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“Cy Ryder gives us the job o’ taking the schooner down to a certain point on the Gortamalar coast and there delivering to the agent o’ the gazabo three thousand stand o’ forty-eight Winchesters.

“When we gits this far into the game Ryder ups and says:

“’Boys, here’s where I cashes right in. You sets right to me for the schooner and the cargo. But you goes to Palachi’s agent over ‘crost the bay for instructions and directions.’

“’But,’ says the Englisher, Strokher, ‘this bettin’ a blind play don’t suit our hand. Why not’ says he, ‘make right up to Mister Palachi hisself?’

“’No,’ says Ryder, ‘No, boys. Ye can’t. The Signor is lying as low as a toad in a wheeltrack these days, because o’ the pryin’ and meddlin’ disposition o’ the local authorities. No,’ he says, ‘ye must have your palaver with the agent which she is a woman,’ an’ thereon I groans low and despairin’.

“So soon as he mentions ‘feemale’ Iknowedtrouble was in the atmosphere. An’ right there is where I sure looses my presence o’ mind. What I should a-done was to say, ‘Mister Ryder, Hardenberg and gents all: You’re good boys an’ you drinks and deals fair, an’ I loves you all with a love that can never, never die for the terms o’ your natural lives, an’ may God have mercy on your souls;butI ain’t keepin’ case on this ‘ere game no longer. Woman and me is mules an’ music. We ain’t never made to ride in the same go-cart Good-by.’ That-all is wot I should ha’ said. But I didn’t. I walked right plum into the sloo, like the mudhead that I was, an’ got mired for fair—jes as I might a-knowed I would.

“Well, Ryder gives us a address over across the bay an’ we fair hykes over there all along o’ as crool a rain as ever killed crops. We finds the place after awhile, a lodgin’-house all lorn and loony, set down all by itself in the middle o’ some real estate extension like a tepee in a ‘barren’—a crazy ‘modern’ house all gimcrack and woodwork and frostin’, with never another place in so far as you could hear a coyote yelp.

“Well, we bucks right up an’ asks o’ the party at the door if the Signorita Esperanza Ulivarri—that was who Ryder had told us to ask for—might be concealed about the premises, an’ we shows Cy Ryder’s note. The party that opened the door was a Greaser, the worst looking I ever clapped eyes on—looked like the kind wot ‘ud steal the coppers off his dead grandmother’s eyes. Anyhow, he says to come in, gruff-like, an’ to wait,poco tiempo.

“Well, we waitedmoucho tiempo—muy moucho, all a-settin’ on the edge of the sofy, with our hats on our knees, like philly-loo birds on a rail, and a-countin’ of the patterns in the wall-paper to pass the time along. An’ Hardenberg, who’s got to do the talkin’, gets the fidgets byne-by; and because he’s only restin’ the toes o’ his feet on the floor, his knees begin jiggerin’; an’ along o’ watchin’ him,my knees begin to go, an’ then Strokher’s and then Ally Bazan’s. An’ there we sat all in a row and jiggered an’ jiggered. Great snakes, it makes me sick to the stummick to think o’ the idjeets we were.

“Then after a long time we hears a rustle o’ silk petticoats, an’ we all grabs holt o’ one another an’ looks scared-like, out from under our eyebrows. An’ then—then, Mister Man, they walks into that bunk-house parlour the loveliest-lookin’ young feemale woman that ever wore hair.