Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1917-06-22

belt dropped to the ground. "And you,
compadre, do the same. Mind you,
the left hand! Now face about and
walk to the charco, both Of you.
Good !"
Law stepped into view, his Winches-
ter in the crook Of his arm. He emptied
the three discarded weapons, then,
walking to Anto's horse, he removed
the second carbine from beneath the
saddle-f1ap and elected it's shells into
his palm.
This done, he addressed the stranger.
| snow, friend, who are you, and why
are you riding with this fellow?''
'fMy name is Panfilo Sanchez senior.
Before God, have done nothing" The
/ speaker was tremendously excited. In
the midst Of his incoherent pr0testa-
tons Mrs. Austin appeared.
"He is telling you the truth, Mr..
Law" she said, quietly. "He is one Of
my men,
Both Mexicans looked blank. At
sight of the speaker their mouths fell
open, and Panfilo ceased his gesticula-
ton.
/ Mrs. Austin went on: "He is my
have had any part in that murder in
Jim Wells county, for he was at Las
Palmas when left"
Panfilo recovered from his amaze
ment, removed his sombrero, and
blessed his employer extravagdntly /;
then he turned triumphantly upon his
captor. "Behold |" cried he. "There
you have the truth. I am an excellent,
Woodworking man and as honest as
God"
!. "Surely you don't want him." Alaire
appealed to Law. "He was probably
helping his countryman to escape-but
they all do that, you know"
"A1l right! II he's your man, that's
enough" Dave told her. "Now then,
boys, it will soon be dark and we'll
need some supper before we start. It
won't hurt Anto's horse to rest bit,
either. You are under arrest" he add
ed, addressing the latter. 81 won't tie
you unless"
mo, senor!' Anto understood per-
fectly, and was grateful.
"Well, then, build a fire, and you,
Panflo, lend hand. The sonora will
need cup Of tea, for we three have
long ride ahead Of us"
No time was lost. Both Mexicans
fell to with will, and in a surprising
" short time water was boiling. When
1t came Laws turn to eat, Alaire, who
was eager to be gone, directed her en-
ployee to fetch the rangers horse. Pan
flo acquiesced readily and buckled on
his cartridge belt and six-shooter. He
was about to pick up his rifle, too, but
finding Laws eyes inquiringly fixed up
on him, he turned with a shrlg and
disappeared down the arroyo. 1t was
plain that he considered his friendly
relations well established and resented
the rangers suspicion.
slow long has that fellow been
working for your Law jerked his head
in the direction Panfilo had taken.
"Not long. I-don't know much
about him." Alaire confessed. Then,
as If in answer to his unspoken ques-
ton, "But I'm sure he's all right"
ITS he looking up range for your"
"N-no! 7 left him at the ranch. I
don't know how he came to be here,
unless It is rather stranger"
Dave shot swift, interrogatory
! glance at Panfilo's travelling compan-
ion, but Anto's face was stony, his
black eyes were fixed upon the fire.
With an abrupt gesture Law flung
aside the contents of his cup and strobe
to PanflO's horse, which stood defect
eddy with reins hanging.
'sWhere are you-going?" Alaire rose
nervously.
It was nearly dark now; only the
crest Of the ridges were plain against
the luminous sky; in the brushy bot
tom Of the arroyo the shadows were
deep. Alaire had no wish to be left
alone with the prisoner.
With bride rein and carbine in his
| left hand, the ranger halted, then,
STOPPING for Anto's discarded cartridge
belt, he Topped it over his saddle-horn.
He vaulted easily into the seat, say
ing:
II hid that mare pretty well. Your
man may not be able to find her" Then
he turned his borrowed horses head
toward the brush.
| Anto had squatted motion1ess until
this moment; he had not even turned
his eyes; but now, without the slight
est warning, he uttered loud call.
1t might have served equally we'll as
summons or as an alarm, but it
changed the rangers suspicious into
certainty. Dave uttered an angry ex-
clamation, then to the startled woman
he cried:
"Watch this man! He can't hurt
you, for I've got his shells.' To his
prisoner he said, sharply: "Stay where
you are! Don't novel" The next in
| slant he had loped into the brush on
the tracks Of Panfilo Sanchez, squirting
! the tired gray pony into vigorous ac-
ton,