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Llewellyn stroked with gentle touch the pretty brown hair resting against his shoulder, and looked smilingly down upon the troubled young face. "Yes, Compadre, I know you think it will be quite for the best and I'm sure it would if if " Peggy paused. She hated to say anything uncomplimentary of the person whom the law said she must regard as her aunt. "Are you prejudiced, my dear?"
These I discovered when I came home from the war, learning that my father was alive and here in Arizona. Only we were strangers ... I did not know whether he would like me for a son, or whether I wanted a stranger for a father. So, when I came here I took the name of my compadre, my friend from the war, Anse Kirby. I wanted to know my father before I made my claims."
"Thou wilt, my Eustaquia. Doña Chonita is no pudding-brained girl. She needs no dueña." "I know that; but it is not that I am thinking of. Suppose some one sees you; thou knowest the inflexibility of our conventions." "You forget that we are comadre and compadre. Our privileges are many." He abruptly dismissed the intimate "thou," with his usual American perversity. "True; I had forgotten.
Mighty funny note when a cat dassent walk acrost his own dooryard in broad daylight, no more! Poor ole Compadre was shakin' like a leaf when I clumb up and got him down of'n the windmill. Way the wind was whistlin' up there, the chances are he's done ketched cold in 'is tail, and if he has, yuh better see to it that thar dog ain't within gunshot uh me, now I'm tellin' yuh!"
Well, the compadre had put blank cartridges in their rifles, and my father pretended to fall dead; and the soldiers were marched away; and my father, with my mother, was carried to his home, still pretending to be dead. It had been all arranged except the awful thing, my mother's death. Who could foresee that?
They said that I was a Maderista and that I was going to rebel. But a man like me always has friends. Somebody came and warned me of what was coming to me, so when the soldiers reached Limon I was miles and miles away. Trust me! Then my compadre Anastasio who killed somebody came and joined me, and Pancracio and Quail and a lot of friends and acquaintances came after him.
Mebbe they'll get here. Mebbe they won't." "Then you don't think it's worth trying?" "Sure I do. Every little helps. It might make Pasquale sit steady in the boat till I get a chance to pull off something." When Daisy Ellington heard of the plan she went straight to Yeager. "What's this I hear about you committing suicide?" she demanded. "News to me, compadre," smiled the puncher.
"To the day when the Little Red Peg goes no farther!" he said. We drank. "To the blind compadre and the boy!" I added, and we drank again. A moment afterwards in the silent street I looked back. The door was shut, and the wee scarlet light was burning over it. I fell to thinking of the Little Red Peg in the wall. "See, madame there, on the Hill of Pains, the long finger of the Semaphore!
It would be best if Señor Americano remembered. And went back to the house." "Right-o!" agreed Kendric cheerily. "I just wanted to be sure, compadre," and he turned and dropped back into the garden. "She holds the cards, ace, face and trump!" he conceded sweepingly. "But the game's to play." And, as again he strolled along the driveway, his thoughts were not unpleasant.
The negro, on obtaining this news, set off alone in a montaria on a six hour journey in the dead of night to warn his "compadre" of the fate in store for him, and thus gave him time to fly.
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