The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-10-03
SYNOPSIS

bandit, who has avenged the wrongs
inflicted upon the poems by Pace
Morales. Ted Radcliffe, the son of
Bob's dead friend, Ann Reed, an
entertainer at a disreputable resort,
and DR.. Price are the only ones who
know "El Coyotes" identity. Mo-
rales would pay well for this infor-
nation and, not knowing that Ann
loves Eel Coyote" and is his spy,
asks her to secure it. He also en-
ploys her to entangle Ted and kill
his beautiful niece, Adela's, love for
the American. Ann goes to warn
Bob and brings Ted the news that
a large tract of land controlled by
Morales rightfully belongs to him.
Back in her room, as Ann informs
Ted of Morales proposed trap for
I'm, the door opens and the Span
lard enters with Adela. His purpose
accomplished, he apologies and
lives with his dic...lusioned niece.
Downstairs, Ted receives an insinu-
ating message from Tito, Morales
ward, who is insanely jealous of
him. The inevitable clash has come
and the two men battle for life or
death.
CHAPTER XIV
They were motionlcss now, those
two grotesuue. hulking bodies, be-
meath the glare of the lights. Their
clothing hung in tattered shreds.
Their breathing came in agonized
sobs, and already one of Jito's eyes
had closed. Ted's own face was hag-
gard, his jaw had dropped, and the
blue veins on his forehead stood out
like cords beneath his wet hair. Yet
in this last supreme effort his aching
muscles knotted as he forced Jito's
captive hand still higher, still nearer
the breaking point. Once more a
low groan was wrung from the Mex
leans lips as Ted forced his arm up
ward inch by inch in that killing
hold. Jito's shoulder was on fire.
Flinging his head back, he tried to
batter the mans face with his great
skull, and once his head crashed on
the point of Ted's chin with sharp
crack. For an instant the Americans
hold weakened, then, with last eff
fort, strengthened, and again the
merciless hammerlock frightened. Al
ready the Mexican's great sinews
were cracking with the agony and
strain of it. His neck had swollen.
The great head lolled from side to
side in a very ecstasy of pain. but
still the dark giant fought on. One
gripping hand had caught Ted by
the shoulder, and in a last frantic
effort tore the skin with clenched
nails. No sound. 1t might have been
4 place Of death except for the Sob
bing breath of those two forms, hor-
rible now to look at, savage, beyond
all thought and all sensation except
for the blood lust that rioted in both
their brains. They were no longer
men. They were two primeval forces
of the world. symbols Of clashing
destinies. They were hate incarnate.
And still, head down, eyes closed,
sweat pouring over bloody skin, they
struggled on.
Mother of God," one murmured
hoarsely from the crowd, never be-
fore have men fought as these men
fight. They are wolves, these two.
mad wolves. Look, in Gods name!
Now the Americana strangles himp
: For, still holding Jito's wrist in his
left hand, Ted had wound his right
arm closer about the Mexican's neck
and little by little was tightening his
hold. Jito's eyes buleed. Once
stifed gurgle rose from his torn lips.
Shifting his weight to his left foot he
whipped suddenly about with all the
force of his right leg, in frantic
attempt to MAIN Ted, but he was too
close. Like a dying man his free
arm rose high IN the air, his fingers
opened and clutched horribly The
mans life was being forced from his
very body by this merciless antae-
cnist.
Once among those silent specta.