Williams news., 1916-09-21
Copyright. 1918. by Frank A. Munsez.3
Capt. George B. Rodney

Stunned by the very audacity of the man, who defied him even when know ing full well what tortures lay in store for the presumptuous, General Obispo stared open-mouthed at Upton, listen ing without offering a word in answer. But when the miner told him he was double-dealer, and-what was worse proved it, he came to life. l
 My word is sacred; not even a gringo can impugn my honor!" he yelled. The paradox would have been funny had it not been so serious.
 Obispo arose, his face twitching, his body positively shaking with anger.
 Here, put a ballet in him some . body!" he roared, pointing at Upton.
 Taking advantage of the diversion. Kynaston drew back, shaking off his guards But in moment they seized him by the elbows and threw him bodily out of the door, Upton, his fingers clenching and unclenching con- vulsively, stood eying the furious half breed, while Dorothy laid restrain ing hand upon her fathers arm.
 Before he could even respond to the loving pressure of her fingers a group of angry men rushed through the open door and threw her forcibly back against the wall.
 She fell to her knees. Staggering again to her feet, she was aware, as one in a dream, of a hideous, fury distorted face thrust within a foot Of her fathers scornful countenance; Of dozen dirty, evil-smelling peon sol diers hanging to Upton as ants hang to dying hornet
 Then came a sharp crack and spit of flame. She saw her father stagger back, sink, helplessly to his knees, and sag forward on his face in the center of the maddened group. s: A bare five seconds she stood there. Then the full meaning of the scene enacted under her eyes dawned upon her. ..
 She was about to scream, but hand upon her lips mercifully stified it. A strong arm drew her back through the open door, and she heard, still as if in a dream, voice she had learned to know and love. Kynaston was speak ing brokenly:
 Steady, Miss Dorothy! I know! My heaven, if I could only have fore seen this! Come quickly and make no noise. Use your breath only for run ming" ,--.- ..-..
 "But-Mr. Kynaston-daddy-m fa- ther-"
 "No use, tell you! They have killed him! Murderers! Just as they prob ably killed others last night! Come, l say!" a,- -- I There was no withstanding his ap- peal, for he had seized her hand and was fairly pulling her after him. Thus they began their race for the shelter ing trees in tbe bottom. Breathless. sobbing from the excitement and the speed. not knowing by what accident the way was clear for them, the girl hurried along with him. dry-eyed and staring, as one who has seen sight preternaturally appalling.
 You see'-he panted it out as they ran-"1 tried to get word to you and could not. feared you would attempt some such quixotic thing. They meant to kill me, Of course. It would have been better 50. Then when you came in 1 intended to anger the old scoun- drel at me, and partly succeeded. Then when they threw Ee out my guard ran back and I sawed the raw hide that they had tied me with across an old wagon tire till cut it through y
 A sputter of rife shots cut short his explanation.
 Pulling her to right and left to dis turb the aim of the Mexicans, he dashed through the cottonwoods and ran up the slope. Even before the door of the house could be opened to them, |, they were pounding on the frame. A second later they staggered into the room to face the gray-bearded ex- deputy sheriff.
 Where's Upton ?" he demanded true, ulently Where's Upton?" Beyond brief nod he paid no at tention to Dorothy, nor even to Kynas- ton.
 He's d-d-dead!" sobbed the girl, giving way at last. "Oh, Marian, he's dead! They have killed him! I shall { never see him again!"
 The girl, sobbing as only bereaved daughter can, flung herself into the i waiting arms of Mrs. Fane. She drew the half-fainting girl into ! a bedroom, and so was not a witness of what followed. Had she remained in the living room, she would have seen a fierce old gray wolf of a plainsman open the front door and with all the politeness he was master of say to the two prisoners: Now, caballeros, it is your turn The way lies clear to General Obispo Take it''
 He pointed fiercely down the slope
 The two men ran hastily for the open
 door,
 "Don't!" said Kynaston hurriedly
 laying detaining hand on the old arm
 that swung from the rife barrel uI | in the eIinting sunlight "You cant