The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-02
N~7he GAY BANDIT
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BY TOM GILL


he is afraid for the women. Make
Tito send them away"
Slowly Morales turned toward the
kneeling man. Deliberately he put
his foot on the poems shoulder and
kicked him into the dust.
only that?" he asked contemptu.
ously. "Por Dios. if | carried whip
! would cut you to ribbons. Is this
some wayside inn that you should
rush upon ME and my guests with
your whining? Get back to your
whimpering people. Never once have
my men ridden among you but you
have come crying with fright to me-"
He put his arm about the girls
shoulder and made as if to turn
away, but suddenly Adela's eyes
blazed. Her slender figure stiffened.
Il will not have it. Mother of
God. is there no end to the madness
of those vaqueros of yours? This
time. my uncle, we will make an end
OF it."
To Ted it seemed that suddenly
into her voice had come some note
final and resolute. She flung Mo-
rales's hand from her shoulder.
Il will not have these people made
sport of by drunken horde OF COW.
boys. Do you understand me? I
will not have it. am going down
to the village. No. you cannot stop
me. my uncle"
Her car was standing at the end
OF the broad driveway, and, throw.
ing off her shawl, she ran and flung
open the door. Without a word the
two men jumped to the running.
board. and in another minute the lit.
tie car was racing down the dusty.
bumpy road. Already above the hum
OF the engine shouts came to them
from the village. and now volley of
shots ratified far down the street.
The girl redoubled her speed.
"Dios." muttered Morales. This
thing they call impetuous youth NAV
break all our necks before the night
is DONE"
The street was filled with riding
men, great swarthy fellows with red
and purple shirts and chaps chosen
especially for the fiesta. Picked men
-Jito's vaqueros. They rode not
only in the street but upon the mar
row pavements, singing and shout.
ing, laying about them with their
rawhlde quirts. One had driven his
pony among the wares of a small
irult store and contentedly watched
the horse munching apples and pears.
whlle the helpless proprietor stood
oy, alternately murmurine curses
upon the vaqueros and prayers TO hi.
SAINTS. As the Car swung around the
corner. one of the cowboys, lurchinr
little IN his saddle, began shooting
at the lanterns with Indifferent Sic
cess. lie swore loudly at each un.
shot. Farther on rose a
roar OF deep laughter. and the rattle
OF shattered glass.
AS It on some secret mission the
nam body of Jito's vaqueros were
pushing steadily on toward the far
tner end of the village, leaving he.
nlnd them a trail of wreckaee and
obstruction. Suddenly from bevond
Tue village the sky blazed and a
shower OF sparks flew upward
the stars. The vaoueros
spu1rea forward. and with flashing
eyes .,s,, Adela looked at her uncle.
They have fired Dominsu.y,
"a she cried, and sped out
the hard-baked road. As the the car car
topped e. a rise Ted saw a SOLITARY
dwelling t E outlined in the lurid glar.
OF f'ames. But the ranchhouse ;tseN
was not burning. Two stacks Of hsv
were aolaze. and as the car svyunv
'o''s them the roar of flames grew
s. Already crowd of half
~ a.ken vaqueros rode madly about
-. ..s so,l'ary ranchhouse, while from
d ts sh'age streamed the rest of Jito's
the;" e... band yelling and swapping
'ne'r CURTIS. eager for whatever r.n,
the night might afford.