back now," she explained. "Papa will be wondering what
has become of me."
"Yes," said Bridge, and let her go. He would have been glad to tell her
the truth; but he couldn't do that without betraying Billy. He had heard
enough to know that Francisco Villa had been so angered over the bold
looting of the bank in the face of a company of his own soldiers that
he would stop at nothing to secure the person of the thief once his
identity was known. Bridge was perfectly satisfied with the ethics of
his own act on the night of the bank robbery. He knew that the girl
would have applauded him, and that Grayson himself would have done what
Bridge did had a like emergency confronted the ranch foreman; but to
have admitted complicity in the escape of the fugitive would have been
to have exposed himself to the wrath of Villa, and at the same time
revealed the identity of the thief. "Nor," thought Bridge, "would it get
Brazos back for Barbara."
It was after dark when the vaqueros Grayson had sent to the north range
returned to the ranch. They came empty-handed and slowly for one of them
supported a wounded comrade on the saddle before him. They rode directly
to the office where Grayson and Bridge were going over some of the
business of the day, and when the former saw them his brow clouded for
he knew before he heard their story what had happened.
"Who done it?" he asked, as the men filed into the office, half carrying
the wounded man.
"Some of Pesita's followers," replied Benito.
"Did they git the steers, too?" inquired Grayson.
"Part of them--we drove off most and scattered them. We saw the Brazos
pony, too," and Benito looked from beneath heavy lashes in the direction
of the bookkeeper.
"Where?" asked Grayson.
"One of Pesita's officers rode him--an Americano. Tony and I saw this
same man in Cuivaca the night the bank was robbed, and today he was
riding the Brazos pony." Again the dark eyes turned toward Bridge.
Grayson was quick to catch the significance of the Mexican's meaning.
The more so as it was directly in line with suspicions which he himself
had been nursing since the robbery.
During the colloquy the boss entered the office. He had heard the
returning vaqueros ride into the ranch and noting that they brought no
steers with them had come to the office to hear their story. Barbara,
spurred by curiosity, accompanied her father.
"You heard what Benito says?" asked Grayson, turning toward his
The latter nodded. All eyes were
The gang was all present, and as words quickly gave place to blows, as they have a habit of doing in certain sections of the West Side, the men and boys formed a rough ring about the contestants.Page 6
Lasky returned to Robey Street.Page 12
They left him severely alone.Page 22
" "Then it can't have gained enough headway," insisted the captain, "to cause them any such immediate terror as would be indicated by the haste with which the whole ship's crew is tumbling into those boats; but as you say, sir, we'll have their story out of them in a few minutes now, so it's idle speculating beforehand.Page 71
A hurried breakfast was made on water-soaked ship's biscuit.Page 116
Somewhere within the silent village he was sure that the two prisoners lay.Page 120
As many as can have got to get back to her just as quick as the Lord'll let us.Page 124
Then he crawled on again up to the top, and staggering to his feet made his way cautiously toward the two huts.Page 140
As the man approached she saw that he was better looking than she had even dared to hope, and that there was something extremely familiar about his appearance.Page 144
Of late Chicago had aroused in Barbara Harding a greater proportion of interest than ever it had in the past, and so it was that she now permitted her eyes to wander casually down the printed column.Page 200
The hospitality of the Southwest permitted no stranger to be turned away without food and a night's lodging.Page 206
Only the sentry paced up and down the sidewalk in front.Page 214
"If they find us here together it'll merely mean that the two of us will get it, for I'll stick with you, Billy, and we can't fight off.Page 215
Bridge feels as badly about it as anyone, and I know that he couldn't help it.Page 227
The sentry seemed asleep.Page 231
Oh, say, is this the horse I let you take the night you robbed the bank?" "Yes," said Billy; "same little pony, an' a mighty well-behaved one, too.Page 250
There was a smile upon his lips which they could not see because of the distance, and which, not knowing Billy Byrne, they would not have interpreted correctly; but the revolver they did understand, and at sight of it one of them threw his carbine to his shoulder.Page 258
Farther up toward the direction in which lay the village, and halfway up the side of the bluff Billy saw what he took to be excellent shelter.Page 270
The night grew cold.Page 275
" "Where you goin?" asked one of the Clark brothers.