying, and now, it seemed, he wasn't very fond of what he had to pay for. Sanchia was kind to him, but there was a difference. Sanchia was perfectly happy; but he was not.
And he surmised with rising anger that recently Courtot had seen Sanchia and that again Courtot was Sanchia's right hand. Here was a little hollow; on two sides were steep banks. Along these banks lay four big steers, dead, a rifle bullet through each one. Already the buzzards were gathering. Dave Terril came upon him and found him bending over one of the big stiffening bodies.
As good a way as any to see Roberts in Sanchia's Town led by way of the Longstreet camp on Last Ridge. Howard took the winding trail up which his horse could climb to the plateau, and once on the level land came swooping down on the well-remembered spot joyously. The spot itself was hidden from him by the grove of stunted pines until he came within a couple of hundred yards of it.
Then she saw that Sanchia meant what she said. And, on the table near the discarded pick, she saw Longstreet's big revolver. She made a quick step forward, snatched it up in both hands and pointed it directly at Sanchia's heaving breast. Now the colour went out of Helen's face and it grew very white, while her eyes darkened.
A half-drunken vagabond from no one knew where had staked out his claim and drained his bottle. 'Here's lookin' at Sanchia's Town! he cried out, and smashed his bottle against a rock. It appeared that every one had heard the tale of Longstreet's discovery and of Sanchia Murray's manoeuvre. They made high fun of Longstreet and declared that Sanchia was a cool one.
Benson might have triumphed if she would. Sanchia, at the cottage door, was met by the anxious tenant of it with whom Struan lodged. "He's not here, Miss," she was told, and then, "oh, Miss, they've took him away. The Sergeant's come for him and took him. And we hear " There had been no stopping her, but by Sanchia's way. She walked into the cottage and put up her veil.
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