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The Bride of the Sun

BOOK III—THE TRAIL OF THE PONCHOS I

Word Count: 2243    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

ima. He had just come from the Darsena docks, where the harbor engineers had been giving him news the reverse of cheerf

even if there was no attendant damage. Everybody had thought Garcia feasting at Arequipa, but the pretender had evaded his enemies

ion from President Veintemilla, This would not be worth the paper it was written on if Garcia proved victorious. Super-active by nature, the young

t her work, so he turned into the Circulo de los Amigos de las Artes for a drink. This establishment, though baptized a club, was in reality a huge café and reading-room. The ground

report of the capture of Cuzco. General Garcia and his troops, the President announced, were bottled up in Arequipa, all the sierra defiles were in the hands of Government troops, and the traitors would be hurled into the sea or chased into the great sand deserts. The proclamation concluded with a

he walked briskly, now fearing that he might be late. As he went, he remembered his first day’s walk through this same labyrinth of nar

hat a manly little brain it was! And to think that the pair of them had been such f

Maria-

r, and Dick walked

a-Ter

o the room, trying to see wher

d! Maria

, that curtain torn from its rings, this broken pane in the window told the story. Silence greeted his sh

no doubt of it. Huascar and his Indians had carried her off. That dog Huascar, whom she trusted, and who loved h

re he should have been, instead of listening to all those fools in the café. He could have laid his hands on Huascar then! That wa

e saw it all now, and remembered how Huascar had last left that same room,

alls about him. What could he do? He jumped back into the street and hesitated.

nder that lantern, was a wine-shop, the only living thing in this dead street. He ran

s your m

that the se?orita had returned to Lima as usual with th

t mo

There were not so many motors

as dri

e b

ber

?or, Li

thing to you as

, he did n

see your

or was traveling fast.... Nay, se?or

by the collar, and

Why were you not with you

Quichua offered me a drink

en he realized what had happened, Domingo would have torn his hair out with grief, but Dick, seizing

ave been carried off without the aid of Liber-tad, a rascally half-breed to whom the se?orita had given work out of pity. The day and

o drink, was the mot

had been there

he hoo

and started running toward the main avenue. If Maria-Teresa had been carried off in her own motor,

from a doorway, who swore vigorously. Dick recognized him at once, and gave such

... the fiancé of Se?orita de la Torre....

Dick told the little old gentleman what had happened, and g

ust opposite. A minute while I tell them

toward the harbor, questioning shopkeepers and pedestrians as he went. So

lice. In this he did the little man an injustice, for he had ha

ell, here I am. Natividad i

earned him by his cherubic face, and of which he was rather proud. Dick found the little man hot enough a

drew him to the wall. The street was deserted, and lighted only by feeble rays from a low glass-paned door a few steps ahead

at the other end of the street. They rejoined Huascar, who had closed the door behind him, and exchanged a fe

n a grip that imposed silence. “Why is it? What does it

ained panes. Dick, looking over his shoulder, saw a room full of Indians sitting at tables, but neither smoking nor drinking. Huascar

ough, for he dragged Dick into t

the mountains. There should not be one here for the next ten days. But I cannot believe Huascar has anything to do with the kidnaping.

events find the motor. I am sure Huascar knows whe

m the other end of the calle. “Here are those Indians coming back with horses.... Wh

rther to the shelter of an alley nearly opposite the low door, and from which they could still see all that was happening round

a lounge-suit of impeccable cut:—Oviedo Huayna Runtu himself. Then an incredible thing happened. All these men who had rem

ouse. The bank-clerk was the first to vault into the saddle, Huascar holding his stirrup. Then Huasca

in the party threw open his poncho, showing beneath it, i

gasped Natividad, g

wered by another a long way off, at the other end

follow, but Nativ

st know which way they a

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