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"I'm taking a little time to skip down to Sarita Creek and see if those girls are still there. If they took a notion to stick, they'd try to do it, whether McDonnell sent after them or not. But I'll pry them out. If the storm breaks in a hurry, get the men and teams into camp at once. Don't take any chances, Pat." Thus spoke Bryant. "Aye, I've seen blizzards before," was the reply.
"You will see. Be sure he does not play the old game with you as he did with Sarita." Pepita shook the small stray blossoms out of her hair and began to retwist the coil, breaking into singing in a clear voice: "White, white is the jasmine flower; Let its stars light thee Here to my casement, Where I await thee.
"We're due for a rest; our job is done for the present. We'll leave the instruments and note-books with the girls at Sarita Creek, who've agreed to keep them until we return. The Mexicans are still hanging around." Toward the middle of the afternoon they appeared at the cabins, where they disengaged Dick from his burden of freight and turned him out to graze.
Pepita laughed, and opened and shut her fan quickly. "Why do you laugh?" inquired Manuel. "I was thinking how he must despise them," she answered. "Oh, no," said Manuel, who was not very clever; "he is always good to women. There was Sarita a poor little thing who had always lived in the country. She saw him at her first bull-fight and was never happy afterward.
After a moment she recovered herself and said, "Wait until I call Rosita." When she returned with the Mexican girl, she conducted Bryant to an upper chamber where he placed Imogene upon a bed, pressed the latter's hand assuringly, and then left her in charge of the other two while he went below to telephone to her uncle. McDonnell had already set out for Sarita Creek, his wife informed Lee.
He had had doubts of that after her kindly treatment of his dying dog Mike. And now to-day he knew that such an opinion did her an injustice, was absurd. Louise, too, was thinking as they strolled about. Which of the two girls on Sarita Creek did he love? For Charlie Menocal had said that he was infatuated with one. Charlie Menocal! Her cheeks grew warm.
Sometimes with wild unreasoning childish rage; sometimes with a shock of fear; sometimes in a frenzy of shame; sometimes, as she stood and looked up the road, her cheeks pale, her eyes dilated with self-pity and tears. "I am like Sarita! Yes Sarita!"
I brought them that you might wear them at the bull-fight." She saw their beauty reflected in the water. She would not look at them directly. They were very beautiful. She had never seen such flowers. And the queen herself had worn others like them. If any one else had brought them but it was Sebastiano. And she remembered Sarita.
However, Lee, I shall always be your friend. It may interest you to know that this evening Mr. Gretzinger and I are to be married. Privately, with only a few close friends. We depart immediately after the ceremony for New York. Mr. Menocal is to pack my things at Sarita Creek, so you need not bother about them.
"Haven't told you yet," said Pat, presently, "but we picked up that Mexican this evening who was trying to start a drunk Christmas Eve. It was while you were at Sarita Creek. Saurez told me he had sneaked into camp and meant mischief. Some of us caught him behind the commissary tent with a can of oil, just ready to fire the camp."
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