The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-27

likely that Fl Coyote can stand out
against the military of both nations.
But whatever happens, I know this.
I will have loosened the yoke on the
neck of the small rancher across the
line, and, when / pass, men can say
that in the long list of rustling, raid
ing, and killing that can be laid at
my door. not once have I sided with
the strong against the weak. Not by
one hairs breadth have I ridden
from the course I believe to be
right"
Again the low voice stopped and
the fare of a match lighted up his
thin features. His eyes twinkled, and
the half-mocking. half-wistful smile
crept back to his face.
meanwhile, my services as a
trouble-maker have been fatteringly
appraised at fifty thousand dollars
gold, alive or dead-preferably dead.
'The last battle of all is still ahead.
For long time l have decided that
Ell Coyote must 60. But before that
I'm going to show the border coun-
try that the reign of the cattle king
is over. If I can make the border
blaze with revolt and see men hold
their herds and haciendas in defiance
of all Morales's vaqueros, it will be
something worth living for. But it's
not your fight, and I'm not going
to have you take part in it. You'll
have job enough running these
ranches of mine while I'm away and
keeping Tito on his own side of the
fence. Now I'm tired of talking, and
I'd like some broth, or whatever it
Is you feed to wounded bad men,"
As Ted rose, Bob added, in quiet
decision, And tomorrow morning
I get up"
That same bright morning Men,
doza, patron of the glittering palace
of dance, was standing very submis.
sively before a limousine drawn up
outside his patio. Mendoza's black
eyes glistened with excitement. Not
for months, he was exclaiming in
voluble Spanish, had he been so hon
ored as now. Never before dared he
even hope that Sefior Paco Morales
might pay q visit to his unworthy
place. But he was desolate that the
sefior had come in the morning, for
now all was silent: yet if he would
do him the favor-would he not take
a glass of Spanish wine to refresh
him?
Morales listened noncommittally
to the fellows talk, while his eyes
passed leisurely over the low, adobe
building that, like some gigantic can
die of the desert. brought human
moths of both countries to its nightly
allure. At last Morales raised his
hand and Mendoza froze to respect
full silence.
"You have here, I am told, many
beautiful women, no?'
The little innkeepers eyes took on
. cunning, knowing look Now they
were getting somewhere. Now, he
assured himself. the old fox talked
business. He raised his hands in !
wide gesture. "Sefor, there are NO
men here who would make the great
saints weary of paradise. have here
the beauty of many nations. For the
dance there is . girl from the boule-
Yards Of Paris. = girl, you conceive,
who has just come to my palacio.
Her little foot"
Let rs not spend this delightful
morning talking Of . woman's foot
Especially the foot Of . woman who
does not interest me-"
| Again Mendoza sank into q de.
spairing silence. These lords Of the
land. they were 80 difficult, que VI,
yet one must somehow please them.
! Meanwhile the low. ineisive voice
went on.
II am interested in 4 woman here
who sings. They call her Ann"
Isl. 81 The American. Her real
maine"
why should we seek real namesl
The name I speak serves. I want to
see this woman-now."
Il shall tell her you are here,
sehor. Yet it is. you understand,
quite early. She ma, not be up, for
she sings until early dawn. II you