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Calhoun
paused
upon
the
threshold
,
and
listened
.
"
Mal
--
dit
--
dit
--
o
!
"
muttered
the
sleeper
,
concluding
the
exclamation
with
a
hiccup
.
"
Buen
--
buenos
nove-dad-es
!
Good
news
,
por
sangre
Chrees
--
Chreest
--
o
!
Si
S'ñor
Merican
--
cano
!
Nove
--
dad
--
es
s
'
perbos
!
Los
Indyos
Co
--
co
--
manchees
on
the
war-trail
--
el
rastro
de
guerra
.
God
bless
the
Co
--
co
--
manchees
!
"
"
The
brute
's
drunk
!
"
said
his
visitor
,
mechanically
speaking
aloud
.
"
H'la
S'ñor
!
"
exclaimed
the
owner
of
the
jacalé
,
aroused
to
a
state
of
semi-consciousness
by
the
sound
of
a
human
voice
.
"
Quien
llama
!
Who
has
the
honour
--
that
is
,
have
I
the
happiness
--
I
,
Miguel
Diaz
--
el
Co
--
coyoté
,
as
the
leperos
call
me
.
Ha
,
ha
!
coyo
--
coyot
.
Bah
!
what
's
in
a
name
?
Yours
,
S'ñor
?
Mil
demonios
!
who
are
you
?
"
Partially
raising
himself
from
his
reed
couch
,
the
inebriate
remained
for
a
short
time
in
a
sitting
attitude
--
glaring
,
half
interrogatively
,
half
unconsciously
,
at
the
individual
whose
voice
had
intruded
itself
into
his
drunken
dreams
.
The
unsteady
examination
lasted
only
for
a
score
of
seconds
Then
the
owner
of
the
jacalé
,
with
an
unintelligible
speech
,
subsided
into
a
recumbent
position
;
when
a
savage
grunt
,
succeeded
by
a
prolonged
snore
,
proved
him
to
have
become
oblivious
to
the
fact
that
his
domicile
contained
a
guest
.
"
Another
chance
lost
!
"
said
the
latter
,
hissing
the
words
through
his
teeth
,
as
he
turned
disappointedly
from
the
door
.
"
A
sober
fool
and
a
drunken
knave
--
two
precious
tools
wherewith
,
to
accomplish
a
purpose
like
mine
!
Curse
the
luck
!
All
this
night
it
's
been
against
me
!
It
maybe
three
long
hours
before
this
pig
sleeps
off
the
swill
that
has
stupefied
him
.
Three
long
hours
,
and
then
what
would
be
the
use
of
him
?
'
Twould
be
too
late
--
too
late
!
"
As
he
said
this
,
he
caught
the
rein
of
his
bridle
,
and
stood
by
the
head
of
his
horse
,
as
if
uncertain
what
course
to
pursue
.
