"However, it makes no never mind. You shall still be rich any'ow. I shall
send back all ze cattle what I steal from you."
"You will? That's generous, to say the least." And Jones couldn't help
smiling.
"And planty more what I shall steal for you myself personal. Now zen, is
all right? You 'ave ze money, ze lady, everyzing." Surely there was nothing
lacking, Lopez tried to make it plain, for complete happiness. There were
no bars now in the path of content.
Yet this stupid young American was asking questions still! "But have I
everything?" he said, and, stooping, picked up the gun that Pell had
dropped just before he was killed.
Lopez was amazed. "Have you?" he said, and pointed to Lucia. "There is it!"
"But is it all right?" the young man persisted.
A look of scorn came over the face of the bandit. "If it makes you 'appy,
what you care? You should not look ze gift 'appiness in ze face. Go on,
take her. Ees nice; you like 'er."
Still Gilbert hesitated. "But I can't now."
"And why not?" the bandit asked. He was thoroughly weary of Gilbert's
dilly-dallying, so foreign to his own philosophy.
"Maybe sometime. By and bye; but not now."
"If she is all right by and bye, why the 'ell is she all wrong now?" cried
Lopez, incensed.
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