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The band plays. It must be the festival of some Americ= ano patron saint." "It is the long expected New York volunteers,&= quot; replied her husband. "They've been recruited for the past year f= or service in California. Colonel Stevenson, the commander, is a most disti= nguished man. The president himself made him an offer of command if he coul= d raise a regiment of California volunteers." Windham smiled. "I = believe it is for colonization rather than actual military duty that they'v= e been sent out here ... three shiploads of them with two doctors and a cha= plain." As they picked their way along a narrow footpath toward the be= ach, the portly Leidesdorff advanced to greet them. "Would that I had = a cloak of velvet," he said gallantly, "so that I might lay it in= the mire at your feet, fair lady." Anita Windham flashed a smile at h= im. "Like the chivalrous Don Walter Raleigh," she responded. &quo= t;Ah, but I am not a Queen Elizabeth. Nor is this London." She regarde= d with a shrug of distaste the stretch of mud-flats reaching to the tide-li= ne, rubbish--littered and unfragrant. Knee-deep in its mire, bare-legged In= dians and booted men drove piles for the superstructure of a new pier. Lieu= tenant Bryant joined them, brisk and natty in his naval garb. He was the ne= w alcalde, Bartlett having been displaced and ordered to rejoin his ship. &= quot;No, it's not London," he took up Anita's statement, "but it'= s going to be a better San Francisco if I have my way. We'll fill that bog = with sand and lay out streets between Fort Montgomery and the Rincon, if th= e governor'll cede the tide-flats to the town. Jasper O'Farrell is making a= map." "See, they are landing," cried the Dona Windham, clap= ping her hands. A boat put off amid hails from the shore. Soon four officer= s and a boat's crew stood upon the landing pier and gazed about them curiou= sly. "That's Colonel Stevenson," said Bryant, nodding toward the = leader. On the verge of fifty, statesmanlike of mien and manner, stood the = man who had recruited the first volunteer company which came around The Hor= n. He fingered his sword a bit awkwardly, as though unused to military dres= s formalities. But his eyes were keen and eager and commanding. More boats = put off from the anchored vessel. By and by the parade began, led by Captai= n Stevenson. It was a straggling military formation that toiled up-hill thr= ough the sand toward Portsmouth Square. These men were from the byways and = hedges of life. Some of them had shifty eyes and some bold, predatory glanc= es which forebode nothing good for San Francisco's peace. Adventurers for t= he most part, lured to this new land, some by the wander spirit, others by = a wish to free themselves from the restraints of law. Certain of them were = to die upon the gallows; others were to be the proud and honored citizens o= f a raw, potential metropolis. They talked loudly, vehemently, to one anoth= er as they marched like school boys seeing strange sights, pointing eagerly= at all that aroused their interest. The officers marched more stiffly as t= hough conscious of official noblesse oblige. "I wish that Inez might h= ave seen it," Mrs. Windham said a little wistfully. "But she must= help the Indian seamstress with her gown for the dance. Don Adrian is to b= e there." "He has decided that there are other ways of serving Go= d than in the pulpit," remarked Stanley. "They talk of making him= the master of the school ... if our committee can ever decide on a locatio= n and what's to pay for it." * * * * * In the full regimentals of his = rank, Colonel Stevenson graced Leidesdorff's ballroom that evening, cordial= ly exchanging smiles and bows with San Francisco's citizenry. Besides him w= as his quartermaster, Captain Joseph Folsom who, though less than thirty, h= ad seen active service in a Florida campaign against the Seminoles. He held= himself slightly aloof with the class consciousness of the West Pointer. N= earby stood a lanky surgeon of the volunteers discussing antiseptics with D= r. Jones. Leidesdorff was everywhere, pathetically eager to please, an ecst= atic, perspiring figure, making innumerable inquiries as to the comfort of = his guests. "He's like a mother hen worried over a brood of new chicks= ," said Brannan to Jasper O'Farrell. "And a damned fine little ma= n," the Irishman answered. "Oh--I beg your pardon, Senorita."= ; Inez Windham smiled forgiveness, nodding when he asked her for a dance. &= quot;Tell me," she asked eagerly, "of the grand new map you make = for San Francisco." "Ah," O'Farrell said, "they laugh a= t it because I have to change Vioget's acute and obtuse angles. They call i= t 'O'Farrell's Swing.' You see, I've had to change the direction of some st= reets. There are many more now. Eight hundred acres laid out like a city.&q= uot; As the music stopped he led her to a bench and fumbled in his pocket f= or a drawing which he straightened on his knees. "See, here is a new r= oad through the center, a broad way, straight as an arrow from the bay to t= he foot of Twin Peaks. It parallels the Mission camino, and Bryant wants to= call it Market street." "But how is this?" asked Inez puzzl= ed, "streets where there is only mud and water--" "They will= be reclaimed with the waste from our leveled sand hills," said O'Farr= ell. He glanced about him searchingly, then whispered: "Tonight Govern= or Mason told me confidentially he would cede the tide flats to our local g= overnment, provided they are sold at auction for the benefit of San Francis= co. They'll go cheap; but some day they'll be worth thousands. Tell your fa= ther--" He broke off hastily. Toward them stalked Benito Windham, cove= red with dust as though from a long ride. There was trouble in his eyes. Wi= th a swift apology he drew his sister aside. "McTurpin," he pante= d. "He is back ... with a dozen men ... riding toward the rancho."= ; CHAPTER XIII THE "SYDNEY DUCKS" Dazed with the suddenness of Be= nito's announcement and its menacing augury, Inez sought her father and Adr= ian. The latter acted instantly. "Do not tell your wife," he said= to Windham. "There may be nothing amiss. And if there should be, she = will find no profit in knowing. Tell her you are called away and follow me = to the square. We will ride at once to the rancho." He pressed Inez' h= and and was gone. "Take care of your mother," he said over his sh= oulder, an admonition which Don Roberto repeated a moment later as he hurri= ed out. She was left alone in a maze of doubts, fears, speculations. What w= as McTurpin doing in San Francisco? Why had he and his companions ridden to= ward the Windham rancho? There was only one answer. Most of the vaqueros we= re at a fandango in the Mission. Only the serving women and a few men too o= ld for dancing remained at home. Meawhile her brother, father, lover were s= peeding homeward, into what? A trap? An ambush? Certainly to battle with a = foe out-numbering them four to one. At the Mission were a dozen of their se= rvants; men whose fathers and grandfathers had ridden herd for her family. = Any one of them would give his life to serve a Windham. Inez looked about h= er feverishly. Should she ask O'Farrell to accompany her? He was dancing wi= th one of the Mormon women. Brannan and Spear were not to be seen. Leidesdo= rff was impossible in such an emergency. Besides, she could not take him fr= om his guests. She would go alone, decided Inez. Quietly she made her way t= o the cloak-room, in charge of an Indian servant, caught up her mantilla an= d riding crop and fled. On the square her horse whinnied at her approach as= if eager to be gone. Swiftly she climbed into the saddle and spurred forwa= rd. Far ahead gleamed the lights of the Mission. They were making merry the= re with the games and dance of old Spain. And to the south Benito, Adrian, = her father, rode toward a battle with treacherous men. Breathlessly she spu= rred her horse to greater effort. Trees flashed by like witches in the dark= Presently she heard the music of the fandango. Another picture framed its= elf before her vision. Excited faces round her. A sudden stoppage of the mu= sic, a frocked priest making anxious inquiries. Her own wild words; a jingl= e of spurs. Then many hoofs pounding on the road beside her. She never knew= just what had happened, what she had said. But now she felt the sting of t= he bay breeze in her face and Antonio's steady hand upon her saddle pommel.= "Caramba!" he was muttering. "The pig of a gringo once more= And your father; the little Benito. Hurry, comrades, faster! faster! To t= he rescue!" Came a third picture, finally more clear, more disconcerti= ng. The entrance to her father's ranch barred by armed riders. McTurpin smi= ling insolent in the moonlight, bowing to her while Antonio muttered in sup= pressed wrath. "We have three hostages here, senorita ... relatives of= yours and ah--a friend." His voice, cold, threatening, spoke on. &quo= t;They are unharmed--as yet." "I don't believe you," Inez st= ormed at him. "Tell them, Senor Windham," said McTurpin, "th= at I speak the truth." "Inez, it is true," her father spoke = out of some shadowed darkness. "We were ambushed. Taken by surprise.&q= uot; "What do you propose?" asked Antonio, unable longer to restr= ain himself. "To turn them loose ... upon their word not to trouble us= further," said McTurpin. "I have merely assumed control of my pr= operty. I hold the conveyance of Benito Windham. It is all quite regular,&q= uot; he laughed shortly. Antonio moved uneasily. His hand upon the lariat i= tched for a cast. McTurpin saw it. "You'll do well to sit still in the= saddle," he reminded, "all of you. We have you covered." &q= uot;What are your orders, master?" said the chief vaquero tensely. &qu= ot;Say the word and we will--" "No," commanded Windham. &quo= t;There shall be no fighting now. We will go. Tomorrow we shall visit the A= lcalde. I can promise no more than this." "It's enough," McT= urpin answered. "I've possession. I've a deed with your son's signatur= e. And a dozen good friends to uphold me." He turned. "Take their= pistols, friends, and let them go." * * * * * George Hyde looked up f= rom a sheaf of drawing which lay on the table before him and which represen= ted the new survey of San Francisco. A boy with a bundle of papers under hi= s arm entered unannounced, tossed a copy of "The California Star"= toward him and departed. Hyde picked it up and read: "GREAT SALE OF V= ALUABLE REAL ESTATE IN THE TOWN OF SAN FRANCISCO, UPPER CALIFORNIA. "B= y the following decree of His Excellency, General S.W. Kearny, Governor of = California, all the right, title and interest of the United States and of t= he territory of California to the BEACH AND WATER lots on the east front of= the town of San Francisco have been granted, conveyed and released to the = people or corporate authorities of said town--" Hyde read on. There wa= s a post-script by Edwin Bryant, his predecessor as alcalde, calling a publ= ic sale for June 29. That was rather soon. But he would see. Hyde had an an= tipathy to any rule or circumstance fixed by another. His enemies called hi= m "pig-headed"; his friends "forceful," though with a s= igh. There was something highhanded in the look and manner of him, though f= ew men had better intent. Now his glance fell on another, smaller item in t= he newspaper. "SYDNEY DUCKS ARRIVE." "In recent vessels from= the antipodes have come numerous men from Australia who, according to rumo= r, are deported English criminals, known as 'Sydney Ducks.' It is said that= the English government winks at the escape of these birds of ill omen, who= are lured hither by tales of our lawlessness carried by sailormen. It is h= igh time we had a little more law in San Francisco." That was another = of his problems, Hyde reflected irritably. "Sydney Ducks." There = would be many more no doubt, for San Francisco was growing. It had 500 citi= zens, irrespective of the New York volunteers; 157 buildings. He would need= helpers in the task of city-governing. Half idly he jotted down the names = of men that would prove good henchmen: "William A. Leidesdorff, Robert= A. Parker, Jose P. Thompson, Pedro Sherreback, John Rose, Benjamin Buckale= w." It had a cosmopolitan smack, though it ignored some prominent and = capable San Franciscans. William Clark, for instance, with whom Washington = Bartlett had quarreled over town lots, Dr. Elbert Jones and William Howard.= Hyde was not certain whether they would be amenable to his program. 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