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Los Robles was still half a dozen miles away and the cattle were weary from the long drive. For an hour they had seemed to smell water and the leaders made a bee-line for it, bellowing with stretched necks as they hurried forward. It was late when at last they reached the water-hole. "Time to throw off. We'll make camp in the cool of the morning," Yeager called to Shorty.
The director clapped his hands briskly. "All over at the willows for the kid-finding scene. Got your location picked, Farrar?" A red-hot cannon ball was flaming high in the heavens when Yeager drew out of Los Robles at a road gait. The desert winds were whispering good-night to the sun as he crossed Dry Sandy just above the Sinks.
Your friends are the guests of General Pasquale. They came to Noche Buena to find one Señor Yeager. They are resolved to stay here until he is found by them, even though they remain till the day of their death. The note was signed, "Siempre, Gabriel Pasquale." After reading, it, Yeager handed the note back to Lennox and spoke quietly. "Pasquale passes the buck up to me.
"Knocked in the head as I came down to the wharf. Serves me right for being asleep at the switch. Think I'll run down to my room and wash the blood off." Yeager offered to examine the wound. He had had some experience in broken heads among the boys at his ranch, he said. "Perhaps I could dress the hurt. I had a year's training as a nurse," suggested Miss Wallace, a little shyly. "Mr.
First place they'll look for you will be at home," suggested Yeager. "There's a haystack out in the Lunar pastures. I'll lay low there. Tell Chad when you see him, and have Ruth fix me up something to eat." They parted, each of them to get in what sleep was possible before day.
There'll be nothing left for you to do but burn the wind." Frank swallowed hard. "What Steve says goes with me, Billie." "Good." Yeager turned briskly to the business in hand. "We might as well be on our way, boys. There's no hurry, because I want Pasquale and Culvera to get settled at their game. But I reckon we'll drift along easy like."
The range-rider snaked his way toward the house, moving so slowly and noiselessly that Farrar lost sight of him entirely and began to wonder where he had gone. It must have been nearly twenty minutes later that he caught a glimpse of him without his rifle. Yeager was engaged in confidential talk with a guard in uniform.
"Pedro Cabenza, or Yeager, or whatever you call yourself, you have been tried for rebellion, insubordination, and conspiracy to kill General Pasquale. You have been sentenced to be shot at sunset. The order of the military court will be carried out as decreed." The cowpuncher took it without the twitching of a muscle in the brown face.
Jim was sailing into the full tide of his sarcasm when Keller touched him on the shoulder. "I'd like to see you for a moment, Mr. Yeager, if you can give me the time," he said. Healy took in the nester with an eye of jade. "Your twin brother wants you, Jim. Run along with him. Don't mind us." "I won't, Brill." The young man rose, and sauntered off with the Bear Creek settler.
The little extra promptly took the stage away from Yeager, whereupon Daisy Ellington absorbed the attention of Steve. She asked a sharp question or two which he answered blandly. It was not his intention to communicate any suspicions he happened to have. They were waiting for the dessert. Daisy put her lean, pretty elbows on the table and her chin in her little doubled fists.
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