the house when Bridge lunged forward
from his saddle. The Clark boys had dismounted and were leading their
ponies inside the house. Billy alone noted the wounding of his friend.
Without an instant's hesitation he slipped from his saddle, ran back
to where Bridge lay and lifted him in his arms. Bullets were pattering
thick about them. A horseman far in advance of his fellows galloped
forward with drawn saber to cut down the gringos.
Billy, casting an occasional glance behind, saw the danger in time to
meet it--just, in fact, as the weapon was cutting through the air toward
his head. Dropping Bridge and dodging to one side he managed to escape
the cut, and before the swordsman could recover Billy had leaped to his
pony's side and seizing the rider about the waist dragged him to the
"Rozales!" he exclaimed, and struck the man as he had never struck
another in all his life, with the full force of his mighty muscles
backed by his great weight, with clenched fist full in the face.
There was a spurting of blood and a splintering of bone, and Captain
Guillermo Rozales sank senseless to the ground, his career of crime and
rapine ended forever.
Again Billy lifted Bridge in his arms and this time he succeeded in
reaching the ranchhouse without opposition though a little crimson
stream trickled down his left arm to drop upon the face of his friend as
he deposited Bridge upon the floor of the house.
All night the Pesitistas circled the lone ranchhouse. All night they
poured their volleys into the adobe walls and through the barricaded
windows. All night the little band of defenders fought gallantly for
their lives; but as day approached the futility of their endeavors was
borne in upon them, for of the nine one was dead and three wounded, and
the numbers of their assailants seemed undiminished.
Billy Byrne had been lying all night upon his stomach before a window
firing out into the darkness at the dim forms which occasionally showed
against the dull, dead background of the moonless desert.
Presently he leaped to his feet and crossed the floor to the room in
which the horses had been placed.
"Everybody fire toward the rear of the house as fast as they can," said
Billy. "I want a clear space for my getaway."
"Where you goin?" asked one of the Clark brothers.
"North," replied Billy, "after some of Funston's men on the border."
"But they won't cross," said Mr. Harding. "Washington won't let them."
"They gotta," snapped Billy Byrne, "an' they will when they know there's
You are walking right up the middle of it!" She saw his face flush, and then he turned laughing eyes upon her.Page 14
A little stream of blood trickled from a wound in the forehead.Page 34
They could feel it tighten beneath the girl's arms.Page 44
"I don't miss," he said, and then: "You're certainly a game one.Page 45
"God forgive me!" murmured the youth.Page 58
Barney was still lost in thought, his eyes bent forward, when at a sudden turning of the road he came face to face with a troop of horse that were entering the main highway at this point from an unfrequented byroad.Page 68
"It is because I am an American.Page 79
The American, a half-smile upon his face, turned toward the men of Peter who had come to denounce him.Page 90
"I cannot understand what has happened, even now, your majesty," the old man was saying.Page 92
Butzow's lips almost showed the contempt that he felt for the ingratitude of his king.Page 101
At the hotel Barney inquired of the proprietor relative to a bearded stranger, but the man had had no one of that description registered.Page 105
"What's the matter?" persisted Maenck.Page 106
"The room is empty," came a voice from above him.Page 110
At one end of the hall a stairway led to the floor below, while at the opposite end another flight disappeared into the darkness above.Page 148
She might refuse to wed the king; but that she should ever wed another while the king lived was impossible, unless Leopold saw fit to release her from her betrothal to him and sanction her marriage to another.Page 154
"I am becoming perfectly bloodthirsty," she said, "but it makes me furious to be hunted like a wild animal in my native land, and by the command of my king, at that.Page 160
He measured the distance between himself and the king.Page 177
They made a line for him and his staff to ride through.Page 188
Then silence came, broken only by the rapid footsteps of a soldier hastening from the gate to the castle.