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H. Bedford-Jones South, West and North — Bound North… (1924)

III AFTER that first recognition, Hampton dared not look again at the white face of the girl; she took a step forward, then paused and glanced at Doña Hermana. Deadly fear lay in her eyes. She wore the same simple blue dress in which Hampton had last seen her. This vision of her, standing here in the patio, brought a swift heart-stab to him. He looked at Dias, and in those glassy, arrogant eyes he read death.
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H. Bedford-Jones South, West and North — Bound North… (1924)

Less from the uttered words than from the glances that were cast, Hampton comprehended with a thrill of horror that the speakers were referring to the tall, dark Yaqui, who stood to one side rolling a cigarito. As he understood, Hampton felt a hot wave of blood rise into his face—yet he forced himself to remain silent. Suddenly Nelly Barnes plunged down on her knees beside the chair of Doña Hermana, caught the hand of the señora, and poured forth a passionate, agonized entreaty.
“You're a woman—you'll know all it means, you have a heart!” she cried desperately.
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H. Bedford-Jones South, West and North — Bound North… (1924)

Then, to Ramon, repeating his words in Spanish that both the Yaqui and Nelly Barnes might understand, he continued: “Let this man go free. Give him food and water and a mule. His life has been purchased, and the woman is yours.”
Ramon put up his knife, a swift gleam in his eye, and spoke a few words in a patois that Hampton did not understand. But Hampton, knowing well enough that this action on the part of Dias was only a delusion and a snare, had seized his chance for a word.
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