To which, in mocking travesty, added, in English, Miss Carmencita, who seemed to have an acute attack of Shakespeare:
“Good night, good night; parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till It be morrow.”
CHAPTER XVI.
JUAN VALDEZ SCORES
The first thing Bucky did after leaving the two young women was to go down in person with one of the guards to the cell of David Henderson. The occupant of the cell was asleep, but he woke up when the two men entered.
“Who is it?” he demanded.
“Webb Mackenzie’s man come to release you,” answered Bucky.
The prisoner fell to trembling like an aspen. “God, man, do you mean it?” he begged. “You wouldn’t deceive an old man who has lived fifteen years in hell?”
“It’s true, friend, every word of it. You’ll live to ride the range again and count your cattle on the free hillside. Come with me up to the office and we’ll talk more of it.”
“But may I? Will they let me?” trembled Henderson, fearful lest his cup of joy be dashed from him. “I’m not dreaming, am I? I’ll not wake the way I often do and find that it is all a dream, will I?” He caught at the lapel of O’Connor’s coat and searched his face.
“No, your dreams are true at last, Dave Henderson. Come, old friend, take a drink of this to steady you. It’s all coming out right now.”