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In spite of her release from a trying predicament, the woman was scarcely more eager to go home than was the prisoner, for while Anto's trail led to a jail, hers led to Las Palmas, and there was little difference. These last two days in the open had been like a glimpse of freedom; for a time Alaire had almost lost the taste of bitter memories.
It was nearly dark now; only the crests of the ridges were plain against the luminous sky; in the brushy bottom of the arroyo the shadows were deep. Alaire had no wish to be left alone with the prisoner. With bridle-rein and carbine in his left hand, the Ranger halted, then, stooping for Anto's discarded cartridge-belt, he looped it over his saddle-horn.
Didn't he aim to get me at the first chance and free his compadre? That's why he wanted his Winchester. Say! I reckon he needs killin' about as much as anybody I know." "I can't understand it." Alaire sat down weakly. "One of my men, too." "This fellow behaved himself while I was gone, eh?" Law jerked his head in Anto's direction. "I was afraid he he'd try something.
Dave shot a swift, interrogatory glance at Panfilo's traveling companion, but Anto's face was stony, his black eyes were fixed upon the fire. With an abrupt gesture Law flung aside the contents of his cup and strode to Panfilo's horse, which stood dejectedly with reins hanging. "Where are you going?" Alaire rose nervously.
Law stepped into view, his Winchester in the crook of his arm. He emptied the three discarded weapons, then, walking to Anto's horse, he removed the second carbine from beneath the saddle-flap and ejected its shells into his palm. This done, he addressed the stranger. "Now, friend, who are you, and why are you riding with this fellow?" "My name is Panfilo Sanchez, señor.
It won't hurt Anto's horse to rest a bit, either. You are under arrest," he added, addressing the latter. "You understand what that means?" "Si, señor!" "I won't tie you unless " "No, señor!" Anto understood perfectly, and was grateful. "Well, then, build a fire, and you, Panfilo, lend a hand. The señora will need a cup of tea, for we three have a long ride ahead of us." No time was lost.
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