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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"The Strange Case of Cavendish"

The girl's lips were compressed, and her eyes met
his firmly.
"The way is clear," she said, "and, listen to my warning, _senor_. We
are going straight along the north side of your cabin there, until we
reach the door. For about twenty feet we shall be exposed to view from
that other cabin, if any of your men are there. If you dare utter a
sound, or make a motion, this man will shoot you dead in your
tracks--do you understand?"
His look was ugly enough, although he compelled the thin lips to smile.
"Quite clearly--yes; but pardon me if I doubt. You might kill me; I
think that, yet how would it serve you? One shot fired would bring
here a dozen men--then what?"
"I thank you, _senor_; there will be no shot fired. Give me the
revolver, Mr. Cavendish; now take this knife. As we advance walk one
step behind Mendez. You will know what to do. Now, _senor_, if you
wish to try an experiment--we go now."
There was not a sound, not a word. Not unlike three shadows they
crossed the open space, and found shelter behind the walls of the hut.


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