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Updated: June 22, 2025
"And it'll be lucky fer us if we ain't both butchered in our sleep plundering and running off horses old Santo's gone you see if he ain't plundering " "But, ma," said the girl, perplexed and terrified in the same moment, "they've gone." "Oh, but they'll come back!" cried the mother, without pausing her wail. "They'll come back trust them for that running off horses.
The sentry's voice sounded slightly muffled, for his cheek was pressed against the weapon. "I won't be tired for some time yet." The girl saw the head slowly rise, the eyes fixed upon the sentry's face. A tall, black figure slunk across the cow-stalls and vanished back of old Santo's quarters. She knew what was to come to pass.
She gave a cry of delight and sprang across the threshold. Then she suddenly shrank back and gasped. She had confronted three men in gray seated upon the floor with their legs stretched out and their backs against Santo's manger. Their dust-covered countenances were expanded in grins.
"Lethargy dwells there and in all Eastern lands." "You have made up your mind to spend the rest of your days in the fog?" "No. Indeed, only to-day I acquired a Campo Santo with cypress trees, in which I intend to make a home for any dying romance that still lingers within me." He spoke with a sort of wistful whimsicality. Carey stared hard at him. "A Campo Santo's a place for the dead."
The girl, standing by the door, heard them break forth an instant later in clamorous whispers. "Where'll we hide? Where'll we hide? There hain't a place to hide!" The girl turned and glanced wildly about the barn. It seemed true. The stock of hay had grown low under Santo's endless munching, and from occasional levyings by passing troopers in grey.
She knew this grim thing was upon a terrible mission, and that it would reappear again at the head of the little passage between Santo's stall and the wall, almost at the sentry's elbow; and yet when she saw a faint indication as of a form crouching there, a scream from an utterly new alarm almost escaped her. The sentry's arms, after all, were not of granite. He moved restively.
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