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Auguste was annoyed by the Spaniard's high-and-mighty airs, and his French instincts of equality revolted against Don Pablo's pretensions to be better than the rest of the servants. They had their meals in common, but Don Pablo occupied the seat of honor and demanded to be waited upon, while Auguste, Anne and Isabel had to be content to wait upon themselves.
It was a long prayer; Parker, waiting patiently for him to finish, did not know that Pablo recited the litany for the dying. "Come, Pablo, my good fellow, you've prayed enough," he suggested presently. "Help me carry Don Miguel down to the wagon Pablo, he's alive!" "Hah!" Pablo's exclamation was a sort of surprised bleat. "Madre de Cristo! Look to me, Don Miguel.
Suppose bad accident, and you at cottage, then you do good. I think, Massa Edward, you very foolish." Edward laughed at this blunt observation of Pablo's, and replied, "It is very true, Pablo, that I cannot watch over my sisters, and protect them in person when I am away; but there are reasons why I should go, nevertheless, and I may be more useful to them by going than by remaining with them.
This matter attended to, he strolled over to the ranch blacksmith shop and searched through it until he found that which he sought a long, heavy pair of bolt-clippers such as stockmen use for dehorning young cattle. Armed with this tool, he slipped quietly round to the rear of Pablo's "calaboose," and went to work noiselessly on the small iron-grilled window of the settlement-room.
Pablo's shrill, agonized denunciation had fallen upon deaf ears, once the old majordomo had conveyed to Parker the information of Don Mike's death. "The rope take it off!" he protested to the unconscious Pablo. "It's cutting him in two. He looks like a link of sausage! Ugh! A Jap! Horrible! I'm smeared I can't explain nobody in this country will believe me Pablo will kill me "
Jaime glanced behind him, as if his eyes would seek in the interior of the house the sweet figure of Margalida. Then he thought over all his old anxieties and all the new truths to which he had awakened, repeating the same vigorous declaration: "Let us kill the dead!" Pablo's voice aroused him from his reflections.
This assurance of the knowing Indian quite restored Don Pablo's confidence, and they talked no longer on the subject. After a while, their attention was again called to the vultures. These filthy creatures had returned to the deer, and were busily gorging themselves, when, all at once, they were seen to rise up as if affrighted.
"Well, Pablo, I suppose you will allow that, now that you know she is a girl, she is handsomer than you?" "Oh yes," replied Pablo, "very handsome girl; but too much girl for handsome boy." At last every thing was out of the cart, the iron chest dragged into Pablo's room, and Billy put into his stable and given his supper, which he had well earned, for the cart had been very heavily loaded.
"Since the town was sacked by Balat, I've never seen another night equal to it," responded Sister Puté. "What a lot of shots! They say that it was old Pablo's band." "Tulisanes? That can't be! They say that it was the cuadrilleros against the civil-guards. That's why Don Filipo has been arrested." "Sanctus Deus! They say that at least fourteen were killed."
"Cut out the pantomime and disgorge the information, for the love of heaven," Parker pleaded. "He peench" Pablo's voice rose to a pseudo-feminine screech "the cheek of" he whirled upon Mrs. Parker and transfixed her with a tobacco-stained index finger "Señorita Parker, so help me, by Jimmy, eef I tell you some lies I hope I die pretty queeck." Both the Parkers stared at the old man blankly.
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