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"
A
little
help
from
you
,
kind
s
'
ñorita
,
and
I
think
I
can
climb
into
my
saddle
.
Once
there
,
I
shall
be
safe
from
their
pursuit
.
"
"
You
expect
to
be
pursued
?
"
"
Quien
sale
?
I
have
enemies
,
as
I
told
you
.
Never
mind
that
.
I
feel
very
feeble
.
You
will
not
refuse
to
help
me
?
"
"
Why
should
I
?
You
are
welcome
,
sir
,
to
any
assistance
I
can
give
you
.
"
"
Mil
gracias
,
s
'
ñorita
!
Mil
,
mil
gracias
!
"
The
Creole
,
exerting
all
her
strength
,
succeeded
in
helping
the
disabled
horseman
into
his
saddle
;
where
,
after
some
balancing
,
he
appeared
to
obtain
a
tolerably
firm
seat
.
Gathering
up
his
reins
,
he
prepared
to
depart
.
"
Adios
,
s
'
ñorita
!
"
said
he
,
"
I
know
not
who
you
are
.
I
see
you
are
not
one
of
our
people
.
Americano
,
I
take
it
.
Never
mind
that
.
You
are
good
as
you
are
fair
;
and
if
ever
it
should
chance
to
be
in
his
power
,
Miguel
Diaz
will
not
be
unmindful
of
the
service
you
have
this
day
done
him
.
"
Saying
this
El
Coyote
rode
off
,
not
rapidly
,
but
in
a
slow
walk
,
as
if
he
felt
some
difficulty
in
preserving
his
equilibrium
.
Notwithstanding
the
slowness
of
the
pace
--
he
was
soon
out
of
sight
,
--
the
trees
screening
him
as
he
passed
the
glade
.
He
went
not
by
any
of
the
three
roads
,
but
by
a
narrow
track
,
scarce
discernible
where
it
entered
the
underwood
.
