The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-04-03


some, that at about the age of Is
| after having at various times intlct-
ed serious wounds on other gamins,
he cut white boy very badly, and
the Tombstone vigilantes told him to
make himself invisible, which he did.
For several years Juanito was not
much in evidence; but it was known
that he had joined rowing band of
Apaches who attacked a party of
freighters near Benson, and were
driven off.
Juanito was hailed by one of the
freighters who knew him, and re-
piled insultingly, but paid for his in
suit by the passage of a "forty-four"
bullet through his cheek.
After that he got bad"
Depreciation and murder followed
each other rapidly; now here, now
there; until he had left his earmarks
over nearly all of the central and
southern part of the territory, and
even as far north as near Skull Val
ley and Camp Verde.
At last, after particularly cruel
murder, followed by the theft of one
of the favorite horses at the 20 |"
COW ranch, he had in his rapid flight
through a rocky canyon broken his
horses leg and had to walk to this,
the nearest water, and now he sleeps
peacefully, expecting that in the
morning the cowboys will ride away.
But Juanito is reckoning without
his host, and his hunters are not sub
iect to the orders of-well anybody.
They know that other parties have
all the other water holes within a
radius of hundred miles under rigid
| surveillance, and they know that if
Juanito is anywhere within that ter
| ritory he must come soon to water.
All they have to do is to keep an
unfailing watch on the water hole,
and sooner or later Juanito, if near,
will come; but ,Iuanito had not been
used to that kind of hunt. and has
been wondering for the past two days
what could possibly keep those idiot
Gringo's in his way.
And now, at the end of the third
day his water is all gone The last
two DAYS it has been unsavory. for
water does not keep sweet long in
Arizona, but while it lasted il was at
least wet, but tonight he had drunk
the last of it.
Tomorrow he could stand it. if he
had to, shaded as he was by the mes
quite thicket, but if the GriHgo fools
did not 90 by tomorrow night, San
gre de Christie save him" he would
have to risk a trip to the water hole.
So Juanito reasoned with himself
as he prepared to go to sleep: a
sleep that was filled with troubled
dreams, and pictures of flowing wa
ters.
At the first peep of dawn he awoke
with q dry tongue. and, after listen
ing for some minutes and hearing
nothing, he concluded that the hated
Gringos had gone: when horse
neighcd and he sank back with a low
groan, fun well realizing that day
of torture was before him His ierlly
was nearly gone but that gave him
but little concern; he could do with
out food for several days, but water.
all, yes, water he must have. for
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deserts WITHOUT it.
As the sun rises. Juanito blcsses
his patron saint that he has the
shade OF the mesquitcs; here il win
be possible for him To- endure the
day, but out there in the scorchiug
burning sun, carramba. no!
Slowly the hours creep by, but the
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and Juanito's blood gets more fiery
as it courses more rapidly through
his veins. willie his tongue gets more
and more dry and parched with each
hot breath.
At last Juanito is desperate; he
realizes the trap he is in, but no mat
ter; perhaps he can succeed in get
ting to the water hole unseen, but
if not-well death from a bullet is
far better than this torture that he
knows will get a thousand fold worse
as the day wears on; and if he fails
he has his trusty Marlin, and no
doubt he can at least make the score
an even one.
Meanwhile the cowboys have not
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the moonrise the night before they
had silently gathered from their diff
ferent points of surveillance and in
low whispers discussed the situations
Curly, the leader giving it as his
opinion that if the ''- Greaser" was
there he would soon show up.
Don't break away for a minute,
boys" he said, IF he's round here he
must be nightly near q water, an
we'll purity sure git him tonight or
tomorrow"
SO they had silently crawled back
to their posts, where in pairs one was
ever on the alert.
Thinking of the water that means
life to him, Juanito slowly creeps out
from his thiclfet into the scorching
sunshine. and through the no less
scorching rocks and sand that al
most blister his hands. but his trail
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