The Tomahawk., 1919-08-28
COPYRIGHT
CHAPTER Xli-continued.


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'This way, senor. May 1 go first?
Thank you. Gaucho, will you stay
with the senorita? Thank you. And,
Senor Stairway, ! should be glad to
have you accompany me-
Already his foot was upon the first
step. Stairway laid q quick hand upon
his arm.
"Surely you do not think Of coming
upon them this way"
Surely" smiled the old man; "they
are my guests, am the host. liam
going to them"
He went slowly up the short fight
of stairs, Stairway close at his heels,
wondering. At the top was little
door. De la Guerra raped softly with
the barrel of his revolver.
There was a sudden silence in the
room, voices dropped to whispers. De
la Guerra knocked again.
"Well?' It was Torres voice,
sharp. impatient. "Who is it?'
1T is 1, Senor Torre," answered the
old man, quietly. "And am Antonio
de la Guerra. bring my apologies for
being so tardy to wait upon guest
and come to talk with y0u."
Again silence, again hurried whis-
pers, then Tore crying out:
"What have you to say? can put
q bullet through the door which will
find you! If you will open the safe,
let us take the gold and 60; you may
keep the silver and stay. What do you
say?"
De la Guerra laughed softly. And
then, seriously, he answered:
II say, my dear Senor Tore, you
are talking bravely; but that you at
last are in no position to dictate. It Is
I who dictate. Let me come in that
we may talk, or I shall have to have
Vidal chop down some more of my
doors. And I do not like to do that"
Tore hesitated. Why1 Stanway
thought because he was studying his
men with those keen eyes of his, trying
to guess how far he could count on
them now.
Evidently not very far. For in
moment came his soft laugh, and his
short command: -.
''Nunez, open the door. Let my
kinsman come just to the threshold.
If any of his men try to enter-well,
leave them to me! Enter, senior"
The door slid open. De la Guerra
stepped just to the threshold, STAN
way close behind him.
"Good evening, caballCr0s," said the
old Spaniard courteously. "Now for
my word with Tore. All of the men
he has brought with him may go free
and unharmed, provided that am as
sured Pedro Celestino, and poor Al
fredo there will live. IF any of them
is to die, then the man who has killed
him is not to go! Juarez may 60.
Dempton may CO."
"You are pleased to be gracious,
my high and mighty kinsman"
sneered Tore impudently. soho,
Senor Stairway! You are there, too?
Castro" sharply to black-browed
ruffian at his side, "you are the best
marksman ever saw, and, besides,
you are an admirable soldier who
knows how to take command. Ii
the senor Stairway moves a hand or
takes a step this way will you blow
his brains out for me?"
Castro's answer was to fling down
his revolver SO that it ratified notsily
ON the floor.
You have led us into trap" he
retorted sullenly. II accept the Senor
de Ia Guerra's word that 1 may 60
free. I have harmed no one"
A black frown gathered Torres
brows. A little smile crept into De
Ia Guerra's stern eyes.
''The first sign that you lose, Tor
re-" he said quietly. 'The first sign
that winl"
DO you know, my kinsman," re-
piled Tore insolently, struggling his
shoulders at the mutiny of Castro,
"that may lose and still you not
win7 How? Why, to be explicit to
an old man, can at least have the ex-
uuisite pleasure Of ending my gay lit
tie existence gaily-and In shooting
you just between the eyes, senor!"
Stairway shuddered, seeing the
deadly earnest threat In Torres low
lidded eyes. But De Ia Guerra's gaze
did not waver and he answered.:
"Even that, Tore, is denied to
you" He laughed softly. For,
above all things, you are gambler
and will take q gamblers choice! You
can kill me, yes-perhaps! And II
you did7 Ny vaqueros would rush In
here and on time for me to see you
die! You know that. There would be
no chance in 1t for you. I offer you
chance-if you let these men 90, II
you throw down your gun and agree to
take the chance I offer you! And be-
ing q gambler above anything else in
the world-why, you win accept the
one little chance offer you"
Tore hesitated. His hesitation
was plain in his attitude. the head
drupped q little, the moody 4atherin9l