A
roaring began in her ears; she felt herself sway forward as if the
strength had left her knees. She heard Dave's voice faintly; he
was saying:
"Take care of my horse. Feed and water her well. Understand? When
General Longorio comes tell him I am waiting here."
As if in a dream, Alaire saw the Mexican go out, closing the door
behind him. Then she saw Dave come toward her, heard him speak her
name, felt his arms around her.
Alaire did not swoon, but she never could remember very distinctly
those first few moments. Scarcely knowing what she did, she found
herself clinging to her lover, laughing, weeping, feeling him over
with shaking hands that would not be convinced of his reality. She
was aware of his kisses upon her lips, her eyes, her hair; he was
saying something which she could not understand because of that
roaring in her ears.
"You heard me calling," she told him at last. "Oh, I was--so
frightened!" She clung closer to him. After a time she discovered
that she was mechanically nodding and shaking her head at the
questions he was putting to her, but had only the vaguest idea
what they were. By and by she began to tell him about Longorio,
speaking in a sort of hypnotic murmur, as if her words issued at
his mental suggestion.
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