Читать книгу Rancho Del Muerto, and Other Stories of Adventure by Various Authors, from "Outing" - Charles King - Страница 10
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“You have no time to lose, Leon. Go softly until you are a mile away, then ride like hell.
“I understand, but the money?”
“That shall be yours to-morrow—now skip.”
The jingle of a Mexican spur, the soft thud of mustang hoofs upon the yielding soil were heard a moment, and the horseman rode slowly away southwestward, the broad stiff brim of his sombrero revealed against the starry sky; then all was silence. The American, whoever he was, still stood there. Adriance felt sure he had heard the voice before. As for the horseman—Leon—that was the name he heard her speak the night he surprised her in the little summer house. Who was Leon?
