"Well," snapped Grayson, "what you gotta say fer yourself? I ben
suspectin' you right along. I knew derned well that that there Brazos
pony never run off by hisself. You an' that other crook from the States
framed this whole thing up pretty slick, didn'tcha? Well, we'll--"
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, Grayson," interrupted the boss. "Give
Mr. Bridge a chance to explain. You're making a rather serious
charge against him without any particularly strong proof to back your
"Oh, that's all right," exclaimed Bridge, with a smile. "I have known
that Mr. Grayson suspected me of implication in the robbery; but who can
blame him--a man who can't ride might be guilty of almost anything."
Grayson sniffed. Barbara took a step nearer Bridge. She had been ready
to doubt him herself only an hour or so ago; but that was before he had
been accused. Now that she found others arrayed against him her impulse
was to come to his defense.
"You didn't do it, did you, Mr. Bridge?" Her tone was almost pleading.
"If you mean robbing the bank," he replied; "I did not, Miss Barbara. I
knew no more about it until after it was over than Benito or Tony--in
fact they were the ones who discovered it while I was still asleep in my
room above the bank."
"Well, how did the robber git thet there Brazos pony then?" demanded
Grayson savagely. "Thet's what I want to know."
"You'll have to ask him, Mr. Grayson," replied Bridge.
"Villa'll ask him, when he gits holt of him," snapped Grayson; "but I
reckon he'll git all the information out of you thet he wants first.
He'll be in Cuivaca tomorrer, an' so will you."
"You mean that you are going to turn me over to General Villa?" asked
Bridge. "You are going to turn an American over to that butcher knowing
that he'll be shot inside of twenty-four hours?"
"Shootin's too damned good fer a horse thief," replied Grayson.
Barbara turned impulsively toward her father. "You won't let Mr. Grayson
do that?" she asked.
"Mr. Grayson knows best how to handle such an affair as this, Barbara,"
replied her father. "He is my superintendent, and I have made it a point
never to interfere with him."
"You will let Mr. Bridge be shot without making an effort to save him?"
"We do not know that he will be shot," replied the ranch owner. "If
he is innocent there is no reason why he should be punished. If he is
guilty of implication in the Cuivaca bank robbery he deserves, according
to the rules
But it was all over in a second.Page 14
The four men ran rapidly toward her.Page 20
"Captain," said Barney, stepping closer to the officer, "there has been a mistake in identity here.Page 24
" Maenck smiled.Page 30
"Joseph, who do you think I am?" asked Barney.Page 43
"Get out of here, you!" he growled.Page 57
to the office of the medical director and obtained a leave of absence for twenty-four hours.Page 73
At the same instant Maenck, seeing that Stein was being worsted by the American, rushed in upon the latter, and thus relieved, the rat-faced doctor was enabled to swing a heavy cut at Barney which struck him a glancing blow upon the head, sending him stunned and bleeding to the sward.Page 95
All night they rode, stopping at daylight before a distant farm to feed and water their mounts and snatch a mouthful for themselves.Page 102
In the meantime he would communicate with Butzow, who might be able to obtain passes for him to some village nearer the Luthanian frontier, when it should be an easy matter to cross through to Serbia.Page 120
Stooping, he moved cautiously away from the river.Page 124
He had left his gun in the shed for he noticed.Page 162
It was empty.Page 163
Bernard Custer, and an order requiring that he be furnished with money and set at liberty at dawn.Page 171
She will tell you that I have aided her to escape and that I have accorded her only such treatment as a woman has a right to expect from a king.Page 180
Their artillery was captured, retreat cut off.Page 182
She was weighing the problematical value of an attempt to enlist the king in the cause of the American.Page 193
" Barney scowled.Page 198
He waited impatiently a reply to his summons, tapping his finger-tips against the sword-scabbard that was belted to his side.Page 207
He must have a horse, and a horse he would have if he had to fight his way through a Blentz army.