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Chapter 41

           Thegreydawn,justcommencingtocreepinthroughtheopendoorway,scarcesufficedforhispurpose;anditwasonlyafteragoodwhilespentingropingabout,interspersedwithaseriesofstumblings,andaccompaniedbyastringofprofaneexclamations,thathesucceededinfindingthathewassearchingfor:alargetwo-headedgourd,withastraparounditsmiddle,usedasacanteenforcarryingwater,ormorefrequentlymezcal.

           Theodourescapingfromitsuncorkedendtoldthatithadrecentlycontainedthispotentspirit;butthatitwasnowempty,wasannouncedbyanotherprofaneejaculationthatcamefromthelipsofitsowner,ashemadethediscovery.

           "SangredeCristo!"hecried,inanaccentofangrydisappointment,givingthegourdashaketoassurehimselfofitsemptiness."Notadropnotenoughtodrownachiga!Andmytonguestickingtomyteeth.MythroatfeelsasifIhadboltedabrazeroofred-hotcharcoal.PorDios!Ican’tstandit.What’stobedone?Daylight?Itis.Imustuptothepueblita.It’spossiblethatSeñorDoffermayhavehistrapopenbythistimetocatchtheearlybirds.Ifso,he’llfindacustomerintheCoyote.Ha,ha,ha!"

           Slingingthegourdstraparoundhisneck,andthrustinghisheadthroughtheslitofhisserapé,hesetforthforthevillage.

           Thetavernwasbutafewhundredyardsfromhishut,onthesamesideoftheriver,andapproachablebyapath,thathecouldhavetravelledwithhiseyesunder"tapojos."Intwentyminutesafter,hewasstaggeringpastthesign-postofthe"RoughandReady."

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