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Desert Gold by Zane Grey
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Dick Gale drew a long, deep breath. A coldness, a lethargy, an
indifference that had weighed upon him for months had passed out
of his being. On the instant he could not speak, but his hand
closed powerfully upon his friend's. Thorne's face changed wonderfully,
the distress, the fear, the appeal all vanishing in a smile of
passionate gratefulness.

Then Dick's gaze, attracted by some slight sound, shot over his
friend's shoulder to see a face at the window--a handsome, bold,
sneering face, with glittering dark eyes that flashed in sinister
intentness.

Dick stiffened in his seat. Thorne, with sudden clenching of hands,
wheeled toward the window.

"Rojas!" he whispered.




II

MERCEDES CASTANEDA

THE dark face vanished. Dick Gale heard footsteps and the tinkle
of spurs. He strode to the window, and was in time to see a Mexican
swagger into the front door of the saloon. Dick had only a glimpse;
but in that he saw a huge black sombrero with a gaudy band, the back
of a short, tight-fitting jacket, a heavy pearl-handled gun swinging
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