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Chapter 44

           Thereisbutonespotwherethemoonthrowslightupontheturfanarrowspaceoutsidethesombreshadowthatconcealstheassassins.Unfortunatelythisdoesnotlieinthepathoftheirintendedvictim.Hemustpassunderthecanopyofthecypress!

           "Don’tkillhim!"muttersMiguelDiaztohismen,speakinginanearnesttone."There’snoneedforthatjustyet.Iwanttohavehimaliveforthematterofanhourorso.Ihavemyreasons.Layholdofhimandhishorse.Therecanbenodanger,ashewillbetakenbysurprise,andunprepared.Ifthereberesistance,wemustshoothimdown;butletmefirefirst."

           Theconfederatespromisecompliance.

           Theyhavesoonanopportunityofprovingthesincerityoftheirpromise.Heforwhomtheyarewaitinghasaccomplishedthedescentoftheslope,andispassingundertheshadowofthecypress.

           "Abajolasarmas!Atierra!"("Downwithyourweapons.Totheground!")criesElCoyote,rushingforwardandseizingthebridle,whiletheotherthreeflingthemselvesuponthemanwhoisseatedinthesaddle.

           Thereisnoresistance,eitherbystruggleorblow;nobladedrawn;noshotdischarged:notevenawordspokeninprotest!

           Theyseeamanstandinguprightinthestirrups;theylaytheirhandsuponlimbsthatfeelsolidfleshandbone,andyetseeminsensibletothetouch!

           Thehorsealoneshowsresistance.Herearsuponhishindlegs,makesgroundbackward,anddrawshiscaptorsafterhim.

           Hecarriesthemintothelight,wherethemoonisshiningoutsidetheshadow

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