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Bridge was upon the point of saying that he had seen him and that he had ridden north, when it occurred to him that a thousand dollars even a thousand dollars Mex was a great deal of money, and that it would carry both himself and Billy to Rio and leave something for pleasure beside. Then up spoke a tall, thin man with the skin of a coffee bean. "I saw him, Senor Capitan," he cried.
"It's not far ahead; the ponies sniff water. Did you ever see anything more dismal and desolate?" "Blamed if I see how even a Mex can run cattle through here." "They know the trails, and the water-holes ah! there's a bunch o' green ahead; that'll likely be Badger Springs."
Then lose, lose, keep on losing. Didn't know half the time what I was doing. To-day my settle up; no can pay office. A thousand dollars out! Lord! All same two thousand Mex', Tsang!" An invisible calculation was made on the end of the steamer trunk by a long, pointed, fingernail, but no change of expression crossed the yellow face. For an incalculable time Tsang sat, lost in thought.
"What do you care what I do, Mex?" he snarled. "And as for you two Hunky Kuzaks you oversized bulldozers how about weight limits for blastoff? Damn I don't care how big you are!" In mounting rage, he was about to lash out with his fists, even at the two watchful football men. But then he looked surprised. With a terrible effort, he bottled up even his furious words.
I want to say to you, Abe, and you, Sott, and you over there smoking your pipe, you raw recruit I've got in my pocket, what will bring the brigadier to terms. Bet your souls on it! Bet your black hair, Mex! Say, you raw recruit, where's your pal? Where's the feller you said wanted to join us? Open you jaws!" "He is down on the boat," said the sullen man, rising and emptying his pipe.
Mechanically he deposited a primed pistol under his blanket, ready to hand. Soon he was snoring. An hour went by. The new recruit had not returned. Mex scarcely kept her eyes open where she crouched, Indian fashion, on a buffalo robe, behind the bar. Nine Eyes had bolted the outer door before retiring.
In other words, no strong-arm work; do you understand?" The man mumbled and growled something. "Nonsense, Mex," interrupted Krafft sharply. "Do as I say. "It's a matter of a tidy sum," blurted out Mex at last. Krafft laughed. "You see, you were already marked for the slaughter," he told Keith; then to Mex: "Well, you let him alone; he's my friend." "All right, if you say so," growled the man.
I suspected her of having had some information from the old man, and, in order to find out, I gave her the price of the five chickens, which I agreed to take, in the old "Mex" media-pesetas. Then there was an explosion. She reached for her precious chickens and broke that bargain then and there. Her chickens would sell for ten cents gold, but for no media-peseta.
With difficulty Mex turned the man upon his back. A while he lay still. His breathing was labored and he twitched convulsively. The entire nervous system was suddenly depressed. Mex stood motionless beside the pallet, her eyes riveted upon him. Presently his livid lips opened, and he spoke gaspingly, "I'm done for." His hand fumbled about his heart. He was falling into syncope.
I'm stuck here, sick and hungry I ain't et a mouthful since last night, and then I only had a dish of sour beans that damn' Mex. hussy handed out to me through a window! Me, Bland Halliday, a flyer that has made his hundreds doing exhibition work; that has had his picture on the front page of big city papers, and folks followin' him down the street just to get a look at him!
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