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On quitting Tres Pinos, the band separated; Leiva's pals going off at once, Moreno and Gonzalez afterwards.
Pursuit was certain to be hot; and Vasquez thought that for a few weeks to come every man had better look to himself.
Leiva and Chavez rode all night with their Capitan, hardly slackening speed until they reached San Embro, where Rosalia waited for her hero, and received him with the raptures due to his great deed.
Rosalia's rapture was the ruin of his gang.
Tipsy with love and joy, the brigand's mistress was so indiscreet in her caresses that her husband's eyes were opened.
Leiva began to watch his cousin and his wife.
In going from San Embro to Rock Creek, he saw enough to satisfy him that his wife was false.
He spake no word, but, like a hybrid cur, skulked about Rock Creek, living with his false wife and false friend, until he heard that Adams, sheriff of Santa Clara, and Rowland, sheriff of Los Angeles, were in the field, scouring the country in pursuit of the assassins.
Then he slipped away unseen, riding from point to point, ready to give himself up, and, on a promise of
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