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Updated: June 6, 2025
He was Striving with his recreant memory for the words that came after: "The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was cold and still, As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill." Tamale stirred restlessly with head uplifted and ears pointed straight before up the steep bluff. Old Ironsides, Thurston's mount, was not the sort to worry about anything but his feed, and paid no attention.
At one end of the station a big-hatted Mexican squatted by a hot tamale can. Among others idling near were some high-heeled and sombrero-topped cow-boys, whose easy and loose clothing made Alan envious at once. Even the depot attendants, with their belts and loosely knotted neckerchiefs, seemed gayer and freer than their brother laborers back in the East.
Groups of girls collected on the corners, talking and laughing very loud, making remarks upon the young men that passed them. The tamale men appeared. A band of Salvationists began to sing before a saloon. Then, little by little, Polk Street dropped back to solitude. Eleven o'clock struck from the power-house clock. Lights were extinguished.
Trina had a tamale and a glass of beer, Mrs. Heise drank cocktails and whiskey straight, and urged the dentist to join him. But McTeague was obstinate, shaking his head. "I can't drink that stuff," he said. "It don't agree with me, somehow; I go kinda crazy after two glasses." So he gorged himself with beer and frankfurter sausages plastered with German mustard.
Many of the women open assignation houses in the West End, or go "living decent" under some man's care in that quarter, make the acquaintance of good women, and innocent girls, and collect a "maiden tribute" from among the latter for numerous old rakes who prefer the sexually initiative to the referendum in the case of women in the territory known as "tamale town."
"You are the man who killed Tamale Jose, whom I hunted for unceasingly. I found him when you had left and I got the reward. Come again some time and I'll divide with you; two hundred and fifty dollars," he added craftily. "I shore will, but I don't want no money," replied Hopalong as he turned away. "Adios, senor," he called back.
And yet, and yet perhaps it was the dash of spice in her name Pem could not help feeling an interest for his own sake in that "hot tamale", the Thunder Bird's rival in the will!
No one, save the three men whom they had destroyed, had ever seen them. But, like Tamale Jose, they had raided once too often. Mr. Trendley, more familiarly known to men as "Slippery," was the possessor of a biased conscience, if any at all. Tall, gaunt and weather-beaten and with coal-black eyes set deep beneath hairless eyebrows, he was sinister and forbidding.
The hate on the Mexican's face redoubled and he took a short step forward, but stopped when the muzzle of the Colt kissed his nose. He was the brother of Tamale Jose. As he backed away from the cool touch of the weapon he thought out swiftly his revenge.
There she resumed her tamale in the intervals of conversation. "Mr. Hicks. How did the bees come to go down your chimbly?" "'Cause," replied Mr. Hicks. "Oh, Mister Hicks tell me why the bees went down your chimbly. I want to know why." "I guess they thought it was an old hollow tree." "Do you think maybe they would think our chimbly was an old hollow tree?
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