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The children watched them eagerly, and in a moment Tita sprang up and began to run towards them, shouting joyfully, "It's the Señorita Carmen!" Then Tonio ran too. When Carmen saw the two wild little figures she shouted and waved her hand to them, and she and the mozo, or servant, who was on the other horse, galloped as fast as they could up the hill to meet them.
'Tonio pointed to the "hound" scouts with the Verde company Hualpais, some of them splendid specimens from the mountains; Apache Yumas, some of them, not quite the peer of the Hualpais; but many of them most of them, in fact Apache Mohaves, fiercest, surest trailers of the wild Red Rock country, familiar with every cañon and crag in all the rude range from Snow Lake to the Sierra Blanca.
Tonio Kröger looked over their shoulders to see where they were reading. It was a good passage, a point and effect which he had worked out superbly. He was content with himself. "You see," he said. "There stands my name. I wrote this, and now it is being published, you understand." "Well, that is sufficient," said Mr.
A new sentry, another old soldier, had taken his place. There was nothing to do but tell him to keep a sharp lookout and report anything strange he saw or heard, particularly to be on lookout for 'Tonio.
Throwing back his pretty head, with an air of unconquerable resolution, he reached forth and pounded his mate smartly on the back. "You, Luis Garcia, what you crying for? Isn't none of your staffs, anyway." "Ain't my old staffs, ain't," sobbed the "echo," for such he was often nicknamed. "Then you needn't cry, you needn't. I ain't crying, I ain't. Hate old Aunt Sally. Hate 'Tonio. Hate Ferd.
There was sudden cry, low, like that of the night-bird, and 'Tonio dug his moccasined heels in his lop-eared charger's ribs and drove out to the front, then turned in saddle, looked back at his chief and pointed. Both officers instantly followed. The trail led over a low spur, and the scouts had halted and were squatting at the crest.
It is hard for us to understand how they tell what season it is in a country like Mexico, where there is no winter, and no snow except on the tops of high mountains, and where flowers bloom all the year round. Tonio and Tita can tell pretty well by the way they go to school. During the very hot dry weather of April and May there is vacation.
He swayed, too, a trifle, as though from sudden shock, and it was a second or two before he found his voice. Then: "What infernal rot! Didn't they find my own pistol, that 'Tonio had stolen, where his fellows or he had dropped it in their flight?" "O, Lord, yes," was the airy answer, "five miles away. But Harris found the real one, right there at the spot.
She was the sort of woman men kill and are killed for. She played the part with an extreme economy of movement, with a kind of feline stillness which made her occasional explosions into action, as when she attacked Tonio with the whip, literally terrifying. She sang it carelessly and therefore in a manner absolutely gorgeous.
He overtook my abductor in the forest, and, though unarmed, at once attacked him. The man dropped me and turned upon my brother. A fierce struggle ensued, during which the mask was struck from my abductor's face and, to my horror, I thought I recognized Tonio. Suddenly there was a report of a pistol. I had watched the conflict, unable to move. I saw my brother stagger; blood was gushing from him.
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