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The heavy gun had twitched into the hand of Terry, exploded, and the gleaming quartz puffed into a shower of bright particles that danced toward the earth. El Sangre flew into a paroxysm of educated bucking of the most advanced school. The steady voice of Terry Hollis brought him at last to a quivering stop. The rider was stiff in the saddle, his mouth a white, straight line.
"I told you when I was broke," he said gently. "I told you that I was through. You told me to go on." "I figured you was kidding me," said Pollard harshly. "I knew you still had El Sangre back. Son, I'm a kind sort of a man, I am. I got a name for it." In spite of himself a faint and cruel smile flickered at the corners of his mouth as he spoke. He became grave again.
"Here comes Senator Buchan and lady," said the attorney to his companion. "I knew those people twenty-five years ago. I was one of a party to rescue Buchan and a companion from under a snow slide in the Sangre de Christo mountains. The girl had come all the way from California to help in the rescue. I don't believe she would have lived two days longer if we had not got him out.
There would be no use. He saw the two men fight their way to the dory. Saw Lang reach it, shove it into the water. The Señor was safe. Gracious a Dios. But no, he was going back for Señor Gregory. Sangre de Christo, they would all be killed. The fog thickened. The struggling forms merged, grotesquely intermingled and became indistinct.
Not that she would, out of mere perverseness, have refused obedience, but the Father, himself a Spaniard, viewed all who were not of the sangre pura as Indians, all alike. This the girl felt and resented, and her resentment, though unexpressed, showed in numberless ways; while the Father, on his part, viewed her only as an obstinate Indian child, naturally averse to good influences.
"You noticed that his gentleman's agreement with Le Sangre? I've made him detest fighting with the idea that only brute beasts fight men argue and agree." "I've noticed that he never has trouble with the cow-punchers." "They've seen him box," chuckled Elizabeth. "Besides, Terry isn't the sort that troublemakers like to pick on. He has an ugly look when he's angry." "H'm," murmured Vance.
"Then suddenly it came to him. "'Thunder Mountain! he cried. Then, half to himself: 'The trail drops down from Thunder Mountain somewhere into the Black Lake country, and then over the Sangre de Cristo is the San Luis. But how does he know that? "'He knows a lot, he does! said 'Red. "Then Haig was off, flinging back 'Thank you! at the boy.
Tall old Ruy Gomez had stepped forwards to stem the tide of death, and beside him the English Ambassador, quietly determined to see fair play or to be hurt himself in preventing murder. "Back!" thundered Ruy Gomez, in a voice that was heard. "Back, I say! Are you gentlemen of Spain, or are you executioners yourselves that you would take this man's blood? Stand back!" "Sangre!
He went whistling out of the door, and she followed him with confused feelings of anger, pride, joy, and fear. She went to a side window and saw him go fearlessly into the corral where the man-destroying El Sangre was kept. And the big stallion, red fire in the sunshine, went straight to him and nosed at a hip pocket. They had already struck up a perfect understanding. Deeply she wondered at it.
Joseph, the ground became a low plain, level and monotonous, and given over to sugar-cane. Near d'Abadie, this crop gave place to cocoa, the staple of the center of the island, and this extended through Arima to Sangre Grande, the terminus of the railroad.
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