Part 23 (2/2)

”This Ricardo Guzman is the cause of it all. He is a bad man.”

”No doubt of that,” Lewis agreed. ”He's got more enemies than I have.

If he was out of the way there wouldn't be nothin' to this case, and the country'd be a heap better off, too.”

”What about that other witness?” Ed queried.

”If Ricardo were gone--if something should happen to him”--Urbina's wicked face darkened--”there would be no other witness. I would see to that.”

The color receded from Ed Austin's purple cheeks, and he rose abruptly.

”This is getting too strong for me,” he cried. ”I won't listen to this sort of talk. I won't be implicated in any such doings.”

”n.o.body's goin' to implicate you,” Tad told him. ”Adolfo wants to keep you out of trouble. There's plenty of people on both sides of the river that don't like Guzman any better'n we do. Me an' Adolfo was talkin' it over on the way up.”

”Well, you can talk it over some more, but I'm going for a drink,” Ed declared, and left the room, nervously mopping his face. He knew only too well the character of his two visitors; he had learned much about Tad Lewis during the past few months, and, as for the Mexican, he thought the fellow capable of any crime. At this moment Ed bitterly regretted his acquaintance with these neighbors, for both men knew more about his affairs than he cared to have made public. He was angry and resentful at Tad for taking sides against him, and more than a little fearful of Adolfo's enmity if he refused a.s.sistance. The owner of Las Palmas still retained a shred of self-respect, a remnant of pride in his name; he did not consider himself a bad man. He was determined now to escape from this situation without loss of credit, no matter what the price--if escape were possible--and he vowed earnestly to himself that hereafter he would take ample pains never to become similarly involved.

Austin remained out of the room for some time; when he returned his visitors appeared to have reached some determination.

”I reckon we can fix things if you'll help,” Lewis announced.

”And that's just what I won't do,” Ed impatiently declared. ”Do you think I'm going to be tangled up in a--murder? I've got nothing against Don Ricardo.”

”Who said anything about murder? Things ain't like they was when your father owned Las Palmas; he done his share of killin', but nowadays there's too dam' much law layin' around loose. All you've got to do is give me about a thousand dollars.”

”What for?” Ed asked, suspiciously.

”So's we can handle ourselves. It's up to you to do something, ain't it?”

Austin demurred. ”I haven't that much that I can lay hands on,” he said, sullenly. ”I'm broke. And, anyhow, I don't see what good it'll do.”

”You better dig it up, somehow, just for your own sake.”

The two men eyed each other for a moment; then Austin mumbled something about his willingness to try, and left the room for a second time. The money which Alaire kept on hand for current expenses was locked in her safe, but he knew the combination.

It was with an air of resignation, with a childish, half-hearted protest, that he counted out the desired amount into Lewis's hand, salving his conscience with the statement: ”I'm doing this to help Adolfo out of his trouble, understand? I hope it'll enable you to square things.”

”Maybe it will and maybe it won't,” sneered Lewis. ”Anyhow, I ain't scared of tryin'. I got the guts to make a battle, even if you haven't.”

Ed Austin was greatly relieved when his unwelcome callers rode away; as he composed himself for sleep, an hour later, he refrained from a.n.a.lyzing too deeply the motives behind this forced loan, and refused to speculate too long upon the purpose to which it might be put. The whole occurrence was unfortunate. Ed Austin sincerely hoped he had heard the last of it.

Jose Sanchez made use of the delay at Pueblo to inst.i.tute further inquiries regarding his missing cousin, but nowhere could he find the slightest trace. Panfilo had set out to ride to this point and thence to La Feria, but the last seen of him had been at the water-hole, one day's ride from the home ranch. At that point the earth had opened and swallowed him. If he were alive why had he not written to his sweetheart, Rosa?

Jose swore an oath that he would learn the truth if it required his whole lifetime, and, if it should turn out that his sainted relative had indeed met with foul play--well! Jose told his friends they could judge, by looking at him, the sort of man he was. He proudly displayed Longorio's revolver, and called it his cousin's little avenger. The weapon had slain many; it had a duty still to perform, so he said.

Jose intended to confide his purpose to Mrs. Austin, but when it came time to start for Las Palmas there was a fourth pa.s.senger in the automobile, and he was obliged to hold his tongue for the moment.

A motor trip along the lower Rio Grande would prove a novel and not altogether agreeable experience to the average automobilist, for there are few improved roads and the rest offer many difficulties, not the least of which are frequent fords, some deep, some shallow. So it was that Alaire considered it necessary to make an early start.

In spite of the unhealthy fancies that Dave Law had taken to bed with him, he arose this morning in fine spirits and with a determination to put in a happy day. Alaire, too, was in good humor and expressed her relief at escaping from everything Mexican.

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