The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-12
SYNOPSIS

ote, the masked bandit, the Mexican
ranchers plan to overthrow the
wealthy Pace Morales, who has con-
fiscated their property for years. All
search for Eel Coyote" has been in
vain. Ted Radcliffe, a young Ameri-
can whose father Morales ruined,
loves the Spaniard's beautiful niece,
Adela. Tito. Morales ward, is jeal-
Gus. Bob Hardness. a friend of Ted's
late father, urges Ted not to quarrel
with Morales, as he has other plans.
Following raid on the village by
Jito's vaqueros, one of his men is
killed by Anton, an Indian. Morales,
fearing the vengeance of the tribe,
releases Anton. Out riding, Adela
tells Ted she disapproves of her un-
cle's treatment of the poems. Ted
considers Adela's wealth a barrier
between them. but she tells him to
let nothing interfere when he falls in
love. Ted is forced to shoot his horse
after a fall. He and Adela get lost
and spend the night in the desert.
CHAPTER XVII
Do boys ever have such foolish
dreams!"
Sometimes. What was your dash
ing rescuer like!"
"Oh, he was always changing. l
was very tickle about my escorts. AT
times he wa dark and spoke in
Spanish and had a mandolin hung
over his saddle. and sometimes he
was slender and soft-voiced and had
blue eyes. Yes, there were all kinds.
After all. why limit yourself to one
man in your dreams! But then, you
see, I've never known men except
the gilded youths of Mexico City,
where uncle sent me each year. Even
when l was in school in the States,
my uncle gave strict orders" She
looked up with those frank blue eyes.
"You know, besides Don Bob. I've
never really known any Ameri-
canos."
mo gringoes:" He smiled.
NOllC SlOOk lCI ICdOs SSl tdIIiy uO
very nice ones-like you"
Ted threw mesquite on the fire
until it leaped again and cracked like
a thousand roasting chestnuts. On
the farther side of the fire he spread
out the girls poncho and placed the
saddle at its head. The saddle
blanket was already dry and warm
from the flames. and this he laid
over the poncho. The result he con-
templated obviously.
1--we seen softer-looking beds. but
it will be warm enough unless the
night turns cool. Try it."
Obediently she rolled up in the
blanket and laid her head on the
saddle. Looking up she made face
at him.
This isn't going to be either warm
or soft. big man. but it's life in the
great Southwest"
She closed her eyes. "Dios, but
I'm tired" she murmured.
For an hour Ted sat smoking and
at last, replenishing the fire with
wood, he lay down beside it. Already
the girls eyes were closed. and her
hands were clasped about the saddle
horn. He stopped and pulled the
blanket higher about her throat. for
a cool current of air was pouring
down out of the mountains. For q
brief second she opened her eyes.
you're DEAR" she told him. and
went to sleep again.
Dawn had already frightened into
sunrise when Ted awoke. He arose,
cold and stiff from hours on the
hard sand. and looked about him.
Mist was still rising from the desert,
and as yet the sunlight held no
warmth. Tethered in a clump of
mesquite. the mare raised her head
and whinnied impatiently.
Ted looked up. Il know" he said
half aloud. you're hungry and
thirsty. and you've got nothing on
me-"
A rustling in the saddle blanket
made him turn. Two sleepy eyes
were being rubbed. and a mop of
hair frantically smoothed into sub.
mission.