The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-08-19

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crumpled and they found a deep
flesh wound in his leg. It's just pos
sible that we've got one of FL Coy
ote's men. So il it isn't asking too
much, I'D like Senior Morales and
Don Bob to take look at him. We
may learn something"
Il suppose" commented Aunt
Clara grimly. "this is your idea of
how to conduct a bridge gamer"
Dear. a soldier"
Don't finish it'll I know. I'm 60
ing to set that speech to music some
day." She turned to DR.. Price.
you'll find bandages in the desk
near the table. Call me if there is
anything else. And leave Ted Rad
cliffe here in case the rest of FL
Coyotes band drop in for a hand
of contract"
Silently the four men walked out
into the night, following the flag
stone walk to where a clump of
tamarisk flanked the low building
which all Verdi knew as the majors
Office. The soldiers had halted in
side with their prisoner, and as the
major switched on the lights all
eyes turned toward the captive,
standing between two tall troopers.
He was small, very dirty, and his
eyes dropped either with pain or
with WEAKNESS. The weight of his
body rested on the left leg. DR.. Price
stepped forward.
Speak English?"
The Mexican shook his head.
They never speak English until
they want something" the doctor
muttered. Then. to Morales: "Please
tell him to sit down there. Tell him
/ may hurt him a little. Bob. fill
that basin, will your"
Swiftly the doctor cut the cloth
from about the wound and examined
the discolored flesh. Once the man
gave a sharp sigh of pain, and Bob
put 4 lighted cigarette between his
lips. In mute thanks the Mexican's
heavy eyes were raised to the face
of Don Bob, then lowered again.
Anyone here ever seen him:"
asked the major.
Morales and Don Bob regarded
him closely.
"Never," said Morales at last.
Don Bob shrugged his shoulders.
Ellis face looks familiar. but one
can't be sure. Will he talk?"
"The soldiers can't speak Spanish.
Let's see what Morales can get out
of him."
"Where do you come from" be-
gan Morales in Spanish.
The captive made no reply.
ANSWER ME. Where are you
from? What is your manner"
Again silence, and the flush on
the majors face deepened.
"A few days in the suard-house
may help him remember" Then to
soldier. Search his pockets"
Quickly the contents Of the poems
coat were spread on the table. A
bag Of tobacco, erumpled cigarette
papers and matches. 4 bundle Of
rawhide string-the soldier gave =
quick whistle of surprise. THAT
birds sure well-heeled." He held up
two twenty-dollar gold pieces.
Instantly Morales bounced on
them. "Dios y Mariaw He carried
them nearer the light. almost I
could swear to it"
Swear whats" The majors voice
was eager.
That they are Of the same bag I
paid Lopez"
"You mean every gold piece was
marked?"
"No. Not marked. grant, Of
course. there are other twenty-dollar
gold pieces in the world, but see,
these are new--as were the ones /
had from the bank. And what would
this dog be doing with two pieces
of gold1 j think. major. you have
caught one Of FL Coyotes band"
Perhaps Fl Coyote himself"
suggested Don Bob, smiling.
Hardly that" The spaniard
looked menacinsly down 1t the cap