"
The Mexican began to write furiously, then spasmodically, then
slowly and reluctantly. "I war-r-n you, I shall expose all," he
said suddenly.
"As you please."
"And shall say that if I disappear, you are my murderer--you
understand--my MURDERER!"
"Don't consult me on a question of epithets, but go on."
Don Caesar recommenced his writing with a malign smile. There was
a sudden sharp rap at the door.
Don Caesar leaped to his feet, grasped his papers, and rushed to
the door; but Paul was before him. "Who is there?" he demanded.
"Pendleton."
At the sound of the colonel's voice Don Caesar fell back. Paul
opened the door, admitted the tall figure of the colonel, and was
about to turn the key again. But Pendleton lifted his hand in grim
deprecation.
"That will do, Mr. Hathaway. I know all. But I wish to speak with
Briones elsewhere, alone."
"Excuse me, Colonel Pendleton," said Paul firmly, "but I have the
prior claim. Words have passed between this gentleman and myself
which we are now on our way to the station and the frontier to
settle. If you are willing to accompany us, I shall give you every
opportunity to converse with him alone, and arrange whatever
business you may have with him, provided it does not interfere with
mine.
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