"Come! You are not losing heart, eh? Have I not promised to make
you a rich man? Well, the time has arrived." Seeing that Jose
still manifested no eagerness, the general went on in a different
tone: "Do not think that you can withdraw from our little
arrangement. Oh no! Do you remember a promise I made to you when
you came to me in Romero? I said that if you played me false I
would bury you to the neck in an anthill and fill your mouth with
honey. I keep my promises."
Jose's struggle was brief; he promptly resigned himself to the
inevitable. With every evidence of sincerity he assured Longorio
of his loyalty, and denied the least intention of betraying his
general's confidence. What, after all, was his mission upon earth
if not to serve Longorio's interests? One might have a peaceful
heart and still be a man. Jose was every inch a man; he was a very
devil when he let himself go, and his Excellency need have no
fears as to the outcome of their plan. After all, the GRINGOS were
enemies, and there was no one of them who did not merit
destruction.
Pleased with these sentiments, and feeling sufficiently assured
that Jose was now really in the proper frame of mind to suit his
purpose, Longorio took the winding trail back toward Sangre de
Cristo.
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