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By his automobile he found Martinez posted, stroking his long black mustache and regarding Sorenson's office, which was still lighted though the curtain remained drawn over the broad plate-glass window. "Just wanted to give you a whispered word," he said, in Steele Weir's ear, darting a glance towards some of the Mexicans who, drawn by insatiable curiosity, were lounging nearer.
Her night-cloak kept her from the cold, and the panoply of her virtue secured her from insult; so, threading her way amidst the throng, she arrived at the head of the old winding street called the West Bow, where, at a projection a little to the north of Major Weir's Entry, she mounted a narrow stair.
But I'll not boast of that; your father probably has gone longer periods without sleep, or with only broken rest, than ever I did. Most doctors do. Be sure and let me know if anything new occurs." But if Weir's mind was put at ease so far as Janet was concerned, he had more than enough other cares to burden his thoughts.
One Mexican, a ranch hand from one of Vorse's ranches, wearing a great high-peaked felt hat and chaps, insolently thrust himself before the trio, spitting at Weir's face and in Spanish begging companions to help him release Sorenson. His right hand was resting on his holster as if but awaiting an excuse to use his gun. "Get to one side," was Weir's harsh order.
In a dozen places, in a dozen ways, Magney, his predecessor, had been hampered, checked, defeated and the main contributing cause was poor workmen, inefficient work. On that sore Weir's skillful finger fell at once. Standing there before the low office building he watched Magney depart.
But he had hardly uttered two sentences when Bruce, for some unknown reason turned and looked down Webster avenue towards the town. In the distance he saw a great cloud of black smoke mounting skyward above the roofs. He grasped Bud Weir's arm and shouted: "Look! Quick! Afire!" And as if to verify his words the far-off clang of the village fire bell sounded.
Dent played on notwithstanding Weir's urgence to desist; he had already lost all his money and began staking his cattle and finally his ranch. At this stage Weir had gone to sleep at another table, with his head on his arms. Vorse had locked the front door to keep out visitors during the big game. But the back door remained open for air. Saurez had busied himself cleaning the bar.
Worry threw up the windows in Weir's room, and the boys gingerly poked their heads out. A roar greeted their appearance. The heads all popped in as if they had been struck. "Homans, you'll have to make a speech," cried the coach. "I will not!" "You've got to say somethin'. We can't have this crazy gang out here all night." Then Worry and Murray coaxed and led Homans to the window.
The act was performed with the left hand; and Weir's eyes, which seldom missed anything, observed a diamond flash on the third finger. "Well, I'd choose not to explain," said she, afterwards, "but if you insist " "I don't insist, I merely request ... your highness." A flash of anger shot from her eyes at this irony. "Don't think I'm afraid to tell you!" she cried.
He found everything quiet. He recovered the howitzer and five of the wounded men he had left behind. In spite of the absence of opposition, his men took advantage of the occasion to wreak an unfair and un-British vengeance on the helpless victors of yesterday. Goaded to fury by the sight of young Weir's mangled body, they set fire to a large part of the village.
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