"Senor, should you chance to see that great hombre who whipped Manuel so
completely, you would do well to give the warning. Me, I heard from
Ronaldo last night that Manuel spoke many threats against that gringo
who had beaten him. Carlos also--and I think they mean ill towards the
Senor Seem'son. Me, I thought to ride that way to-morrow and give the
word of warning."
"We're going there now," said Jack, with some difficulty holding the
yellow horse quiet, while he shook hands with Valencia. "Adios,
Valencia. If you ever come near our mine, remember that what we have
will be yours also."
"Gracias, gracias--adios--" He stood staring regretfully after them when
they started erratically down the slope; erratically, because Solano
preferred going backward or sidewise, or straight up and down, to going
forward. They were not two hundred yards away from the stable when
Valencia overtook them, having saddled in haste that he might ride with
them for a way.
"That caballo, he needs two to show him the way, Senors," grinned
Valencia, to explain his coming. "Me, I shall help to get him started,
and we will say adios farther up the valley, unless the senors desire to
ride to Senor Seem'son's cabin."
"That's where we're headed for, believe it or not!" laughed Jack, who at
that moment was going round and round in a circle. "When he gets so
dizzy he can't tell up from down, maybe he'll do as I say about going
straight ahead.
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