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Portrait of G. A. Henty G. A. Henty In the Hands of the Cave-Dwellers

A cry of dismay burst from the hillside above Harland, where the men had evidently been watching also for their leader to join his comrades and give the signal for a rush.
"I have shot Melos, Juan!" Will shouted. "At least if he is, as you suppose, their leader."
"Well done, indeed! We shall have no difficulty with the rest of them if their paymaster is dead; they will think of nothing now but saving their own wretched lives."
The parties on the opposite sides of the ravine now shouted to each other.
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Portrait of G. A. Henty G. A. Henty In the Hands of the Cave-Dwellers

Moving along noiselessly they came down upon the huts of the white employés of the hacienda. As there were no fires burning here, they had but slight fear of encountering any of the Indians. Each, however, carried a long knife ready for instant action. They had left their rifles and pistols behind them, for if it was necessary to fight, the combat must be a silent one.
They crossed to the clump of bushes of which Antonio had spoken.
"You stop outside, señor; it is of no use two of us making our way into the tangle."
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Portrait of G. A. Henty G. A. Henty In the Hands of the Cave-Dwellers

Yes, señor; they may put the line where they like, but there is not a white man for a couple of hundred miles north of the Gila, except on the Santa Fé River, and even there they are never safe from the Apaches and the Navajoes. Why, it would want an army of twenty thousand men to venture among the mountains north of the Gila, and they would all die of starvation before they ever caught sight of an Apache. No, señor; unless there is an earthquake and the whole region is swallowed up, I don't see any chance of getting the better of the red rascals.
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