The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-12-06

cattle hundred yards from
thu trail. A Mexican lad. half
asleep. was herdlnE them.
Funny how things come out. "
YcRger remarked. Lees than u
week ago paid perfectly good
check for tho Primo company for
that bunch % steers We did aim
TO use them IN some roundup sets.
but expect you've got another use
for them
ST. senior
Hope Harrison held you up for
q good price" suggested tho Ameri-
can eAsgzlly.
Gonzales showed his teeth in q
grin. We're you in on this with
him."
The revolutionary chief was an
lnoessant card-piayer. lie had a
greasy pack ont as soon aa they
reached camp. Steve Saa invited
TO take hand. also Ramon Cnl.
vera and a fat. bald-hoaded Meri-
can named Ochampa Culvera.
playing In luck. won largely from
his chief. who accepted his run of
~ fortune grouchily
A trooper came into tho room
and stood at attention.
Gonzales nodded CURLY.
Senior Harrison 10 see the gen.
aral." said the private In Spanish.
A chill ran down the spine OF tho
American. He knew tho former
prizoflghtor would dcnounce him.
Harrison shook hands with the
general and with Culvcra. Then
his glance fell upon the American.
"A tho hatred flared In his eyes
steve knew 81 was all over but tho
shooting. When Harrison accused
him OF the murder OF Mendoza.
memory of him came back 10 Cul.
vera. and he confirmed tho accu-
satiun In leAs than ten minutes
Steve was led from the room I'M
der guard
The cow-puncher was thrust into
one-room. flatroofed adobe hut
The door was locked and a guard
set outside
Steve was caught. like rat in a
trap. Yet somehow he did not feel
as II II could bo truo that he was
to be taken out at daybreak and
shot.
But as tho hours wore away the
grim reality OF his position came
nearer home From his pocket he
took notebook and pencil. II
was possible that Gonzales would
let him send n letter thru TO Three
wit n II gave some explanation OF
hts death-that would relieve Con.
zales OF any responsibility.
Steve tore out a page and wrote.
standing under the little shaft OF
moonlight that poured thru the
small barred window
Fifteen minute. ago accidentally sho,
myself while target practicing here m
camp. They say I wont live more than
a few hours ny tho courtesy % Gen
Gonzales am getting letter thru TO you
Give bearer 80 IN goid
Say good bye for me 90 Frank. Daisy
and the rcat Bust up that marriage ~
you can Adois, my friend.
STEVE YEAoER.
lie was searching in his pocket
for an envelope when there came
sound that held him rigid. Some
one was very carefully unlocking
the door OF his prison from the out
side.
The door opened inch by inch.
A mans head was thrust thru the
opening. After a silence a figure
followed the head and the door was
closed again.
The lower half Of the mans face
was covered by fold OF his serape,
the upper part was shaded by his
sombrero. only the glittering eyes
could be plainly seen
why have you Gomez"
ITO talk with you-perhaps to
save you. QUEEN sabe2"
"Will you take n seat. general"
Gonzales dropped the serape from
his face and moved forward.
80 you knew me?"
yes"
How much Will you give for
your life?" demanded the Mexican
abruptly.
AS much as any man"
Would you kin Ramon Culvera
to save your own life?"
After barely an instant's heslta.
ton Steve answered.
yep. I'll fight him to finish
any time, any place"
"Buenos! lie VIII be summoned
from his house Tonight
"one thrust of the knife and-you
VIII DO avenged! A saddled horse