A Daughter of the Dons

Daughter of the Dons, by William
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Title: A Daughter of the Dons A Story of New Mexico Today
Author: William MacLeod Raine
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A DAUGHTER OF THE DONS
A Story of New Mexico Today
BY
WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE
AUTHOR OF
WYOMING, BUCKY O'CONNOR, MAVERICKS, A TEXAS
RANGER, BRAND BLOTTERS, RIDGWAY OF MONTANA, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY
D.C. HUTCHISON
[Illustration: Colophon.]
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY
G.W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY

A Daughter of the Dons.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. DON MANUEL INTRODUCES HIMSELF 5

II. THE TWO GRANTS 15
III. FISHERMAN'S LUCK 27
IV. AT THE YUSTE HACIENDA 42
V. "AN OPTIMISTIC GUY" 61
VI. JUANITA 76
VII. TWO MESSAGES 88
VIII. TAMING AN OUTLAW 101
IX. OF DON MANUEL AND MOONLIGHT 111
X. MR. AINSA DELIVERS A MESSAGE 123
XI. THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY AND THE TWENTIETH 137
XII. "I BELIEVE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER TOO" 149
XIII. AMBUSHED 159
XIV. MANUEL TO THE RESCUE 173
XV. ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS REWARD 193
XVI. VALENCIA MAKES A PROMISE 201
XVII. AN OBSTINATE MAN 213
XVIII. MANUEL INTERFERES 230
XIX. VALENCIA ACCEPTS A RING 240
XX. DICK LIGHTS A CIGARETTE 246
XXI. WHEN THE WIRES WERE CUT 259

XXII. THE ATTACK 269
XXIII. THE TIN BOX 287
XXIV. DICK GORDON APOLOGIZES 298
XXV. THE PRINCE CONSORT 307

A DAUGHTER OF THE DONS
CHAPTER I
DON MANUEL INTRODUCES HIMSELF
For hours Manuel Pesquiera had been rolling up the roof of the
continent in an observation-car of the "Short Line."
His train had wound in and out through a maze of bewildering scenery,
and was at last dipping down into the basin of the famous gold camp.
The alert black eyes of the young New Mexican wandered
discontentedly over the raw ugliness of the camp. Towns straggled here
and there untidily at haphazard, mushroom growths of a day born of a
lucky "strike." Into the valleys and up and down the hillsides ran a
network of rails for trolley and steam cars. Everywhere were the open
tunnel mouths or the frame shaft-houses perched above the gray Titan
dump beards.
The magic that had wonderfully brought all these manifold activities
into being had its talisman in the word "Gold"; but, since Pesquiera had
come neither as a prospector nor investor, he heard with only
half-concealed impatience the easy gossip of his fellow travelers about
the famous ore producers of the district.
It was not until his inattentive ears caught the name of Dick Gordon
that he found interest in the conversation.

"Pardon, sir! Are you acquaint' with Mr. Richard Gordon?" he asked, a
touch of the gentle Spanish accent in his voice.
The man to whom he had spoken, a grizzled, weather-beaten little
fellow in a corduroy suit and white, broad-brimmed felt hat, turned his
steady blue eyes on his questioner a moment before he answered:
"I ought to know him, seeing as I'm his partner."
"Then you can tell me where I may find him?"
"Yes, sir, I can do that. See that streak of red there on the hill--the one
above the big dump. That's the shafthouse of the Last Dollar. Drop
down it about nine hundred feet and strike an airline west by north for
about a quarter of a mile, and you'd be right close to him. He's down
there, tackling a mighty uncertain proposition. The shaft and the
workings of the Last Dollar are full of water. He's running a crosscut
from an upraise in the Radley drift, so as to tap the west tunnel of the
Last Dollar."
"It is dangerous, you inform me?"
"Dangerous ain't the word. It's suicide, the way I look at it. See here,
my friend. His drill goes through and lets loose about 'steen million
gallons of water. How is he going to get in out of the rain about that
time?"
The New Mexican showed a double row of pearly teeth in a bland
smile.
"Pardon, sir. If you would explain a leetle more fully I would then
comprehend."
"Sure. Here's the way it is. Dick and his three men are plugging away at
the breast of the