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And there was that geologist; he must have slipped one noon
Juan Alvarez had not been in San Felippe since Dick Martin left, which meant for over a month. Martin was down the river looking for a man who did not wish to be found; and some said that Martin cared nothing about international boundaries when he wanted any one real bad. And there was that geologist who wore blue glasses and was always puttering around in the canyon and hammering chips of rock off the steep walls; he must have slipped one noon, because his body was found on a flat bowlder at the edge of the stream. Manuel had found it and wanted to be paid for his trouble in bringing it to town — but Manuel was a fool. Who, indeed, would pay good money for a dead Gringo, especially after he was dead?
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ex Chapter 5, “The Ghost of the San Miguel,” in Clarence Edward Mulford, Bar-20 Days, with four illustrations in color by Maynard Dixon (1911) : 79
Clarence Edward Mulford (1883-1956)
writer of “westerns,” and about “The West”
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