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They had scattered "like a flock of ducks," one Indian said, "like a flock of ducks after they are fired into. You'd never see all those ducks in any one place again. The Temecula people were here, there, and everywhere, all through San Diego County. There was one Temecula man at San Juan Capistrano, however. The Senor would better see him. He no doubt knew about Alessandro.
"It is all done by the American law," said Ramona, "all these things; nobody can help himself; for if anybody goes against the law he has to be killed or put in prison; that was what the sheriff told Alessandro, at Temecula. He felt very sorry for the Temecula people, the sheriff did; but he had to obey the law himself. Alessandro says there isn't any help." Aunt Ri shook her head.
"And indeed, Father," added Ysidro, "you will be far better lodged and fed than in the house of Lomax. My cousin's wife knows well how all should be done." "Alessandro! Alessandro!" said the Father, musingly. "Has he been long married?" "No, Father," answered Ysidro. "But little more than two years. They were married by you, on their way from Temecula here." "Ay, ay.
"I do not know, Senora," stammered Ramona; "I have not seen Alessandro; I have not heard " And she looked up in distress at Felipe, who answered compassionately, "Alessandro has gone." "Gone!" shrieked Ramona. "Gone! not gone, Felipe!" "Only for four days," replied Felipe. "To Temecula. I thought it would be better for him to be away for a day or two. He is to come back immediately.
It did not once enter into Alessandro's mind, that the Senora could have had any other thought, seeing them as she did, in each other's arms. And again what had he to give to Ramona? Could she live in a house such as he must live in, live as the Temecula women lived? No! for her sake he must leave his people; must go to some town, must do he knew not what something to earn more money.
"I am sorry I have no candle, Senor," said the man, as he came forward. "My wife is sick, and we are very poor." "No matter," said Felipe, his hand already at his purse. "I only want to ask you a few questions. You are from Temecula, they tell me." "Yes, Senor," the man replied in a dogged tone, no man of Temecula could yet hear the word without a pang, "I was of Temecula."
"I think so," he replied; "though not so safe as here. There is no such place as this in all the country." "And then where shall we go next?" she asked. "That is very near Temecula," he said. "We must go into Temecula, dear Majella. I must go to Mr. Hartsel's. He is friendly. He will give me money for my father's violin. If it were not for that, I would never go near the place again."
After a beautiful run we again reached the Newport place, where we lunched. The car did not appear. We hated to go away and leave them, as we thought they might be in difficulty. We telephoned to Temecula and found they had passed that point. About two hours after our arrival they came whirling in. They had had more tire trouble. They took a hasty lunch, and we all started together.
And Parker, as he climbed toward his lonesome cabin, understood. The afternoon train wound through the waving barley-fields of the Temecula Valley and shrieked its approach to the town of Muscatel. It was a mixed train, and half a dozen passengers alighted from the rear coach to stretch their legs while the freight was being unloaded.
No one knew anything of Alessandro, beyond the fact that all the Temecula Indians had been driven out of their village, and that there was now not an Indian in the valley. There was a rumor that Alessandro and his father had both died; but no one knew anything certainly.
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