Sensations were not so common in San
Bernardino that they could afford to slight so notable an occasion
as this.
As Jos turned the corner into the street where he lived, he saw his
mother coming at a rapid run towards them, her sun-bonnet half
off her head, her spectacles pushed up in her hair.
"Why, thar's mammy!" he exclaimed. "What ever hez gone wrong
naow?"
Before he finished speaking, she saw the black horses, and
snatching her bonnet from her head waved it wildly, crying, "Yeow
Jos! Jos, hyar! Stop! I wuz er comin' ter hunt yer!"
Breathlessly she continued talking, her words half lost in the sound
of the wheels. Apparently she did not see the stranger sitting by
Jos's side. "Oh, Jos, thar's the terriblest news come! Thet Injun
Alessandro's got killed; murdered; jest murdered, I say; 'tain't no
less. Thar wuz an Injun come down from ther mounting with a
letter to the Agent."
"Good God! Alessandro killed!" burst from Felipe's lips in a
heart-rending voice.
Jos looked bewilderedly from his mother to Felipe; the
complication was almost beyond him.
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