Capitolo 57
Inconveniently pondering this replica, Doctor Hoff put on the matter
of the money of expense. Bad time a telegram came what I fix the
the matter of immediate destination. It informed Jones Medio that, a
two weeks precedent, this paragraph had appeared in the paid columns
of the yucca of Yuma:
Sought after-small, flat-touch the fund sailboat.
The type of Centerboard preferred. Hasty,
you take care of this office.
It mediates that Jones has bought a ticket for Yuma.
Disembarking three days later to the station of Yuma, Jones Medio
flashed in the sour light of the sun to a small, compactly he/she built, acute-dagli eyes
crews, roughly dressed for the footstep.
"I am Captain Funcke", says the extraneous one. Its discourse was kind,
slow, also halfhearted; but there was anything competent and reliable
in his carrying that satisfied the young reader acknowledged men
characters from the beginning. "Your thread found me two days since and me
appeared right."
"Some trace?"
"Gone here two days ago away."
"Three of them?"
"Yes. Flat-touched the fund, narrow-removed boat, boat from recreation-armed beautiful
light."
"Does know anything of the men?"
"Only the great one. Calls him Colonel Richford. It had an imitation
copper equipment in the east mountains of Alamo."
"Where does he/she think that they is led for?"
"Probably the wildest country that they can find, if theirs want to free himself/herself/themselves
of young Hoff", it said him anything else other than you/he/she had been informed of the principal
points of the situation. "That would probably be the Pintos they vary, to
the southwest of the Lagoon. Richford knows that country a small.
He was two years ago in there."
"They would probably like to free himself/herself/themselves of him without obvious murder;"
says Jones Medio. "You see, his/her money it is in controls provided of certificate
what they should be boxed. If some had to find his/her body
with a pellet-hole in him, they would make to explain to do to some."