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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Did you ever play Lame Soldier, m' friend?" was Sonora's greeting, while the miners crowded around them. "No," replied the big, raw-boned, gullible-looking fellow with a grin. "We'll play it after school; you'll be the stirrup," promised Sonora; then turning to his mates with a laugh, which was unobserved by Bucking Billy, he added: "We'll initiate 'im."
"Hello, Sonora!" returned the Girl with an amused smile, for it was impossible with her keen sense of humour not to see Sonora's attempts to make himself irresistible to her. Nor did she fail to observe that Trinidad, likewise, had spruced himself up a little more than usual, with the same purpose in mind. "Hello, Girl!" he said, strolling up to her with a ludicrous swagger.
And again, as before, the voice that said, "Thank you," was colourless, while her eyes rested upon the ubiquitous Nick, who had entered with an armful of wood and was intent upon making the room warmer. Rance snorted disapprovingly at Sonora's prodigality.
For some minutes the dejected suitors continued in this strain, now arguing and then condoling with one another, the boys, meanwhile, proceeding to clear the school-room of the benches, casks and planks, lifting or rolling them back into place as if they were made of paper. All of a sudden Sonora's face cleared perceptibly.
As soon as the cases were transferred into Rebey's car, he turned back on Sonora's flat, dusty roads, passing Caborca, La Cienega, and turning on the sun-dried rutted road to Ures, which lies parched and dry in the semi-tropical sun. Ures is the central cache for arms smuggled into Sonora by Yocupicio, and the Rebey brothers and Cuen are among the chief contraband runners.
She heeded not the half-tamed Indian on the trail; but the insolent leer of Sonora's scum, the brutalized peon, the low caste chulo of Chihuahua, froze into the panic-stare of abject terror under the straight glance of her eye.
Men looked at one another and were distressingly affected; The Polka had never witnessed a more painful episode. Throwing a coin at the Minstrel, Sonora stopped him with an impatient gesture; the latter nodded understandingly at the same time that Nick, apparently indifferent to Larkin's collapse, began to dance a jig behind the bar. A look of scowling reproach instantly appeared on Sonora's face.
In fact, so much so, that there was a dangerous note in Sonora's voice when, presently, he blurted out: "See here, gambolier Sid, you're too lucky!" "You bet!" approved Trinidad, and then added: "More chips, Australier!" But Trinidad's comment, as well as his request, only brought forth the oily smile that The Sidney Duck always smiled when any reference was made to his game.
His words cut Sonora to the quick, and it was with difficulty that he braced himself to hear the worst. "Who's the man?" he inquired gruffly. The Sheriff's eyes fastened themselves upon him; at length with deadly coldness he drawled out: "Johnson's the man." All the colour went out of Sonora's face, while his lips ejaculated: "Gol A'mighty!"
" Ramerrez' band's everywhere," completed Ashby with a start, his quick and trained ear having caught the sound of horses' hoofs. "But if a road agent did come here, I could offer 'im a drink an' he'd treat me like a perfect lady," contended the Girl, confidently. "You bet he would, the durned old halibut!" was Sonora's comment, while Nick took occasion to ask the Girl for some tobacco.
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