The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-24
CHAPTER VIII.
A1nadors Interference.

 estimating the labor that was still be- fore him, when the door opened and closed with Q snap, admitting Miss Callahan. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair disord cred, and her eyes bright with anger or fear. She plac- ed her back against tn door and stood in a limp attitude, striving to regain her composure. She passed a trem- bling hand across her forehead to brush away a lock of hair that had strayed down.
 "Mr. Armstrong; she said nervous ly, you must come with meat once. Please-please hurry
 What has happened 2" he demand ed anxiously. Why, you-you're as white as a ghost!''
 Its Amador," she replied faintIy. He stopped me. But that is not all. Just now he threatened MT. Don aldson-he knocked one the men down."
 Armstrong passed her, jerked open the door, and she followed Fim into the compound. He lifted her roughly into the gray roadster, and they throbbed off down the black road.
 Donaldson and his road gang were lined up as they approached Implant- ed in the center of the road on a small Cuban pony was Amador. Arm
 
 to a grinding stop within ten paces of the Cuban. He scrambled out and walked to the pony.
 Amador's thick lips drew back in a half grin, and his bagging eyes were expressive of contempt he looked down. Armstrong beckoned to Donaldson to approach, and the road boss obeyed with agility
 Whats the trouble, Donaldson?'' <1 moving his glance from Amador
 ''Senor-'' began Amador.
 q will hear this gentleman first interrupted Armstrong curtly.
 Its this way. MT. Armstrong" said Donaldson slowly. we were work ing along here, minding our own bus mess, when Senor Amador gallops out of the gate and orders us to stop. I obeyed your orders. and kept right on working. He drives the pony right in among my men and knocked one of them down. Then Miss Callahan happens along and I ask her to kind ly tell you
 Well Amador, what have you to say for yourself ?"
 This is my property" snapped the Cuban" and I will continue to use force to prevent trespassing. Senor Armstrong let me tell you that I know
  know everything you have done, and everything that you contemplate do- ing. I told you over a month ago not to interfere. You can accept the ob- Vious consequences. Do make my self clear?"
 Armstrong nodded slowly.
 And I repeat" stated the Cuban that I will allow no one to work on this road Do you comprehend, senor?"
 "Of course comprehend" replied Armstrong calmly. 'If this road hap pened to be your private property I would go near it. But you have made a mistake. This road is the property of the State. It was laid down by the State, and I have failed to find any State law to prevent any one from making improvements. Do you still intend to use force in keeping my men away from their work?"
 Because if you do-''
 You impudent rascalT" exclaimed Anador. leaning down in his saddle. This Is what I intend to do-now!'' He brought down stingingly on Arm strong's barred forearm.
 For an instant Armstrong remains motionless, as if he were unwilling to believe what had happened. He grasped the pony's reins.
 ''Amador," he burst out ''get down l from that pony. I'm going to teach i you some manners.''
 You will regret this. senor,'' re- torted Anador nervously, jerking the 1 reins from Armstrongs hands. He 1 cracked the whip over the pony's | shoulder, wheeled about, and gallop-l ed up the path toward his mill Ai
 Armstrong looked after him darkly | and turned to Donaldson.
 
 out of the way. You have my per mission. Let you men use whatever l means are necessary
 "But, damn his hide, Mir. Arm strong; are you going to- stand there | and let that big hulk talk to you and swipe you with his whip-hke | hat?" blurted Donaldson