The Arizona sentinel., 1894-04-28

Reaching the we'll, Creed Bryan and Joe Blackwell-this is history, re- member, and those names are well known in Arizona-Creed and Joe, leaving the others to attend to Dams burial, commence to "pick up" the trail of the two Mexican devils, and noting that it leads off to the southeast, start off in that direction in a lope. They know there is only one water ing place in that direction-the crossing of the Hassayampa, forty miles distant. They are sure they can overtake the fugitives, who. although they are on foot, have twenty-four hours start.
 Before midnight they camp at the first water, and, sleeping a few hours, daylight finds them again in the saddle, pushing southward on the trail to Salt river. The Mexicans have doubtless taken 1 that road-The shortest route to Sonora-but our two man hunters are not at ease, for they have seen no tracks of them since yesterday. Soon they are assured. They find two muskets that had evidently been thrown away by the fugitives. No doubt they are weary, travelling afoot, without food and with little water, and have thus frightened their loads. But they are not without arms, for they have the pistols stolen from the camp. Still. a Mexican must be pretty hard pushed to throw his gun away at any time. On they push all day over the crisp, alkali desert, under the burning sun, and just before sunset they reach Salt river, with it's broad belt of cottonwood. They know they have passed the fugitives on the way, as they have travelled briskley and taken ad- vantage of several short cuts, and, sure of waylaying them on the mor- row, they turn aside into a dark grove of cottonwoods and unsaddle. Not desiring to be outwitted by the Mexicans, they camp without fire and supperless, watching and sleep ing, by turns, till morning.
 VENGEANCE.
 By daylight they are up, for Creed has heard splashing and subbued voices during the night, and, stealing nearer, has seen the Mexicans cross the ford. Just be- fore sunrise, they, too, cross, and taking now the plain trail of the fugitives, that leads off the road to the right up the river bank, in another mile they descry their men further up the river, fishing. It seems they are hungry and are trying to get some fish to eat be- fore starting for Sonora. They are wrong-they will never need another meal.
 Making a wide detour, Creed and Joe leave their horses, and taking advantage of the numerous cotton wood trunks, arrive within forty paces of the doomed men. Cauti- ously slipping from tree to tree, they reduce their distance to thirty then twenty paces. Then one of The Mexicans turns, he knows not why, and discovers them. He ut ters an oath, echoed the next in stant by his companion, and both men make hurried movement of their hands toward their revolyers at their sides; but they hesitate, and then sullenly raise them above their heads, for each of them is looking into the muzzle of rife, with a pair of fierce eyes behind it. and they hear a stern order, "Las manos arribal" (hands up).
 The action is short and effective now, for the drama is drawing to a close. Questioned as to why they murdered the men at the wei, they are silent Finally, cue of them stammers out in his coarse guttural that they were afraid of being fol- lowed as deserters. Fool5l They had taken the very coarse to insure their being followed. Given their choice of death-a rops or rifle bal they chose the latter. Tn dogged