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Chapter 44

           Therestremainherewithme.HemustcomethatwayfromtheLeona.Wecanmeethimatthebottomofthegorgeunderthebigcypresstree.’Tisthebestplaceforourpurpose."

           "Hadwenotbettersilencehim?"hintsthebloodthirstyBarajo,pointingtotheGalwegianfortunatelyunconsciousofwhatistranspiringaroundhim.

           "Deadmentellnotales!"addsanotheroftheconspirators,repeatingtheproverbinitsoriginallanguage.

           "Itwouldtellaworsetalewerewetokillhim,"rejoinsDiaz."Besides,it’sofnouse.He’ssilentenoughasitis,thedrolldevil.Letthedoghavehisday.I’veonlybargainedforthelifeofhismaster.Come,Barajo!Vayate!vayate!Uptothecliff.Wecan’ttellthemomentDonMauriciomaydropinuponus.Amiscarriagemustnotbemade.Wemayneverhavesuchachanceagain.Takeyourstandatthetopofthegorge.Fromthatpointyouhaveaviewofthewholeplain.Hecannotcomenearwithoutyourseeinghim,insuchamoonlightasthis.Assoonasyou’veseteyesonhim,hastendownandletusknow.Besureyougiveustimetogetunderthecypress."

           Barajoisproceedingtoyieldobediencetothischapterofinstructions,butwithevidentreluctance.Hehas,thenightbefore,beeninillluck,havinglosttoElCoyotealargesumatthegameofmonté.Heisdesirousofhavinghisrevanche:forhewellknowshowhisconfrèreswillspendthetimeinhisabsence.

           "Quick.

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