"And," she confessed to him at the last, her face hidden against his
breast, "I never want to see a surgeon's lancet again in all of my
life, Rod Norton!"
When at length the sheriff could bestride a horse he wondered
impatiently what it could be that kept Jim Galloway so long away. And
if he was never coming back. But he knew that high up among the
cliffs, hidden away in the ancient caves, Jim Galloway's rifles were
still lying.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE STRONG HAND OF GALLOWAY
"Oh, you will all dance and shout together very soon," said Ignacio
wisely to his six bells in the old Mission garden. "You will see!
Captain and the Dancer and Lolita, the Little One, La Golondrina, and
Ignacio Chavez, all of you together until far out across the desert men
hear. For it is in the air that things will happen. And then, when it
is all done . . . Why then, amigos, who but me is going to build a
little roof over you that runs down both ways, to save you from the hot
sun and the rains? . . . Oh, one knows. It is in the air. You will
see!"
For Jim Galloway had returned, a new Galloway, a Galloway who carried
himself up and down the street with bright, victorious eyes, and the
stride of full confidence, who, at least in the eyes of Ignacio Chavez,
was like a blood-lusting lion "screwing up his muscles" to spring.
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