The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-04-23

Momentariiy the resentment deep.
cans who leaned against the wall.
twirling their mustaches or finesrin8
brass watch chains.
lien himself had passing twingea OF
uneasiness as he noted their ill-tem-
per and increasing jealousy: but with
the cowbQte characteristic careless.
ness ana - share OF tho overween-
Ing Amsrl>0A self coincidence. he dis.
missed the feeling with the thought
that although they were outnumbered
three to one. there were enough Amer
leans present TO cope with twice that
number II necessary.
Then tho floor manager signalled the
orchestra to stop: the cook command
ed II to continue. The floor manager
repeated his signal, and the cook
promptly lifted his hand and cuffed
the oiled and plastsrsd head OF the
village beau.
Instantly there vas confusion. Both
Americans and Mexicans made . rush
for the wood box. but the Mexicans
acted together, a. though u were .
prearranged manoeuvre.
blocking tho way Of the Americans
thoy reached II first. with tho result
that not q single American obtninei
possession OF n gun. though the Moxi-
cans foil before their blows like ten-
pins. For d moment they stared NJ
each other blankly. Then above the
tumult. the shrisking Of woman and
tho scrambling OF tho old and tiinld
20 escape. rose Ignacio Bojaruues's
voice, shrill with excitement:
shove up your hands. gringos!"
His gun covered Ben Evans In par
ticular.
Anger and chagrin were iudicrousiy
commingled In tho cowboys faces.
Tho Mcxicans had them at their
mercy. and the Americans know that.
In their hysterical excitement. they
J might carry out tho threat which the
menacing gunbarrels implied.
Slowly. as though the action gave
them actual physical pain. their
hands were lifted above their heads.
and Ben Evans's was the last reluc-
tant pair to 70 up.
There was Y strange silence, Q hesi-
tating, even embarrassed silence. for
J the Mexicans. having the advantage.
did not for the instant know what
to do with It. They dared not shoot
the cowboys down In cold blood for
swift vengeance OF the Americans.
and they were afraid to let them 30.
Nor did they want to let them OF %
easily. Tho occasions when they had
such an advantage a. this were toe
rare.
Finally the sight Of the dappsr vii
lage beau. who would have been ~
rat TO a terrier had he had him In
his clutches. covering him with his
! own gun became too much for Ben
Evans's self-control.
} tho epithet with insulting emphAsis-
} "I'l mako you sweat for this!"
Epiphanio Montejo. fairly safe b..
, hind . bench In the corner. shrisket
! shrilly:
/ "shoot the American pigsi"
/. Other voices took up the CRY, until
, II became n high pitched. hyatsrsca
. chorus:
y "Shoot tho doss!"
4 ben Evaas stood quite still. but b
= dropped his hands.
. ''Oh. Benz"
r For the nrst time he hoard Nam
- trembling voice behind him.
= III they begin to shoot stoop lov
= and run for the door," he said quietly
His Jaw was rigid and there was n
fear In the steely eyes he hxsd on -
. nacio BojarQuea, only anGer-th'
> white anger Of the Anglo-Saxon. HI
looked the generalization Of physica
, courage AZ he stood there. and at tn
) moment Ignacio Bojaraues feared nil
, vengeance more than the law. Jus
for an instant his glance wavered
I then no lowered the gun on . ieve
with Bef,'s heart.
!, "You pull that trigger. you MsxioaI
; mongrel. and every mothers son o
. you will swing In the cottonwoodsi
BojarQues's mouth stretched In
grimace rather than q grin. and In {
Kind OF desperation he took aim.
Drop that gum" Tho ringing com
mand turned every head to tho door
, way.
A tall young man. stranger II
modish olothes-detcrmined. alert, Gov
cred Ignacio Bojarques With gun q
businesslike ~ his own.
/. Nan sat down weakly upon the near
est bench.
"BObi"