The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1917-05-24

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Jose significantly pntted the gift re.
volver at his hip. This little fellow
will have something to say"
Dave looked him over idly, from
head to heel. then murmured: "You
would do well TO go slow, compadre.
panflo made his own quarrels."
1--WE were like brothers, and I do
not know Of any Quarrels. But ! shall
find out. ] am not given TO Boosting,
senior, but l am a devilish bad man In
my way"
Nothing more was said during the
luncheon, but when Alaire had finished
eating and her two employees had be-
gun their meal, she climbed the bank
Of the arroyo ostensibly to find a cool
spot. Having succeeded, she called TO
Dave:
"There Is a nice breeze up here"
The Rangers face set; rising slow.
ly, he climbed the bank after her.
When they stood face to face In the
shade Of a gnarly oak tree, Alaire
asked him p%oint.blank:
"Where Is Panfilo SWiche,f"
Dave met her eyes sQuarely; his
wi were cold and hard. "He's where
he dropped at my second shot," said
he.
He could hear his companions sharp
inhalation. He did hot finch ut the
look she turned upon him.
"He was practically unarmed! What
do you call-such an act?"
Dawes lips slowly whitened, his face
became stony. He felt himself pitt.
lessly condemned.
"Why didn't you tell me nj the
timer" she asked. "Why didn't you
report III"
"Ill report II when you give me per.
mission"
~ what" She wheeled to
face him.
think a moment. I can't tell half
the truth. And II I tell everything,
1t will lead to-gossip."
"Ahl I think I understand. Mr..
Law, you can be insulting"
For the first time the man lost mus.
cular control Of his features; they
tv'itched, and under their tan his
cheeks became sickly yellow.
you've no right TO say that" he told
her harshly. "You've plumb over.
stepped yourself, ma'am, and-I reck.
on you've formed quite a wrong opin.
lon. Panflo had his six.shooter and
he used Il: he intended to ambush me
and release his companion, but I
forced his hand; so It amt what I'd
call murder; I haven't lost any sleep
over Il. l."
"You are utterly ruthless"
"Yes'm! I'm not what you would
consider a nice person; the death Of
Panflo Sanchez means nothing what.
ever TO me. II you can grasp that fact,
you'll see that your own reputation
weighed heavier in my mind that the
lives Of n dozen Mexicans--or whites,
for that matter"
II go anywhere, everywhere. No one
has aver had the ~effrontery to ques.
ton my actions" Alaire told him,
stinly.
"And I don't aim to give 'em O
chance" Dave was stubborn.
There was another interval of 81.
lence.
"You heard what Jose said. VIVA,
are you going 20 dot"
Dave made n gesture Of indIffer
ence. ut doesn't greatly matter. I'll
tell him the truth, perhaps. You nigh,
warn him against any foolishness
Jose has some sense"
The womhn looked up c~uriously
Don't you know how to be afraid
Haven't you any fear2" she asked.
Dawes gray eyes were steady as he
answered: "Yes'm! I'm afraid this
thing Is going to spoil our friendship
I've been desperately afraid, all along
that I might have hurt your reputa'
ton. Even now I'm afraid, on your
account. to make public PanHlo san
CHEFS death. Yes'm, I know what 1,
Is to be afraid"
II became evident 10 Dave, as the
afternoon progressed, that they would
be very late In arriving ut Las Palmas
and he began to fear that his hostess
would feel In duty bound TO insist upon
his spending the night at her home