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.""He's dead set to arrest me, Nels.""An' he'll do it, like the old lady who kept tavern out West.Gene, the reason thet red-faced coyote didn't trail you up here is becausehe's scared.He allus was scared of you.But I reckon he's shore scared todeath of me an' Monty.""Well, we'll take Pat in his turn.The thing now is, when will that Greaserstalk us, and what'll we do when he comes?""My boy, there's only one way to handle a Greaser.I shore told you thet.Hemeans rough toward us.He'll come smilin' up, all soci'ble like, insinuatin'an' sweeter 'n a woman.But he's treacherous; he's wuss than an Indian.An',Gene, we know for a positive fact how his gang hev been operatin' betweenthese hills an' Agua Prieta.They're no nervy gang of outlaws like we used tohev.But they're plumb bad.They've raided and murdered through the San LuisPass an' Guadalupe Canon.They've murdered women, an' wuss than thet, bothnorth an' south of Agua Prieta.Mebbe the U.S.cavalry don't know it, an' the good old States;but we, you an' me an' Monty an' Nick, we know it.We know jest about whatPage 177 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthet rebel war down there amounts to.It's guerrilla war, an' shore someharvest-time fer a lot of cheap thieves an'outcasts."Oh, you're right, Nels.I'm not disputing that," repliedStewart."If it wasn't for Miss Hammond and the other women, I'd rather enjoyseeing you and Monty open up on that bunch.I'm thinking I'd be glad to meetDon Carlos.But Miss Hammond! Why, Nels, such a woman as she is would neverrecover from the sight of real gun-play, let alone any stunts with a rope.TheseEastern women are different.I'm not belittling our Western women.It's inthe blood.Miss Hammond is--is--""Shore she is," interrupted Nels; "but she's got a damn sight more spunk thanyou think she has, Gene Stewart.I'm no thick-skulled cow.I'd hatesomethin' powerful to hev MissHammond see any rough work, let alone me an' Monty startin'somethin'.An' me an' Monty'll stick to you, Gene, as long as seemsreasonable.Mind, ole feller, beggin' your pardon, you're shore stuck on MissHammond, an' over-tender not to hurt her feelin's or make her sick by lettin'some blood.We're in bad here, an' mebbe we'll hev to fight.Sabe, senor?Wal, we do you can jest gamble thet Miss Hammond'll be game.An' I'll bet youa million pesos thet if you got goin' onct, an' she seen you asI've seen you--wal, I know what she'd think of you.This old world 'ain'tchanged much.Some women may be white-skinned an'soft-eyed an' sweet-voiced an' high-souled, but they all like to see a man!Gene, here's your game.Let Don Carlos come along.Be civil.If he an' his gang are hungry, feed 'em.Take even a littleoverbearin' Greaser talk.Be blind if he wants his gang to steal somethin'.Let him think the women hev mosied down to the ranch.But if he says you'relyin'--if he as much as looks round to see the women--jest jump him same asyou jumped Pat Hawe.Me an' Monty'll hang back fer thet, an' if your strongbluff don't go through, if the Don's gang even thinks of flashin' guns, thenwe'll open up.An' all I got to say is if them Greasers stand fer realgun-play they'll be the fust I ever seen.""Nels, there are white men in that gang," said Stewart."Shore.But me an' Monty'll be thinkin' of thet.If they start anythin'it'll hev to be shore quick.""All right, Nels, old friend, and thanks," replied Stewart.Nels returned tothe camp-fire, and Stewart resumed his silent guard.Madeline led Castleton away from the brink of the wall."By Jove! Cowboys are bloom~ng strange folk!" he exclaimed."They are not what they pretend to be.""Indeed, you are right," replied Madeline."I cannot understand them.Come,let us tell the others that Nels and Monty were only talking and do not intendto leave us.Dorothy, at least, will be less frightened if she knows."Dorothy was somewhat comforted.The others, however, complained of thecowboys' singular behavior.More than once the idea was advanced that anelaborate trick had been concocted.Upon general discussion this idea gainedground.Madeline did not combat it, because she saw it tended to a lessperturbed condition of mind among her guests.Castleton for once proved thatPage 178 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhe was not absolutely obtuse, and helped along the idea.They sat talking in low voices until a late hour.The incident now began totake on the nature of Helen's long-yearned-for adventure.Some of the partyeven grew merry in a subdued way.Then, gradually, one by one they tired and went to bed.Helen vowed she couldnot sleep in a place where there were bats and crawling things.Madelinefancied, however, that they all wentto sleep while she lay wide-eyed, staring up at the black bulge of overhangingrock and beyond the starry sky.To keep from thinking of Stewart and the burning anger he had caused her tofeel for herself, Madeline tried to keep her mind on other things.Butthought of him recurred, and each time there was a hot commotion in her breasthard to stifle.Intelligent reasoning seemed out of her power.In the daylight it had beenpossible for her to be oblivious to Stewart's deceit after the moment of itsrealization.At night, however, in the strange silence and hovering shadowsof gloom, with the speaking stars seeming to call to her, with the moan of thewind in the pines, and the melancholy mourn of coyotes in the distance, shewas not able to govern her thought and emotion.The day was practical, cold;the night was strange and tense.In the darkness she had fancies whollyunknown to her in the bright light of the sun.She battled with a hauntingthought [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.""He's dead set to arrest me, Nels.""An' he'll do it, like the old lady who kept tavern out West.Gene, the reason thet red-faced coyote didn't trail you up here is becausehe's scared.He allus was scared of you.But I reckon he's shore scared todeath of me an' Monty.""Well, we'll take Pat in his turn.The thing now is, when will that Greaserstalk us, and what'll we do when he comes?""My boy, there's only one way to handle a Greaser.I shore told you thet.Hemeans rough toward us.He'll come smilin' up, all soci'ble like, insinuatin'an' sweeter 'n a woman.But he's treacherous; he's wuss than an Indian.An',Gene, we know for a positive fact how his gang hev been operatin' betweenthese hills an' Agua Prieta.They're no nervy gang of outlaws like we used tohev.But they're plumb bad.They've raided and murdered through the San LuisPass an' Guadalupe Canon.They've murdered women, an' wuss than thet, bothnorth an' south of Agua Prieta.Mebbe the U.S.cavalry don't know it, an' the good old States;but we, you an' me an' Monty an' Nick, we know it.We know jest about whatPage 177 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthet rebel war down there amounts to.It's guerrilla war, an' shore someharvest-time fer a lot of cheap thieves an'outcasts."Oh, you're right, Nels.I'm not disputing that," repliedStewart."If it wasn't for Miss Hammond and the other women, I'd rather enjoyseeing you and Monty open up on that bunch.I'm thinking I'd be glad to meetDon Carlos.But Miss Hammond! Why, Nels, such a woman as she is would neverrecover from the sight of real gun-play, let alone any stunts with a rope.TheseEastern women are different.I'm not belittling our Western women.It's inthe blood.Miss Hammond is--is--""Shore she is," interrupted Nels; "but she's got a damn sight more spunk thanyou think she has, Gene Stewart.I'm no thick-skulled cow.I'd hatesomethin' powerful to hev MissHammond see any rough work, let alone me an' Monty startin'somethin'.An' me an' Monty'll stick to you, Gene, as long as seemsreasonable.Mind, ole feller, beggin' your pardon, you're shore stuck on MissHammond, an' over-tender not to hurt her feelin's or make her sick by lettin'some blood.We're in bad here, an' mebbe we'll hev to fight.Sabe, senor?Wal, we do you can jest gamble thet Miss Hammond'll be game.An' I'll bet youa million pesos thet if you got goin' onct, an' she seen you asI've seen you--wal, I know what she'd think of you.This old world 'ain'tchanged much.Some women may be white-skinned an'soft-eyed an' sweet-voiced an' high-souled, but they all like to see a man!Gene, here's your game.Let Don Carlos come along.Be civil.If he an' his gang are hungry, feed 'em.Take even a littleoverbearin' Greaser talk.Be blind if he wants his gang to steal somethin'.Let him think the women hev mosied down to the ranch.But if he says you'relyin'--if he as much as looks round to see the women--jest jump him same asyou jumped Pat Hawe.Me an' Monty'll hang back fer thet, an' if your strongbluff don't go through, if the Don's gang even thinks of flashin' guns, thenwe'll open up.An' all I got to say is if them Greasers stand fer realgun-play they'll be the fust I ever seen.""Nels, there are white men in that gang," said Stewart."Shore.But me an' Monty'll be thinkin' of thet.If they start anythin'it'll hev to be shore quick.""All right, Nels, old friend, and thanks," replied Stewart.Nels returned tothe camp-fire, and Stewart resumed his silent guard.Madeline led Castleton away from the brink of the wall."By Jove! Cowboys are bloom~ng strange folk!" he exclaimed."They are not what they pretend to be.""Indeed, you are right," replied Madeline."I cannot understand them.Come,let us tell the others that Nels and Monty were only talking and do not intendto leave us.Dorothy, at least, will be less frightened if she knows."Dorothy was somewhat comforted.The others, however, complained of thecowboys' singular behavior.More than once the idea was advanced that anelaborate trick had been concocted.Upon general discussion this idea gainedground.Madeline did not combat it, because she saw it tended to a lessperturbed condition of mind among her guests.Castleton for once proved thatPage 178 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhe was not absolutely obtuse, and helped along the idea.They sat talking in low voices until a late hour.The incident now began totake on the nature of Helen's long-yearned-for adventure.Some of the partyeven grew merry in a subdued way.Then, gradually, one by one they tired and went to bed.Helen vowed she couldnot sleep in a place where there were bats and crawling things.Madelinefancied, however, that they all wentto sleep while she lay wide-eyed, staring up at the black bulge of overhangingrock and beyond the starry sky.To keep from thinking of Stewart and the burning anger he had caused her tofeel for herself, Madeline tried to keep her mind on other things.Butthought of him recurred, and each time there was a hot commotion in her breasthard to stifle.Intelligent reasoning seemed out of her power.In the daylight it had beenpossible for her to be oblivious to Stewart's deceit after the moment of itsrealization.At night, however, in the strange silence and hovering shadowsof gloom, with the speaking stars seeming to call to her, with the moan of thewind in the pines, and the melancholy mourn of coyotes in the distance, shewas not able to govern her thought and emotion.The day was practical, cold;the night was strange and tense.In the darkness she had fancies whollyunknown to her in the bright light of the sun.She battled with a hauntingthought [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]