The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-07-01

the door behind him. His poncho was on his arm, and in his hand he carried his straight, slender sword in its sheath.
 'Senor,' he said, still in a whisper Three men brought their horses into the corral, not seeing where I lay. Af- ter they had fed their horses they talked together of what they had come to do. It is your life, senor, that they seek. They spoke of rewarded re- ward of five hundred pesos that they are to receive for killing you
 Do they know where 1 am in the house?' asked, wondering if, after all, the landlord might not connive in my murder.
 :" That one of the men has gone now to find out from a maid who works in the house. She is his sweetheart. But they will not attack you at once, They wish their horses to be rested and fed first. That is to be done so that they may start away at once after the deed is accomplished
 We'll, I said, getting up and begin ming to pull on my clothes. There's s nothing for me to do but wait for them. have my revolver. They may not find me so easy as they think
 Senor. do me the honor to hearken to my words. There are three of them, well armed, and they are led by Jose Sanguily.'
 "sanguily was name of terror in Arizona at that time. Bandit, despera- dn nrnfaScio+,a1 I,o 1o,,o been protected by people high in power for his usefulness to them in the line ot his peculiar calling. Quick with the pistol, sure with the knife, absolutely without compunction or remorse, it was simply matter of bargaining as to the amount to be paid him to secure the re- moyal of any man who might stand in the way of his employer. With a halt score of murders to his account, he rode in and out of Tucson at will played monte at the gambling saloons and waltzed with the senoritas at the dance halls as often as his vocation af forded him the money to indulge ir these tastes.
 But, senor, 1t is not three against one; 1t is three against two, for I will stay with you, Garcia continued Since your death has been determined on. the thing Is best settled now wher you are on your guard and prepared With your permission, will be dowr by the door. And, let me advise you | roll your pillows In the blankets 50 thai it will appear as if you were lyine | asleep in the bed. Take your station al the head of the bed, with your pistol 1T readiness; but do not speak or fire un- til I call to you. I have an account that l wish to settle with Jose Sanguily myself
 Garcia lay down on the adobe fool with his head to the door crack, and after had arranged dummy man be- tween the sheets, blew out the candle | and crouched in the darkness behind l the headboard. The time passed long and slowly, for the bandits withou l doubt were taking a comfortable nal before they should attend to the jol | they had in hand. There were no win | dows to the chamber and all within wal | pitehy dark. I could not see Garcia l and for any sound or movement that ht made he might have been aslepp. A | last heard him rise to his feet, and { | minute later the latch was softly lifted and the door slowly opened There wal a bright moon without, and it's ligh coming in at the partly opened dool made the bed distingnishable at on, end of the room. A man looked int the room and then noiselessly entered he wore no hat and was in his stocking feet. The opening door concealed Gar 1 cia, standing behind it. and the man stealing toward the bed, had to pas him. A step away from the bed tn l man paused, leaned forward as if t make sure of what was before him, ant the bright blade of knife gleamed iron his hand as Garcia stepped swiftly to ward him from behind.
 Have you ever seen bull fight seen the espada kill the bull with hi sword after the animal has beer worked into the extreme of fury by tn picadores and the darts of the bandille ros? If so you have seen perfor nance that seems to demand the neigh of human skill and daring. The espa da must kill the bull in prescribe manner; by stabbing him between tn neck and the shoulder with force an, precision that shall bury the blade ii
 the animals heart; and to do this h must give the thrust at the moment tn bull lowers his head to toss him, an
 slip aside in time to escape the horns The power, quickness and swordsman ship of the man who makes this hi business do not require further demon stration. As the man at the bedsid raised his knife I could not follow Gar cia's movement, it was done so quickly There was a dull sound like blow an as Garcia strengthened back, holdin
 his sword, the assassin, without
 sound except a gasp, pitched forwar on his face and never moved agair