they espied two Indians, carbines
in hand, standing in evident consternation because of the unexpected
fusillade of shots which they had just heard and which they were unable
to account for.
At the sight of the three the sharpshooters dropped behind cover and
fired. Billy's horse stumbled at the first report, caught himself,
reared high upon his hind legs and then toppled over, dead.
His rider, throwing himself to one side, scrambled to his feet and fired
twice at the partially concealed men. Miguel and Bridge rode in rapidly
to close quarters, firing as they came. One of the two men Pesita
had sent to assassinate his "guests" dropped his gun, clutched at his
breast, screamed, and sank back behind a clump of mesquite. The other
turned and leaped over the edge of the bank into the arroyo, rolling and
tumbling to the bottom in a cloud of dry dust.
As he rose to his feet and started on a run up the bed of the dry
stream, dodging a zigzag course from one bit of scant cover to another
Billy Byrne stepped to the edge of the washout and threw his carbine to
his shoulder. His face was flushed, his eyes sparkled, a smile lighted
his regular features.
"This is the life!" he cried, and pulled the trigger.
The man beneath him, running for his life like a frightened jackrabbit,
sprawled forward upon his face, made a single effort to rise and then
slumped limply down, forever.
Miguel and Bridge, dismounted now, came to Byrne's side. The Mexican was
"The captain is one grand fighter," he said. "How my dear general would
admire such a man as the captain. Doubtless he would make him a colonel.
Come with me Senor Capitan and your fortune is made."
"Come where?" asked Billy Byrne.
"To the camp of the liberator of poor, bleeding Mexico--to General
"Nothin' doin'," said Billy. "I'm hooked up with this Pesita person now,
an' I guess I'll stick. He's given me more of a run for my money in the
last twenty-four hours than I've had since I parted from my dear old
friend, the Lord of Yoka."
"But Senor Capitan," cried Miguel, "you do not mean to say that you are
going back to Pesita! He will shoot you down with his own hand when he
has learned what has happened here."
"I guess not," said Billy.
"You'd better go with Miguel, Billy," urged Bridge. "Pesita will not
forgive you this. You've cost him eight men today and he hasn't any
more men than he needs at best. Besides you've made a monkey of
By day they sat in the alley behind the feedstore and drank beer from a battered tin pail.Page 6
Two other men were with him.Page 9
Like a tiger Billy Byrne was after him, and dragging the man out into the center of the floor space he beat and mauled him until his victim's blood-curdling shrieks echoed through the ship from stem to stern.Page 17
The meeting broke up so suddenly that Billy had to drop to his knees to escape the observation of those within the cabin.Page 37
Bring him alive if you can--but bring him.Page 53
frightful destroyers would mean the instant annihilation of the Halfmoon and all her company, yet this was precisely what the almost unmanageable hulk was doing at the wheel under the profane direction of Skipper Simms, while Ward and Theriere with a handful of men altered the meager sail from time to time in an effort to keep the ship off the rocks for a few moments longer.Page 74
They'd killed 'em all and was eatin' of 'em when we jumps 'em.Page 76
"I don't see that we're goin' to gain nothin' by fightin' 'em," said Wison.Page 79
She had removed the man's long sword and armor before attempting to move him, and now she crouched beside the corpse with both the swords beside her--she would sell her life dearly.Page 86
her prison advancing toward the door that separated them from her.Page 100
"I could eat a dozen of dem minnows," announced the mucker, and he cast again and again, until in twenty minutes he had a goodly mess of plump, shiny trout on the grass beside him.Page 116
Billy Byrne did not for a moment believe that Anthony Harding would look with favor upon.Page 123
He would be a constant embarrassment to them all, for they would feel that they'd have to be nice to him in return for what he had done for them.Page 129
Theriere had thought him a coward, yet as he died he had said that he was the bravest man he ever had known.Page 141
" Both men laughed, skeptically.Page 152
"Want the makings?" he asked.Page 193
He looked forward with unmixed delight to his coming interview with Pesita, and to the wild, half-savage life which association with the bandit promised.Page 243
"You dear old Brazos," she whispered.Page 262
Then, one by one, they entered their huts, and silence reigned within the village.Page 276
The first streaks of daylight were piercing the heavens, the Pesitistas were rallying for a decisive charge, the hopes of the little band of besieged were at low ebb when from the west there sounded the pounding of many hoofs.