An instant he stood there gazing down into her
face. Then he turned toward Brennan.
"Leave us alone, Dan," he said simply. "Get that gang of blacklegs out
of here."
CHAPTER XXXII: IN THE TWO CABINS
The marshal's lips smiled.
"Sure, Jim," he drawled, "anything to oblige, although this is a new
one on me. Come on, Matt; it seems the gentleman does not wish to be
disturbed---- Well, neither would I under such circumstances. Here
you! line up there in single file, and get a move on you--pronto! Show
'em what I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks English at the head----
Yes, he's the one. Now look here, _amigo_, you march straight out
through that door, and head for the bunk-house--do you get that?"
"_Si, senor_; I savvy!"
"Well, you better; tell those fellows that if one of 'em makes a break
he's goin' ter be a dead Mex--will yer? Get to the other side of them,
Matt; now step ahead--not too fast."
Westcott watched the procession file out, still clasping the partially
unconscious girl in his arms. Moore, bringing up the rear, disappeared
through the entrance, and vanished into the night without.
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