Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1938-01-21
CHAPTER Z

$500, scrupulously refusing to tell him
what she wanted it for.
He warned her to be careful, where
upon she informed him that Don Mi
guel had brought a bad man from
Mexico with him and Jarvier Duarte
It looked bad for Lancey Micks.
She assured him she was taking
Milario and Congo Coined with her,
and Ramon, too.
81 hear the Cabarias River bridge
fell" remarked Britton.
eyes Daddy went down late last
night. He hasn't gotten back. At
least, he hadn't when 1 left. It was
pretty lucky in way"
Mr.. Britton set his fingers together.
''Tell me what you know"
"Hilario told me some pretty sur
prising things"
Ruth, hope you haven't taken on
too much"
ibid you know Hilario's uncle, Do
mingo, was killed last night because
he knew too much?'
"Who did it,"
"a Merican."
Coming from the cane at Last Gle
has, Lancey Micks glanced, as always
to see if Congo Gomez's Quita was in
sight. There was no one.
AS he looked left, something flicked
him on the cheek.
He was instantly aware of his help
lessness, expectant of the second re-
port.
He let his left foot go loose in the
stirrup, reeled forward with a clever
appearance of accident, and dropped.
The horse terrified, dashed away.
Lancey, with the holster of the Colt
safely against his stomach, lay per-
fectly still.
Some friend or relation of Juan
Martinez, he thought. A relation, prob
ably, cherishing the sacred Latin OBJ
legation of vengeance. You couldn't
tell; he might have come all the way
from Habana, never even having
known Juan Martinez personally.
A little later Quita stumbled on him
and screamed, but Lancey Micks quiet
ed her. Together they went toward a
little fenced enclosure. Quita pushed
the fragment of door open. She shifted
a moment.
Something burned?" she asked. 81
left no fire"
Lancy Micks bent down suddenly.
"My spur got twisted" she said.
The slim, empty .30-.3O shell he drop
ped into his breeches' pocket.
"What is it?"
A little later Quita stumbled on him
you'll feel better"
81 still don't see," protested Ra-
mon.
"And probably you won't dear. 1t
may all have gone wrong. I have a
J lot of faith in Congo Gomez, however,"
II had time getting the horses"
he said.
Darling, you're wonderful. mean,
not to ask any questions. Do you want
to know what we're doing ?"
eff you want to tell me. I don't
care.
81 feel awful inside" she admitted,
"but it's just because Pm scared to
death. Well, it's too late now. It's
either all right, or it isn't. Pm hav-
ing man kidnapped dear"
"Who?" asked Ramon, dazed.
1T sounds silly, but 1 don't know
his name. I've got to find out some
things from him. 1 think he's the
man who shot Hilario Ruiz uncle last
night. Look down there. Is that
horse?"
Hilario appeared. "They got him,
senorita."
Ruth's hand went tight on Ramon's.
"Where?"
"By Las Ciebas. He had a .30-.30
Winchester rifle"
snake trouble?"
Hilario laughed slightly. "Too quick
for him. Your black man persuaded
him."
They rode single-file in the obscure
cane. 1t must have been almost an
hour.
eve have him in the old tobacco
barn on the south side," Hilario an
nounced. "There isn't any light"
"I have an electric torch"
"Well, we might as well walk now"
The tobacco barn had fallen in at
one end. Three or four cigarettes
glowed quietly together.
"Adios." nodded Ruth. She turned