The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-09-28
A Border Man Hurt. /
Grim Narrative Of How Texas Rangers Hunt Down and
Shoot Maraudmg Mexican Bands Along the
RIO Crande River.
no Or0ndc River.

OF an American Trumpeter's bugle at
Fort Brown were the only other
sounds that penetrated the silence.
Suddenly. without warning. The
crash Of q body dashing through the
mesquite to our left Was heard In al
most the same instant. ten saddles
were emptied. and ten big. strappiuE
Texans had dashed into the brush like
50 many rabbits The horses. but for
turning curious eyes toward the brush
in which their masters bad disappear-
ed. remained absolutely still.
A minute later. however. the ten
men returned and reuiounted.
Coyote" explained my partner with
a smile, The damn critters are n
ways fooling US. because they sound
just like a greaser trying to get
away"
We had ridden but q mile further
along this trail. when the shrill
whinny Of a pony broke through the
stiffness. II halted our small band
like magic. Although no one said q
word. each man knew what the other
thought, and they acted together.
Each ranger dismounted and took his
rifle from the scabbard.
Its them, I guess" my partner In
formed me. You had better stay with
the horses and keep your head under
cover In case there 10 any shooting.
We will be back in q little while"
Although every one of the ten rang
ers who took into the brush were big
fellows, each wearing heavy boots, yet,
when they had gone but ten PAGES
from where I stood, I could not hear
a sound-not even the breaking Of q
dry twig.
Panthers looking for game In an
African jungle could not have moved
more silently, and although ! knew
that the men were not more than 100
feet away, the only sound that broke
the stiffness was the tapping waters
in the Rio Grande to my left.
Another of the things which amazed
me was the apparent understanding
Of the horses as to what was happen
ing. Not one of the eleven animals
moved or even brushed his head
against a mesquite brush.
Five minutes later. the sound Of
shot cracked through the air. l was
in a state Of feverish excitement
Never before had l been in q man.
hunt, and this one. staged In a still
ui6ul VI TIC pIdlIIcSs luS
| waters of the Rio Grande made me
doubt, even then, that it was taking
| place on American soil. The shot was
followed by another one. then a third.
then many all at once. and in few
seconds more the air rang with the
cracks of rifles. I heard an oath
screamed in Spanish; a sharp voiced
command to halt. in English. I heard
the pink of body jumping into the
Rio Grande. then another one and an.
| other one. Someone was crashing
madly through the mesquite brush to
my right. then all was silence again.
IA few minutes later the ten xaAgers
returned unhurt. While I was tremb.
ling in my excitement. the men quiet.
ly put their guns back into their scab-
bards: mounted their horses. turned
around. and started back to Browns
vile again. Not a word was spoken
and each mans face was as immobile
as though nothing had happened.
| .Did-did-did YOU get any OF
them" whispered to my partner
Five" he said quietly. without look.
ing up.
I Ten minutes passed before I nerved
myself to ask the second question.
What did you do with them?" The
! question seemed to amuse him.
| "Greasers are like dogs" he answer.
ed. Let them rot where they die"