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"She seen me, too!" Mariedetta was squatting in the shade opposite, her eyes fixed stolidly upon the training-quarters. "Then you've got to lay low till she gives up," declared Wally. "We're in trouble enough as it is."
I hate to spoil his little visit, but he can take that in on his way home. Now I'll ring for somebody, and have this taken over to the station by the first wagon." "Say, you better scratch this Fresno," said Larry. "Why?" "He's hep to you." "Nonsense!" Glass looked up at a sound, to discover Mariedetta, the Mexican maid, who had come in answer to Speed's call.
He hurled Mariedetta out of his path with brutal disregard, but even before he could reach his point of vantage the sprinters burst into the homestretch. Larry Glass saw it all at a glance Speed was weakening, while Skinner was running easily. Nature had done her utmost; she could not work the impossible. As they tore past, Skinner was ahead.
"In the doorway'" the trainer said, under his breath. "Pipe the Cuban Queen!" "You call?" inquired Mariedetta of the younger man. "Yes, I want this telegram to go to the depot as soon as possible." Mariedetta took the message and turned silently, but as she went she flashed a look at Glass which caused that short-waisted gentleman to wink at his companion. "Some frill! Eh? I'm for her!
She was clad in the straight-hanging native garment, belted in with a sash; her feet were in sandals, and she moved as silently as a shadow. During the four days since Miss Blake's arrival at the Flying Heart Ranch she had seen Mariedetta flitting noiselessly here and there, but had never heard her speak.
We'll hear from Culver soon, either by wire or in person. He's never failed me yet. But if I were you, Larry, I'd leave that Mexican girl alone." "Mary?" "Yes. Mariedetta. Now, there's something to be afraid of. If these cowboys are in love with her and have their eyes on you " "Oh, Willie ain't her steady, and he's the only one I'm leary of.
Mariedetta recovered her water-jug and glided onward into the court in front of the cook-house, her face masklike, her movements deliberate as usual. Joy, spying the girl, grinned at her. She tossed her head coquettishly and her step slackened, whereupon the cook, with a sly glance around, tapped her gently on the arm, and said: "Nice l'il gally."
Carara turned his palm outward, in gentle apology. "You been talk' a gret deal to my Senorita to Mariedetta, eh?" "Oh, the Cuban Queen!" Glass winked openly at Speed. "Sure! I slip her a laugh now and then." "She is not Cubana, she is Mexicana," said Carara, politely. "Well, what d'you think of that! I thought she was a Cuban." Glass began to chuckle.
"Don't you want anything to eat?" he inquired, when Larry made no move to depart for the cook-house. "No." "Not hungry, eh?" "I'm hungry enough to eat a plush cushion, but " "What?" "Mary!" "Mariedetta?" "Sure. She's been chasin' me again. If somebody don't side-track that Cuban, I'll have to lick Carara." He sighed. "I told you we'd ought to tin-can it out of here. Now it's too late."
Now, however, the girl dropped her jug, and with a low cry glided to her lover, who tossed aside his cigarette and took her in his arms. From this distance their words were indistinguishable. "How perfectly romantic," said the Eastern girl, breathlessly. "I had no idea Mariedetta could love anybody." "She is a volcano," Jean answered. "Why, it's like a play!" "And it goes on all the time."
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