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

Hampton attempted to expostulate, but was reduced to silence by the grave manner of El Hambre; he was brought to the realization that they had gained for their quest an ally, not a mere obeyer of orders, and he accepted the situation.
“This is as it should be,” he said quietly, motioning Warlock to put away the gold. “You saw these men give me a rifle, El Hambre,” and he touched the silver-mounted weapon. “Now, I am not a hunter, but a sailor; to me, one gun is as good as another. With you it is different. Therefore I'll turn over to you this rifle and its accoutrements.
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H. Bedford-Jones South, West and North — Bound West… (1924)

The stark thirst of the man for vengeance, the deadly hatred of Dias which filled his entire being, impressed itself anew upon Hampton. Despite the Indian's intelligence and courtly Spanish veneer, his blood ran far back; close to the surface, there was in his veins a barbaric and terrible strain of ferocity, the more frightful because of the man's grimly cool poise. As when he had calmly driven his knife into that Chinaman, he seemed to lack all emotion save the driving impulse for blood.
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H. Bedford-Jones South, West and North — Bound West… (1924)

There is a man here who desires speech with you—he spoke of you as two Basque señores, ricos hombres—and he is one of those accursed Mexicans. He says that his name is Manuelo Garcia——”
“My schooner cap'n!” exclaimed Job Warlock.
“And,” went on the old mestizo, “he seems to be in great trouble and a tremendous rage, for he is between tears and oaths. He is alone.”
“Send him in, señor,” said Hampton. “Guns under the bed, Job!”
In a trice the martial array was thrust out of sight, and when the host returned with the visitor, El Hambre was standing respectfully in one corner.
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