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with me!"
"All I'm going to do now is to put this rope around
your neck. Look what a pretty white neck you've got."
"Yes, I know what brought you here," Demetrio interrupted
dryly, scratching his head. "I'm going to have
you shot!"
Then, looking at Anastasio he said:
"Take him away. And . . . if he wants to confess,
bring the priest to him."
Impassive as ever, Anastasio took the prisoner gently
by the arm.
"Come along this way, Tenderfoot."
They all laughed uproariously, when a few minutes
later, Quail appeared in priestly robes.
"By God, this tenderfoot certainly talks his head off,"
Quail said. "You know, I've a notion he was having a
bit of a laugh on me when I started asking him questions."
"But didn't he have anything to say"
"Nothing, save what he said last night."
"I've a hunch he didn't come here to shoot you at
all, Compadre," said Anastasio.
"Give him something to eat and guard him."
VIII
On the morrow, Luis Cervantes was barely able to
get up. His injured leg trailing behind him, he shuffled
from hut to hut in search of a little alcohol, a kettle of