Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1915-09-28
A Mexican Border Man Hunt A Night With the Texas Rangers in Pursuit of
 ''Greasers," and What Happened When the -.a4.s Rangers Reached Their Quarry.

djsmoanted and examined the ground closely. , In "a moment he was up
 again and in the saddle.
 '"They havs gone that way" he
 pointed northward.
 How does he know that it's the
 men we are after% I asked of my companion.
 By the foot prints" he replied. "Greasers never take the trouble to shoe their horses. An sAmericans horse is always shod-that is the difference, and the hoof prints point northward." si '.,s
 Here we left the road and.s tpok
 up a trail through the chapraral,
 single file. The thud, thud of our
 horses hoofs in the soft earth, and the occasional squeak of I saddle
 were the only, sounds which sbfoke the stiffness .of the night, AMayw tst
 wards Brownsville, the scream of
 an automobile horn was heard; across the Rio Grande the high fa1-
 setto voice of a Mexican sentinel, and the clear notes of an American trum-
 peters bugle at Fort Brown were the only other sounds that penetrated the silence.
 Suddenly, without warning, the crash of body dashing through the dry mesquite to our left was heard.
 In almost the same instant, ten sad
 dies were emptied, and ten big, [ strapping Texans had dashed into
 the brush like so many rabbits. The horses, but for turning curious eyes
 towards the brush in which their
 masters had disappeared, remained absolutely still.
 A minute later, however, the ten men returned and remounted. Coyote" explained my partner with smile. ''The, dam critters are
 always fOOling us, because they sound just like gfease1 trying to get away"
 We had ridden but a mile further
 along this trail, when the shrill
 whinny of pony broke through the stiffness. It halted our small band
 like magic. Although no one said a word, each man knew what the
 other thought, and they acted togeth-
 CT. Each ranger dismounted and
 took his rifle from the scabbard.
 ,. Quarry Run to Earth.
 'It's themt l guess" my partner in-
 formed me. You had better stay
 with the horses and keep your head
 under cover in case there is any shooting. We will be back in a lit
 tie while."
 Although every one of the rangers
 who took into the brush were big
 fellows, each wearing heavy boots, yet. when they had gone but ten
 hear. sound-n0t even the breaking of dry twig.
 Partners looking for game in an African jungle cold not have moved more silently, and although 1 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 amaz- ed me was the apparent understand- ing of the horses as to what was happening. Not one of the eleven animals moved or even brushed his bead against mesquite branch. Five minutes later, the sound Of shots cracked through the air. was in a state of feverish excitement. Never before had l been in man. hunt, and this one, staged in a stili night of the prairies, bordering the 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 Fa few seconds more the air rang with the cracks of rifles. I heard an oath screamed in Spanish a sharp-v0iced comr1and to halt in English. I heard the phink of body l jumping into the Rio Grande, then another one and another one. Some. | one was crashing madly through the mesquite brush to my right. then all was silence again. A few minutes later, the tGn rangers returned un- thurt.a WKilenI was trembling in my fexcitemeht, the men quietly put their guns back into their scabhards; mounted their horses, turned around, and startedcn back to Brownsville Fagain.. Not. a ward was spoken and each fnan's ofaces was as immobile, as though nothing had happened IT .Did, ,AdidAiid you get any of Ethemg' I whispered to my partner. sFive,S he said quietly, without { looking up.
 Ten minutes passed before I nerv- ed myself to ask the second ques- tion.