Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1917-11-24

nave Deeu dcFOSS the ITO GTanQe-
with Rosa and all her fine clothes, eh
Now you will be hanged. Well, that /
how fortune goes"
The horse-breaker tossed his hea,
and shrugged with brave assumption
of indifference; he laughed shortly
"You can prove nothing"
"Yes," continued Dave, land Ros,
will go to prison, too. Now-suppos,
should let you go? Would you he'll
me? In ten minutes you could be safe
He inclined his head toward thu
muddy, silent river outside. "Woult
you be willing to help me?"
Jose's brows lifted. whats this
you are saying?" he inquired, eagerly
II would only ask you few ques
tions."
"What questionsw
"Where is Sonora Austin?"
Jose's face became blank. 81 don't
know"
sob yes, you do. She started for La
FeriI. But--did she get there? Or did
Longorio have other plans for her!
You'd better tell me the truth, for
your general can't help you now" Dave
did his best to read the Mexican's ex-
preston, but failed. "Senor Eds death
means nothing to me-" he went on,
"but / must know where his wife is.
and I'm willing to pay, with your lib
erty." In spite of himself his anxiety
was plain.
Jose exclaimed: "Ho! I under
stand. He was in your way and you're
glad to be rid of him. Well, we have
no business fighting with each other"
"Will you tell me--?"
"Pll tell you nothing, for know
nothing"
Come! I must know"
Jose laughed insolently.
Laws face became black with sud
den fury. His teeth barred themselves.
He took step forward, crying:
"By heaven You will tell mel"
Selling his prisoner by the throat. he
pinned him to the wall; then with his
free hand he cooked Longorios re-
volver and thrust its muzzls against
Jose's body. "Tell me-" he repeated.
His countenance was so distorted, his
expression 80 maniacaI that Jose felt
his hour had come. The latter, being
in all ways Mexican, did not struggle;
instead, he squared his shoulders and,
staring fearlessly into the face above
him, cried:
"Shoot!'
For a moMent the two men remained
so; then Dave seemed to regain control
of himself and the murder light flick
cred out of his eyes. He flung his pris-
oner aside and cast the revolver into
corner Of the room.
Jose picked himself up, cursing his
captor eloquently. "You gringos don't
know how to die" he said. Death?
Pahi We must die some time. And
supposing / do know something about
the sonora, do you think you can force
me to speak? Torture wouldn't open
my lips"
Law did not trust himself to reply
and the horse-breaker went on with
growing defiance:
II am innocent of any crime; there
fore l am brave. But you-the blood
Of innocent men means nothing to you
-Panfilos murder proves that-so
complete your work. Make an end Of
me-"
"Be still" Dave commanded, thickly.
But the fellows hatred was out Of
bounds now, and by the bitterness of
his vituperation he seemed to invite
death. Dave interrupted his vitriolic
curses to ask harshly:
"Will you tell me, or will you force
me to wiring the truth out Of your"
Jose answered by splitting at his cap
tor; then he gritted an unspeakable
epithet from between his teeth.
Dave addressed him with an air of
finality. "You killed that man and
your life is forfeit, so 1t doesn't make
much difference whether | take it or
the state takes 1t. You are
brave enough to die-most of you Next
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