to see ef I could catch 'em at it," he explained.
"He is an American?" asked the boss.
"Looks like it; but he's got the heart of a greaser," replied Grayson.
"Some of Villa's men are with me, and they're a-goin' to take him to
Neither Barbara nor her father seemed to enthuse much. To them an
American was an American here in Mexico, where every hand was against
their race. That at home they might have looked with disgust upon this
same man did not alter their attitude here, that no American should take
sides against his own people. Barbara said as much to Grayson.
"Why this fellow's one of Pesita's officers," exclaimed Grayson. "He
don't deserve no sympathy from us nor from no other Americans. Pesita
has sworn to kill every American that falls into his hands, and this
fellow's with him to help him do it. He's a bad un."
"I can't help what he may do," insisted Barbara. "He's an American, and
I for one would never be a party to his death at the hands of a Mexican,
and it will mean death to him to be taken to Cuivaca."
"Well, miss," said Grayson, "you won't hev to be responsible--I'll take
all the responsibility there is and welcome. I just thought you'd like
to know we had him." He was addressing his employer. The latter nodded,
and Grayson turned and left the room. Outside he cast a sneering laugh
back over his shoulder and swung into his saddle.
In front of the men's quarters he drew rein again and shouted Eddie's
name. Shorter came to the door.
"Get your six-shooter an' a rifle, an' come on over to the office. I
want to see you a minute."
Eddie did as he was bid, and when he entered the little room he saw four
Mexicans lolling about smoking cigarettes while Grayson stood before
a chair in which sat a man with his arms tied behind his back. Grayson
turned to Eddie.
"This party here is the slick un that robbed the bank, and got away
on thet there Brazos pony thet miserable bookkeepin' dude giv him. The
sergeant here an' his men are a-goin' to take him to Cuivaca in the
mornin'. You stand guard over him 'til midnight, then they'll relieve
you. They gotta get a little sleep first, though, an' I gotta get
some supper. Don't stand fer no funny business now, Eddie," Grayson
admonished him, and was on the point of leaving the office when a
thought occurred to him. "Say, Shorter," he said, "they ain't no way
When the captain, followed by a half-dozen seamen rushed down the companionway, he found Billy sitting astride the prostrate form of the mate.Page 15
, entered and sent up his card.Page 51
For the first time in his life he was thinking of how he appeared in the eyes of another.Page 64
" The girl turned back into the shelter to gather together a handful of wraps that had been saved from the wreck.Page 80
"Oda Yorimoto still sleeps," whispered the girl.Page 107
"Lord help the deer that gets within range of this old gat of Theriere's, and you may not get even a mouthful--I'm that hungry I'll probably eat it all, hoof, hide, and horns, before ever I get any of it back here to you.Page 140
Then she rearranged her skirts and waited.Page 146
Billy removed the deputy's coat and tore it into strips.Page 157
Billy unfolded the clipping and as his eyes took in the heading a strange expression entered them--a hard, cold gleam such as had not touched them since the day that he abandoned the deputy sheriff in the woods midway between Chicago and Joliet.Page 167
It seemed incredible that so honest looking a man could be a murderer.Page 193
Anyhow until I've had a chance to see his face after I've made my report to him.Page 206
He had been sent by Pesita merely to look over the ground and the defenses of the town, that the outlaw might later ride in with his entire force and loot the bank; but Billy Byrne, out of his past experience in such matters, had evolved a much simpler plan for separating the enemy from his wealth.Page 215
Doggone it!" "I'm the one who should be peeved," spoke up the girl with a wry smile.Page 221
Barbara turned the key, withdrew it from the lock and threw it across the darkened room.Page 241
Even in the daytime she would not have been confident of following the ford--by night it would be madness to attempt it.Page 243
In his lap lay his six-shooter ready for any emergency.Page 259
I ain't thought o' nothin' else since you told me 'bout how she missed me.Page 275
The Clark boys had dismounted and were leading their ponies inside the house.Page 277
He seized her roughly in his arms.Page 279
"Which is what they will be singing about me one of these days," he commented.