"Do dat? Of course I do dat!
_Sapristi_! Eet vas easy. Just ride twenty mile. Bah! I do dat lots
o' times. My pony he take me in tree, four hour sure. He nice pony,
an' he lofe Mercedes."
"But you do not know the way, girl, and the ride must be made at night."
"De vay--poof! You speak ver' foolish. De vay?--you tink I cannot
find de vay! Vy, I Mexicana, senor; I know de vay of de desert; I read
de sign here, dar, everyvere, like miladi does de book. I know how;
si, si. Senor Brown he show me how get down de side of de mountain,
den I know de res'. Twenty mile south to de rail; I read de stars, I
feel de wind, I give de pony de quirt, and it vas done--_bueno_!"
Winston sat silently watching her, impressed by the earnestness of her
broken English, the eloquent energy of her gesticulations.
"Vas dat not de bettah vay, senor? I no good here; I just girl in de
vay, an' ven de fight come maybe I be 'fraid. But Senor Brown he not
git 'fraid; he fight hard, more as ten men.
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