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She and I tried camping out at Soria's last night after Gonzales left us, but we got starved out and we tramped it back here, waiting for someone to come after us. I'm lame as I can be." Clara's face lit up when she saw the three men enter, and she shook hands cordially with Johnson and the old Mexican. Then an anxious look came into her eyes. Hard, seeing it, spoke quickly.
"If they'd got away on the horses seems to me we'd have seen or heard somethin' of them on the road. Unless they went by the trail in that case them fellers on horseback would have met 'em. Well, step on your gas, Mendoza, and let's get to Soria's." Soria's place was empty. Not a child, nor a dog, nor a burro. Not a sign of life on the place anywhere.
"Well, so will I persecute Villa if I ever get a chance," replied Angel, cheerfully. "The fat thief! Think of the gold he has hidden in these mountains! Hold what is that? Down in the canyon? Horses! Is it troops, do you think?" "Troops in a hole like that? It might be those Indians an ambush!" "It would be like the devils. I don't see them now." "You saw Soria's burro, most likely.
"Johnson left Athens yesterday before Scott and Polly got there," he said, reassuringly. "He walked to Conejo." "Walked to Conejo!" "You see, Tom, Mrs. Conrad and I walked here from Soria's and we've both been crippled ever since. A walk to Conejo fills us with excited admiration." Tom chuckled. "Well, I always could walk," he replied.
"Not much of a hiding place," observed Hard, "but it's better than leaving them in the wagon." "And decidedly better than carrying them all the way to Soria's," replied Clara. "Safe enough, too. It isn't once in a coon's age that anybody travels around these places. Funny, isn't it, when you think of all the crowded spots there are in the world?"
"Not a thing," he said. "We evidently arrived at the psychological moment for this little family. That ten dollars Scott gave them will tide them over till Carlotta finds another beau." "But wasn't there anything to eat?" "Not a bone. Mother Hubbard's cupboard was a cafeteria compared to Grandmother Soria's. Draw in your belt and forget it." "Why did we eat so much this afternoon?
She's a bit of a minx, though, and while she's young she's no infant. Some girls have to do the world's flirting, Henry, because the others won't or can't. It wouldn't do to have things made too easy for you." "They are not," said Hard, with meaning. "Well, this isn't getting to Soria's." Clara rose hastily. She looked back over the road. "It looks like people back there dust flying.
"In the ditch!" He got down and went to investigate. "Wheel's busted. Horses must have got scared and bolted round the curve," said the engineer, meditatively. "Nothin' in the wagon. Looks bad to me; don't it to you, Mendoza?" "Si," responded Mendoza. "We go by Soria's place. He know mebbe what happen." "All right," assented Tom, sadly.
They must have hit the trail lower down from some place we've missed. I'll swear no crowd like that have been where I've just been." The girl looked at him gravely. "Do you think we ought to go back?" "Back? No, I don't. Those folks are waiting for us at Soria's and I want to get Tom started for them as soon as I can." "I wonder if those men will make any trouble at Soria's?" "I don't believe so.
"Well, blessings on the head of Juan Pachuca who sent him!" murmured Clara, wearily, as she started for the cabin. "Do you want to stay outside or go in?" asked Hard, pulling a chair forward on the veranda. "Outside, please, as long as we can stand it," said Clara, with a little shiver. "I don't believe I'd care for Grandmother Soria's housekeeping."
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