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Lennon pointed to the hoofprints of a horse that had come down the cañon at a gallop. "This must be the trail of our renegade," he said. Carmena paused to fix him with a somber gaze. "The whole bunch of bronchos may be up here, but it's the only way into the Basin; and, once in, they may get behind us. Now's your chance to quit your last chance." This time Lennon was ready for her.
And his Navahos will trap you here in the Hole." "You lie!" grunted the young Apache. "Slade send you down to git his noose on me. I haul up pony lift hit out Hell Cañon take you and white fool. Heap fun with you and him!" "What then?" queried Carmena. "You know you'll have Slade on your trail Slade and a posse and the soldiers.
Mena never does. And Dad won't ever give up the Hole, 'cause he said so. That's why Mena shot your burro to make you fight Cochise." Lennon chuckled. "Carmena came along after the Apache shot my burro." "Oh, but that's the joke," tittered the girl, in her turn. "Mena was the 'Pache.
"Afraid you girl!" taunted Carmena. "He's only a man. A single shot will kill him. You have only to " "Basta. Him big devil. Me no shoot him. Him say you go Cochise, muy pronto." The stubborn coward turned away toward the windlass. Carmena glared after him in agonized desperation. "All right all right, Pete!" she cried. "Lower me to Cochise. But listen! You needn't fight Slade or any one.
Waiting is the only safe thing. Alessandro said, to wait here. He will come." The word "Alessandro" was plain. Yes, Alessandro had said, wait; Carmena was right. She would obey, but it was a fearful ordeal. It was strange how Ramona, who felt herself preternaturally brave, afraid of nothing, so long as Alessandro was by her side, became timorous and wretched the instant he was lost to her sight.
That's it. Now lift his head and shoulders up against this chair." As Lennon raised the flaccid upper body, Carmena began to dash water into the purple face. The blotched skin gradually lightened to its natural red. The pale eyes lost their fishy glaze. They stared dazedly up into the deeply concerned face of Carmena. She flung the last cupful of water from the bowl.
Dam' good friends," smoothly agreed the Apache. "You find my woman quick, I let you go. Sabe?" "And the tizwin the barrels of tizwin," added Carmena. "Come on, all of us together You, too, Jack." She signed to the Apaches and called out a few words in their own thick guttural tongue. Lennon did not hang back. Great as was his abhorrence of the girl, he started forward beside her.
Under his bold admiring gaze the girl blushed much and ate little. Lennon kept his head with difficulty. To sit quiet and feign indifference required all his self-control. Farley had been brought in by Carmena. Toward the end of the meal Slade began to browbeat the abject, liquor-poisoned man.
You promised to help." "Not this way. It would be cold-blooded murder." "You say that when they ?" Carmena checked her indignant protest and gazed down at her foster-sister. "Well, then, how if I use that blast to blow Slade and Cochise apart?" she inquired. "Suppose I make each think the other put the giant power in the furnace?" "Too great a risk. We will explode the charge at once, or draw it."
His half-dazed roving gaze fell upon Carmena. She lay as inert as Cochise and the Apache guard. Yet she was not dead. A fragment of stone or metal, or the shock of the explosion, had injured her back. He carried her out into the anteroom. She revived. But when she sought to rise, she sank back with an ominous limpness. "Carmena!" he cried. "Carmena what is it? You're hurt!"
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