The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-02

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people bear her. the power of our
friend Morales might last no longer
than this cigarette. It's almost a
worship they have for her-stronger
even than their fear of Tito. After
all. they are like little children. They
love her because she is beautiful and
kind to them, and so they endure
the slavery Morales puts upon them"
A quiet footstep sounded behind
them. and Morales was offering them
his cigarette case. These. too, arc
from Spain" he told them.
! Il was wondering just now" said
Bob. as he held a match for his host
"if you realized the formidable en-
envy that Adcla must be to FL
Coyote!"
Enemy"
II mean the love these poems have
for her. Might it not be this love
of theirs that keeps them loyal and
holds many from joining the Coy
ote's band:"
Morales barked a short laugh. ut
is fear, not love, with these vermin,
my friend. The one thing that helps
keep them is that here their best in
terest lies. They were born to be
slaves and to need masters who are
stronger than they. You must for
get such weak sentiment when deal
ing with these people, senor." Then,
as if suddenly remembering. he
handed piece of folded paper to
Don Bob. "A rider has just brought
this" the Spaniard told him. He
waits outside"
With little frown Bob tore open
the paper, and as he read the frown
deepened. He looked up and tapped
the message with his finger.
This may take me away for an
hour or more-with your permits.
sion."
Morales bowed. Il had feared as
much. Your rider brought a saddled
horse" And as Bob hurried down
the walk he turned again to Ted.
1--WE were speaking of how to handle
these people. You see those gates?"
He led Radcliffe to where the tall
iron gates hung open. More than
one man has been chained to them
as lesson in behavior"
Have they no other use?" Rad.
cliffe asked.
mo longer. I hope they never
will. Once my forefathers found
need of them in repclling attacks.
Still, this hacienda would make a
rather strong fortress with those
gates closed"
Ted looked up curiously. "But thew
only hang on those hinges. A strong
man could lift them off,"
lncredulously the Spaniard raised
his shoulders. "A strong man in
deed-perhaps Tito or yourself might
do that. Yet remember"
The words we're lost in the mad.
dened pounding of horses hoofs. Be.
yond the gate a hatless rider had
pulled his pony to a halt. Flineinp
himself from the saddle. he ran
toward them, then catching sight Of
Adela. threw himself to his knees
before her. His upturned face was
dust-stained. and in the light Of thu
lanterns it cleaned with sweat and
with a darker streak Of blood. The
man was speaking to her quickly. in
sistently, his face upturned in SIM.
plication. Once he raised his hand
and grasped her shawl. and now the
girl had put both hands before h.r
eyes and swerved. The silenced
crowd OF poems was falling back. and
through them Morales and Radcliffe
pushed their way to the girls side
Ade!a turned an agonized face
toward them. In supplication her
arms reached out to her uncle.
The vaqueros," she criso. This
man says that Jito's vaqueros are
raidIng the village. that thew have
broken into the cantina and are dr;y
ing the people through the streets
he says they are wild with dr;nk ,rd