Sandridge glanced quickly at the dark mass of pear when he heard
a slight squeaking sound that was not altogether unfamiliar. A g*n-
scabbard will make that sound when one grasps the handle of a six-
shooter suddenly. But the sound was not repeated; and Tonia's
fingers needed close attention.
And then, in the shadow of death, they began to talk of their
love; and in the still July afternoon every word they uttered
reached the ears of the Kid.
"Remember, then," said Tonia, "you must not come again until I
send for you. Soon he will be here. A vaquero at the
tienda said to-day he saw him on the Guadalupe three
days ago. When he is that near he always comes. If he comes and
finds you here he will kill you. So, for my sake, you must come no
more until I send you the word."
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