The Lamar register., 1917-08-29

10 inquire ABOUT Aaoro urpina. ana III
noon halted beside watercourse fol-
lunch.
Dave was refilling the radiator when
he overheard Jose In conversation with
Mrs. Austin.
Nowhere tracer" the horse
breaker was saying. mo one mas seen
him. Poor Rosa Morales VIII die of
q broken heart"
Alaire explained to her puest "Jose
is worried about his cousin Funnlo. 1t
seems he has disappeared
"SOl You are Panhlo's cousin?'
Dave eyed the Mexican with new In
terest.
"Sir"
You remember the MANI" AlaIre
went on. "Ie was with that fellow
you arrested at the water-hole."
"Oh, yes. l remember him" With
steady fingers Dave shook some to-
bacco into n cigarette paper. He felt
Alairc's eyes upon him, and they were
eloquent of inquiry, but he did not
meet them.
Jose frowned. "No one at La Feria
has seen him, and in Pueblo there was
not word. II is strange"
"PanfilO was in bad company when
saw him" Law finished rolling his
cigarette and lit it. still conscious of
Alnire's questioning gaze. "He may
have had trouble"
HE was good man." the horse
breaker asserted. "If he is dead"
The Mexican's frown deepened to
scowl.
"What them?
Jose significantly patted the gift re
volver at his hip. This lltle fellow
will have something to say"
Dave looked him over Idly, from
head TO heel, then murmured: "You
would do wen to go slow, compadre
Panalo made his own quarrels."
1--WE We're like brothers. and I do
not know of any quarrcls But shall
find out. am not given to boasting.
senior, but I am a devllish 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 ostenslhly to find a 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. Alaire
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 companions sharp
inhalation. He did not finch at the
look she turned upon him.
"He was practically unarmed What
do you call-such an act7"
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?"
I'm report 1T when you give me per-
mission"
z? WHAT" She wheeled to
face him.
Think a moment. can't tell half
the truth. And If tell everything.
it Will lead to-gossip."
"Ahl l think l 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
checks became sickly yellow.
You've no right to say that" he told
her harshly. You've plumb over
stepped yourself, ma'am, and-I recli-
on you've formed quite wrong opln-
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; l haven't lost any sleep
over II. L"
"You are utterly ruthless"
"Yes'ml I'm not what you would
consider a nice person; the death of
Panfilo 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 Mexicnns-or whites,
for that matter"
81 go anywhere. everywhere. No one
has ever had the effrontery to ques-