Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1917-08-10
"What then?"


s'What then?''
Jose significantly patted 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: 'sYou
would do well to go SLOW compadre.
Panfilo made his own quarrels."
1--WE were like brothers, and I do
not know of any quarrels. But shall
find out. I am not given to boasting,
senior, but I 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 cool
spot. Having succeeded, she called to
| Dave:
'There is 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 gnarly oak tree, Alaire
asked him point-blank:
"Where is Panfilo SanchezY
Dave met her eyes squarely; his
own were cold and hard. Hes where
he dropped at my second shot," said
| he.
He could hear his companions sharp
inhalation. He did not finch at 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 at the
timer" she asked. "Why didn't you
report it,"
'Tll report it when you give me per
mission"
Ct? WHAT" She wheeled to
face him.
"Think moment. can't tell half
the truth. And If I tell everything.
it will lead to-gossip."
"Ah! think understand. Mr..
Law, you can be insulting"
For the first time the man lost mus.
cular control of his features; they
twitched, 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-
ion. Panfilo had his six-shooter and
he used it; he intended to ambush me
and release his companion, but
forced his hand; so it amt what I'd
call murder; haven't lost any sleep
over it. T."
"You are utterly ruthless"
"Yes'mi I'm not what you would
consider nice person; the death OF
Panf1lo Sanchez means nothing what.
ever to me. If you can grasp that fact,
you'll see that your own reputation
weighed heavier in my mind that the
lives Of a dozen Mexicans-or whites,
for that matter"
81 go anywhere, everywhere. No one
has ever had the effrontery to queS-
1 ton my actions" Alaire told him,
stiff1y.
/ "And I don't aim to give 'em q
chance" Dave was stubborn.
There was another interval Of ST.
lence.
'You heard what Jose said. What
are you going to do?"
Dave made a gesture Of indiffer
ence. "It doesn't greatly matter. I'll
tell him the truth perhaps. You might
warn him against any foolishness
Jose has some sense"
/ The woman looked up curiously.
Don't you know how to be afraid
Haven't you any fear?" 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 Panfilo San.
chefs death. Yes'm, I know what II
is to be afraid"
Tt became evident to Dave, as the
afternoon progressed, that they would
be very late il arriving at Las Palmas
and he began to fear that his hostess
3 would feel in duty bound to insist upon
his spending the night vt her home.