"The fellers that's after him. They're goin' to hold him up fifteen miles out, down there by where the Huachuca road crosses. He's alone, ain't he?"
He strode up and down, his face black with rage, expressing his violent opinion of Brewster. Then he came to a stop, in front of her. "How did he happen to tell you?" he asked.
"Yes," said Felipa.
Landor was in the dining room, and Felipa stood in the sitting room receiving the praises of her husband with much tact. If he were the hero of the hour, she was the heroine. The officers from far posts carried their admiration to extravagance, bewitched by the sphinx-riddle written somehow on her fair face, and which is the most potent and bewildering charm a woman can possess. When they went away, they sent her boxes of fresh tomatoes and celery and lemons, from points along the railroad, which was a highly acceptable and altogether delicate attention in the day and place.
She was silent, but the stubbornness was going fast. She broke off a bunch of little pink blossoms and rolled it in her hands.
It was very short, but he held it a long time before he gave it back.
She told him that she did not know, and tried to coax him back to quietness.
It dawned upon Cairness that this was rather more than a military machine after all, that he had underestimated it.