Everything grew silent again, and I began to think I had missed my time. Down
below in the plain, a great way off, a dog was barking continuously. I moved
forward a few paces and whistled. The glow of adventure began to die away.
We stood in a little slanting cutting in the shadow. A watery light before the
moon's rising slanted downwards from the hilltop along the opposite bank. We
stood in utter silence. “If you stir a hair,” my captor said coolly, “I'll squeeze the
blood out ...
The approaching horses had turned off the turf on to the hard road; the steps of
first one and then another sounded out down the silent hill. I knew it was the Free
Traders from that; for except between banks they kept to the soft roadsides as if it
I stumbled against a great, quiet farm horse. A continuous scuffling went on ; an
imperious voice cried, “Hold your tongues, you fools! Hold your tongues! . . .”
Someone else called: “Hear to Jack Rangsley. Hear to him!” There was a silence.
We rode clattering aggressively through the silence of the long, narrow main
street. Fvery now and then Carlos Riego coughed lamentably, but Tomas Castro
rode in gloomy silence. There was a light here and there in a window, but not a
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