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If José had indeed been Hallock's informant, and the unscrupulous promoter had traced the legend to this latest source, his anger at being unable to bully the boy into further disclosures would be easily understood. That night, when the moon had risen, Thode crossed the plaza and started out on foot for the shack.
He's bugs about it; thinks he's going to make his everlasting fortune." "Win, tell him to drop it!" Thode said earnestly. "I can't explain now for there's more at stake than the Lost Souls, but I know what I'm talking about. He might as profitably sink his money in a bottomless pit as in that oil well!" "Look here, I don't understand!" Winnie's voice shook.
Thode, but Billie told me you intended to pay us a little visit." "It was a pleasure," the other responded with sincerity. "It has been coming to Wiley for a long time. But your daughter had the situation well in hand. She is a remarkable young woman." "She is an honest one, honest with herself and the world.
His last letter concerned the marriage of his granddaughter Daniela von Bülow to a man with the ominous sounding name of "Thode." Daniela was the daughter of Liszt's daughter, Cosima, by her first husband. The marriage took place at Wagner's home, "Wahnfried," in Bayreuth.
That young engineer they've got down there has spudded in the Consuegra, that you passed up, and it's producing seven hundred and fifty barrels a day as a starter." Wiley thrust out his jaw. "That's all right. I know Larkin's man; Kearn Thode, his name is. I met him before out in Oklahoma, and I've no use for him.
The thought maddened him into action at length and one day as they cantered slowly back from a visit to the little José, he forced the issue. "Billie, have you thought of the future, of what you will do?" he asked. "Oh, yes." The reply was prompt and decisive. "I can't tell you, Mr. Thode, or anyone, but I've got something to do, something big, and I've made up my mind to see it through.
How did he know where to search?" Thode hesitated. "I found a map of its location, but I had scarcely got my hands upon it when I was struck down from behind and the paper stolen." Willa uttered a startled exclamation, but he continued, unheeding. "Someone found me, hours later, lying unconscious and carried me into Limasito, where your good friend, Jim Baggott, took care of me.
"This particular one concerns a well in a mysterious pool of water where a massacre is supposed to have taken place. It dates back to the time of the Spaniards' coming." He paused, but Willa said nothing. She was striving to mask her thoughts in continued composure lest his quick mind grasp the significance of her interest. "The place is spoken of as the Pool of the Lost Souls," Thode went on.
"You will not let me offer you my thanks," she murmured. "But I am indeed grateful. Can we not at least be friends, Mr. Thode? I I regret that bitter, angry letter I sent to you, but I had learned something which hurt me deeply. Won't you be magnanimous enough to forget it and let us go on as if nothing had occurred?"
Is the pain very bad?" It seemed to her that a shadow had crept into her father's eyes, but his faint voice was steady. "No, Billie. No pain just tired. Has young Thode gone home?" "No, Sir, I'm here." He came eagerly forward. "Is there anything you want me to do?" "Only shake hands with me. You rode well, last night.
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