The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-06-14
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lose significantly pntted the gift re-
yolyer at his hip. This little fellow
will have something to say"
Dave looked him over idly. from
| hend to heel, then murmurcd: "You
would do well to go slow, compadre.
panfilo made his own quarrels."
ave were like brothers, and do
not know of any Quarrels. But / shall
find out. am not given to boosting.
senor, but am devilish bad man in
my way"
Nothing more was said during the
luncheon, but when Alnire 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 a gnarly oak tree, Alalre
asked him point-blank:
"Where is Panfilo Sanchez?"
| 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 companion's 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 piti-
lessy condemned
why didn't you tell me at the
timer" she asked. why didn't you
report it?"
"I'll report 1t when you give me per-
mission"
q? What-2" She wheeled to
face him.
think moment. I can't tell half
the truth. And If tell everything,
1T will lead to-gossip."
"Ah! I 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. Panfllo had his slx-shooter and
he used IT; he intended to ambush me
and release his companion, but
forced his hand; so it amt what Tt
call murder; haven't lost any sleeI
over 1t. u"
"You are utterly ruthless"
"Yes'm! I'm not what you woult
consider nice person; the death o,
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 dozen Mexicans-or whites
for that matter"
II go anywhere. everywhere. No one
has ever had the effrontery t6 ques
ton my actions" Alaire told him
stifly.
"And don't aim to give 'em ,
chance" Dave was stubborn.
There was another interval Of 81
lence.
'You heard what Jose said. Wha
are you going to do2"
Dave made a gesture Of indiffer
ence. 1T doesn't greatly matter. II
tell him the truth, perhaps. You Nigh
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 h,
answered: "Yes'm! I'm afraid thi,
thing is going to spoil our friendship
I've been desperately afraid, all along
that might have hurt your reputa
. tion. Even now I'm afraid. on you
account. to make public Panfllo San
chez's death. Yes'm, I know what 1
Is to be afraid"
1t became evident to Dave, as tn,
afternoon progressed, that they woult
be very late In arriving at Las Palmas
ana he began to fear that his hostess
would feel in duty bound to insist upor
. his spending the night at her home
Dave Law finds further traces
III OF criminal doinda near She Ans.