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San Leon lay as if slumbering in the desert heat as the five brothers rode up to the doors of the Cattlemen’s Bank. None noted their coming; the Red Lode saloon, favorite rendezvous for the masculine element of San Leon, stood at the other end of the town, and out of sight around a slight bend in the street.

It has always been a mystery to her how she knows everything that is happening in Delhi, India and in the great outer world, although they themselves give her information that no government could have landed on the quiet hills. They know where she keeps her cobra – where a lot of jewelry knows some of her old stories. There were many maids in Yasmin, but no one, even her favorite, most proud ones,...