The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-08-16

have been across the Rio Grande-
with Rosa and all her fine clothes, eh
Now you will be hanged. Well, that /.
how fortune goes
The horsc-brcakcr tossed his heaG
and shrugged with II brave assumption
J Of Indifference; he laughed shortly
"You can prove nothing"
EYES," continued Dave, "and Rosa
will go to prison, too. Now-supposc
should let you go? Would you help
me? In ten minutes you could be snfe.''
He inclined his head toward the
muddy, silent river outside. "Would
YOU be willing to help mc?"
Josc's brows lifted. "What's this
YOU are saying?" he inquired eagerly.
II would only ask you few qucs-
| tiOns."
"What questions?"
"Whcre is Sonora Austin?"
Jose's face became blank, II don't
know"
"Oh yes, you do. She started for La
Fcria. But-did she get there? Or did
Longoro 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 Mcxican's cx-
preston, but failed. "Scnor 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
rrty." In spite Of himself his anxiety
was plain.
Jose exclaimed: "IIo! I under
In in,
glad to be rid of him. Well, we have
no business fighting with each other"
"Will YOU tell mc--?"
"I'll tell you nothing, for 1 know
nothing"
Come! / must know"
Jose laughed insolently.
Laws face became black with sud
den fury. His teeth barred themselves.
lie took step forward, crying:
by heaven! You will tell mel"
SciZing his prisoner by the throat, he
pinned him to the wall; then with his
free hand he cooked Longorio's re-
v"lvcr and thrust it's muzzle against
Josc'S body. "rcll mew he repeated.
Ills countcnance was so distorted, his
expression SO maniaca' that Jose felt
his hour had come. Il he latter, being
in all ways Mexican. did not struggle;
instead, he squared his shoulders and,
staring fcarlcssly into the face above
him, cried:
"Shoot ~
For 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-
Il corner of the room.
Jose picked himself up, cursing his
captor clolucntly. you gringos don't
know how to die" he said. Death?
Pah 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 horsc-brcnkcr went on with
growing defiance:
II am innocent of any crime; there
| fore l am brave. But you-thc blood
| of innocent men means nothing to you
-Pnnfilo's murder proves that-SO
complete your work. Make an end of
me-"
"Be still" Dave commanded, thlckly.
But the fellows hatred was out of
bounds now, and by the bitterness of
his vituperation he seemed to invite
death. Dave interrupted his vitrlollc
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 can.
tor; then he gritted an unspcakable
cpithct from between his teeth.
Dave addressed him with an air of
hnaity. "iou killed that man and
your life Is forfeit, so it doesn't make
inuch dinercncc whether | take 1t or
whether the state takes 1t. You are
brave enough to die--most of you Mexi-
cans 0re-but the state can't fOrcc Won