The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-08-31
!, TOM GILL
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came from out the patio and Ted
watched them with new interest. A
striking pair, those two. The Span
lard poised and immaculate in his
evening clothes, the Mexican almost
grotesque, SO huge he bulked be-
meath the stiff shirt and the black
broadcloth. He seemed out of place
in all that present-day clothing. He
should have been some satyr. with
great hairy legs, sprawling on river
bank.
Unhesitatingly Jito extended his
hand. Que va? You are a strong
man, my friend. My neck still
aches" He laughed and moved that
great columnlike neck back and
forth. "Once while I was at school
in California there came a Yale
wrestler, Avery his name was, a big
farm lad. One night we wrestled
for an hour. We pulled and twisted
one another about. Diosl My neck
hurt that night too. but at last I
won. Yes, you are stronger than
Avery"
"Is Sefior Radcliffe stronger than
you, Jito?" asked Morales, smiling.
Tito shrugged. ut is as I said
before. With this game of wrestling
there are rules and forbiddings and
clever tricks. He might beat me
again, for I am not clever. Yet
think in the serious work Of killing
a man with my hands I would win.
What you say, Mr.. Radcliffe?"
Ted raised amused eyes to the
Mexican. "What can I say? I have
never killed man with my hands"
mo? have. 1t is not pretty, and
yet there is joy in it."
Adela moved toward the door.
"You may give US all the CORY de-
tails at dinner, Tito"
Outside, beyond the patio, an or
chestra was playing, and in the room
beyond soft-footed servants bore
them food and wine.
Jito had lapsed into silence, and
Ted, after listening for a time to
the soft complaining of the Spanish
music. said to the girl beside him:
"What land of dreams and beau
tiful days and perfumed nights yours
is. A land where it would be diff
cult not to be fair and brave and
happy"
She made no answer. He looked
across at the dark, thoughtful face
of the Spaniard, and wondered what
lay behind that courteous, .unfath-
enable mask.
Il had hoped to have news for
you, Don Bob" the Spaniard was
saying. "News that would for me
make tonight a night of fiesta in
deed, but"-his queer, unequal face
saddened-"that news is delayed"
Don Bob looked up. 1T was about
the Coyote? You had hoped to tell
me he was captured7"
The other nodded. "You read the
brain, seiior. But not exactly his
capture. No. I had hoped to tell
you of his DEATH"
"Are they then that near to him3'
major Blount has called every
man from the garrison for a ten-day
campaign of the border. Next week
two squadrons Of Mexican cavalry
go with him. and together they will
search out every inch of the hills to
the south. / myself am working
still another way. have sent out
six of my boys to mingle with the
poems and the smaller ranchers and
learn what this rebel chiefs plans
are. Monday l send Tito and all the
men to join Blount for a search,
Those bloodhound boys OF n::s,
they are more eager to close with
the bandits than all the others. They
have suffered too much. And Jito''
the old fellow looked affectionate-
ly at the big Mexican who bore him
SO strange a resemblance-"Jito IS
the most eager of all. He has-how
you say?-dedicated himself to kill
ing this Coyote. and I tell him that
If he does I shall give him one hun
dred thousand pesos gold"