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The messenger had therefore been sent to summon the Temecula shearers, and Senora had resigned herself to the inevitable; piously praying, however, morning and night, and at odd moments in the day, that the Father might arrive before the Indians did.
San Manuel, with thirty-eight persons, has a patent for six hundred forty acres of "worthless, dry hills." Temecula, with one hundred eighty-one persons, has had allotted to its members three thousand three hundred sixty acres, which area, however, is "almost worthless for lack of water." Let us reflect upon these things!
He would doubtless return prepared to take Ramona back with him, in case that proved the only alternative left them. Felipe grew wretched as his fancy dwelt on the picture of Ramona's future. He had been in the Temecula village.
The Father had seen many as fine-looking Indian men. But his voice was remarkable, and he spoke better Spanish than was wont to be heard from Indians. "Where are you from?" said the Father, as he held his pen poised in hand, ready to write their names in the old raw-hide-bound book. "Temecula, Father," replied Alessandro. Father Gaspara dropped his pen.
"Yes, Senorita, that is true; but I sent for it last night, and it is here." "Sent to Temecula and back already!" cried Ramona. "Yes, Senorita. Our ponies are swift and strong. They can go a hundred miles in a day, and not suffer. It was Jose brought it, and he is at the Ortega's by this time." Ramona's eyes glistened. "I wish I could have thanked him," she said. "You should have let me know.
"That will I," replied Jose; and giving his horse's sides a sharp punch with his knees, set off at full gallop westward. "I have sent Jose with a message to Temecula," said Alessandro, walking up to Fernando. "He will be back here tomorrow noon, and join you at the Ortega's the next morning." "Back here by noon to-morrow!" exclaimed Fernando. "Not unless he kills his horse!"
Her heart failed her; and when she entered her room, she sank on the floor in a paroxysm of hopeless weeping. If she had known that Alessandro was already a good half-hour's journey on his way to Temecula, galloping farther and farther away from her each moment, she would have despaired indeed. This was what Felipe, after hearing the whole story, had counselled him to do.
A cousin of Alessandro's was the head man of this village, and had many times begged him to come there to live; but Alessandro had steadily refused, believing it to be his duty to remain at Temecula with his father. San Pasquale was a regularly established pueblo, founded by a number of the Indian neophytes of the San Luis Rey Mission at the time of the breaking up of that Mission.
They were all good Catholics, every one of the Temecula men, and would never think of going against the Father's orders. But when they understood that Alessandro's intention was to remain until Juan Canito's leg should be well enough for him to go about again, fresh grumblings began. That would not do. It would be all summer.
"Send for Alessandro," he said. "Let him come and sing to me." "He has his violin now; he can play, if you would like that better," said Ramona; and she related what Alessandro had told her of the messenger's having ridden to Temecula and back in a night and half a day, to bring it. "I wanted to pay the man," she said; "I knew of course your mother would wish to reward him.
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