human
Oh, Mr. Ellhorn! exclaimed Marguerite,
gpt
I am so glad to find you! There is a Mexican girl at my house--she dropped down dreadfully ill at my gate last night and I took her in--who wants to see Mr. Mead. She says her father is Juan Garcia, and that he lives away beyond Muletown, in the Fernandez mountains. The _padre_ confessed her this morning and now she says he told her that she must tell Emerson Mead something before she dies. I do not know what it is, and she says she can not tell any one except Mr. Mead. Will you come to the house and find out what she wants?
human
Amada Garcia! What the--whatever is she here for, and how did she get here!
gpt
I think she must have walked, for her feet were blistered.
human
Walked! Walked from old Garcia's ranch! Good God! Well, I sure reckon she must have something to say. I'll go right along and see her.
gpt
I've just time to make it, he thought.
human
I can't stop to say a word to anybody about this business, or I'll miss this train. Well, I reckon I might just as well not say anything about it, anyway, as long as Tommy isn't here, until I get back--if I ever get back! They'll be only too glad to snake me in down there, if they get the chance. I'll just have to make a quick scoot across the line, and trust to the luck of the Irish army! If Tommy was only here we'd get this thing through, if we had to wade through hell and tote home the back doors. But I can't stop to wait for company. I'll try it alone, and I sure reckon I'll be too smart for 'em!