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"We'll both ride," he said.

The stars were out before they reached the outskirts of the

mining-camp. At the first house of the rambling suburbs Neill

slipped to the ground and walked beside her toward the old adobe

plaza of the Mexican town.

People passed them on the run, paying no attention to them, and

others dribbled singly or in small groups from the houses and

saloons. All of them were converging excitedly to the plaza.

"Must be something doing here," said her guide. "Now I wonder

what!"