The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-03-17

full upon the face of Pablo. He might
he about to wake. Whatever was done
must be done quickly. She ran to the
| picketed horses, drawing from her bos-
ON the little knife that rested there.
cutting, close to the end of the hair
rope that held the horses to their pick
ca-pin, she made her way quickly but
softly to her own mount who greeted
her with a neigh that rang over the
| desert Thoroughly frightened, the girl
! heard one of the men call out to wake
the other. She sprang at her horses
| back, missed it and fell The horse
stod like a statue, and Chiquita blessed
| him i'm her heart.
Once more she tried to mount, and
this time succeeded. Driving the two
captured horses ahead Of her, she
started away quickly in the direction
from which she had come. The two
men were awake now. Chiquita could
| near them. Presently shot rang out,
! then another and another. The bullets
| passed, whining over her head Each
| stride took her farther from the dan
| ger; and soon the shooting, in the un-
| certain light, grew wild in it's direC-
! ton, and finally it stopped.
AT some time during the return jour
ney the horses belonging to Pablo and
| his companion broke away from the
| trail. and Chquita let them go. There
| was no doubt whatever in her mind
that Pablo would fail to deliver his tes-
| tmony. MeXicans do not walk We'll,
and walk over the yielding desert
sand, when shod in boots that have
heels that are three inches high. and
pointed at that. might we'll be Il bar to
the rapid locomotion of even profess
siOnal pedestrian.
The homeWard journey was very
short one to Chiquita-the distance did
not seem half that which she had COW
cred when going the other way On
reaching the village she released the
horse. Well knowing that he would go
direct to his corral. Then she crept into
the house and, throwing herself down
slept the sleep that utter exhaustion
brings.
1t was broad daylight when she felt
some one gently shake her by the shoul-
ders. and awoke to see the kindly face
Of Sonora bending over her.
The cattle--are they here" cried
Chiquta. starting up.
They have been found" replied the
Sonora; but they are not here. They
were found at the foot of the cliff by
the ella, over which they had been
driven. They are dead, little one, crush
ed, all of them. But that will be reme-
died, 50 do not be cast down"
1T Is not the loss of the cattle that
7 care fo1," satd the girl, impatiently.
1t il. Mauue, Has Pablo Gomez"
ihat he has not come, you know
as we'll as l." answer the Sonora, smil-
ing. Further, he will not return.
Manuel is without Come"
once more Manuel was standing in
the middle of the throng of men. Don
Ramon was beside him, and as Chi
Guita left the house she saw him stoop
from his saddle and cut the cords that
tied ManuelS arms Manuel rubbed
his wrists, benumbed by the tightness
of their bonds, Then he saw Chiuuita
running toward him. The Sonora did
not see what followed: she could not
bring herself to approve, so she turned
her Head and listened to Don Ramon,
who was evidently finishing what he
had been saying when they had come
AS damage has willfully been done
restitution. therefore, must be made
The herd of cattle bearing the brand
of the Circle V, will hereafter belong
to the man whom NellOs has wrOnged ="
Don't see how you en- do that no
ways" objected the deputy sheriff
who stood near. 1T amt accordin' to
law"
What has the law to do wit It?
cried Don Ramon. II say that it shall
be So"
'But if that ther Vellos comes back
he en- make lot er trouble fer US all, ="
again objected the deputy.
IF he comes back he won't need no
cattle three minutes after he hits the
town." said a voice in the crowd.
That is true" assented Don Ra-
mon, then, addressing the deputy:
kindly see that the change in owner
ship is registered at once. This, then.
is the decision" he called aloud. Does
anyone dispute it? He waited for a
reply then said again, in English, this
time, docs anyone dispute it?"
In Arizona the law is not powerful
but de Quesada is, and no one said
word.
(The EniO