The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1921-03-18
By PETER 3. KYNE
CHATTER xvl-contInued.
tcoDyrisht. BY Pstsr 3. KynsI

Ricardo promised.
"From the cathedral" Webster add
ed. "And take a picture of 1t for
his people. He told me about them.
/ want them to think he amounted to
something, after all. And when you
get this two-by-four republic Of yours
going again, Rick, you might have
your congress award Don Juan a
thousand dollars orc for capturing Sar-
ros. Then we can send the money TO
his old folks"
"But he didn't capture Sarros,"
Ricardo protested. 1.-THE man escaped
when the guards cut their way
through"
"He didn't. That was a ruse while
he beat It out the gate where you
found me. I saw Don Juan knock him
cold with the butt of his rifle after
I'd brought down his horse"
do you think he's there yetT
"He may be-provided all this didn't
happen the day before yesterday. If
wanted him, I'd go down and look
for him, Rick"
"Tll go right away, Jack"
zone minute, then. Send a man
around to that little back street where
they have the wounded-it's a couple
Of blocks away from hereto tell
Mother jerks and the young lady
with her I'll not be back"
They're both outside now. They
must have gone looking for you, be-
cause they found you and Don Juan
first and then told me about it."
"Who told your?
Mother jerks"
"Oh! Well, run along and get your
man."
Ricardo departed on the run, talk
ing the sentry at the door with him
and in his haste giving no thought
to Mother jerks and her companion
waiting for the doctors verdict. In
the palace grounds he gathered two
more men and babe them follow him ;
leading by twenty yards, he emerged
at the gate and paused to look around
him.
Some hundred feet down the street
from the palace gate Saros' bay
charger lay dead. When Webster's
bullet brought the poor beast down,
his rider had fallen clear of him, only
TO fall n victim to the ferocity IF Don
Juan Cafetero. Later, as Sarros lay
stunned and bleeding beside his mount,
the stricken animal In its death-strug-
gle had half risen, only to fall again,
this time on the extended left leg Of
his late master; consequently when
Sarros recovered consciousness follow
ing the thoughtful attentions of his
assailant, It was to discover himself a
hopeless prisoner. The heavy carcass
of his horse pinned his foot and part
of his leg to the ground, rendering
him as helpless and desperate as a
trapped animal.
For several minutes now he had
been striving frantlcally to release
himself; with his sound right leg
pressed against the animals back
bone he tried to gain sufficient pur-
chase TO withdraw his left leg from
the carcass.
AS Ricardo caught sight of Sarros
ne lnstinctiveIy realized that this was
his mortal enemy; motloning his men
to stand back, he approached the
struggling man on tiptoe and thought
fully possessed himself of the dlcta>
tors pistol, which lay In back Of him,
but not out of reach. Just as he did
so, Sarros, apparently convinced Of the
futility Of his efforts to free himself,
surrendered to fate and commenced
rather pitlfully to weep with rage
and despair.
Ricardo watched him for q few sec
Onds, for there was just sufficient Of
the blood Of his Castlllan ancestors
still in his veins to render this sorry
spectacle rather an enjoyable one to
him. Besides, he was 90 per cent
Iberian. a race. which can hate quite
as thoroughly as It can love, and
for a time Ricardo even nourished the
thought of still further INDUCING his
thirst for revenge by pretending TO
aid Sarros In his escaped Presently,
however, he put the ungenerous
thought from him; selling the dead
horse by the tail, he dragged the car
cass or his enemy's leg, and while
Sarros sat up, tailor-fashion, and COM
menCed 10 rub the circulation back
into the bruised member Ricardo
seated himself on the rump Of the
dead horse and appraised his prisoner
critically.