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When we are gone,,By some chance the next picture was a lurid western romance in which Indians and cowboys were all jumbled together with furious riding and rescues of the beautiful heroine. Of course, the Indians in the picture were the villains. As the film unfolded the Mexicans grew more excited over the story and Bob noticed that they began to throw slighting remarks towards the Indian sitting directly in front of him.,“I’ll try to git ’em,” announced Jenkins. “I guess I better git the sheriff down to Las Cruces to call out a posse—”,“Do you know what you deserve?” asked Father. Not a sound in reply. “You shall escape this time,” continued Father. “I think you will remember your Mother’s tears now better than a whipping; but another time—do you hear?”,“Did she? And how many did Aunt Grenertsen get?”,“Ha! I’ll get her out!”,The officers came attended by a guard, and were every way prepared to prosecute a strenuous search through these horrible recesses.,But he made one more try. Possibly a picture or newspaper had been tacked on the wall and had escaped his fingers when he had first gone round the room.,Aunt Grenertsen had lived in the little house on King Street for an age, ever since he could remember; and everything she had was very old-fashioned. There was a cuckoo clock, and a blue glass jar with dried rose-leaves in; and on the window sill an old gray cat blinked and purred among the plants.,Talent, courage, wit, and worth,,“I can well believe it,” said Aunt Grenertsen. “People never stay at home in these days. They are forever flying about.”,On Sunday morning he was up before his room-mate, and when the latter came out the front door of the Quarter-house he was waiting for him..