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"We shall soon see how bravely the señor dies. Ready!" The rifle mechanisms clattered sharply. Then the captain turned to his victim, an insolent smile on his cruel features. "Will the señor have his eyes bandaged? Blindfolded, yes?" Kid Wolf returned the smile. "Yes," he replied quietly. "Maybe yo' better blindfold me." Hermosillo laughed tauntingly and turned to wink at his men.
The Casa Marian Para will probably be remembered in Hermosillo by old-timers now in fact, I have my doubts that it is not still standing. It was the chief stopping-house in Sonora at that time.
This was the moment he had been waiting for! That handkerchief was a necessary cog in his carefully laid plans. Captain Hermosillo was soon to learn just how cowardly this young Texan was. And the surprise was not going to be pleasant. Kid Wolf's hole card was a big bowie knife the same weapon that had played such havoc at the Alamo.
He pushed the captain just far enough away for him to be in good hitting range. Then he lashed out at him with his hard fist, catching the fear-crazed officer directly on the point of the jaw. Many pounds of lean muscle were behind the blow, and Hermosillo landed ten feet away in a cloud of dust. The Texan lost no time in whirling on his feet and sprinting for the corner of the building.
Not a trace had been discovered of the fugitive, Captain Nevins, and such suspicious characters as Blake had overhauled were long since released for lack of evidence. Sancho held the fort as imperturbably as ever. The "family of my brother" were reported gone to Hermosillo.
I was, in fact, if a few odd dollars are excepted, broke, and work was a prime necessity. Fortunately, jobs were at that time not very hard to find. There was at that time in Hermosillo a house named the Casa Marian Para, kept by one who styled himself William Taft.
"Throw down yo' rifles and back away from 'em!" Kid Wolfe called to the soldiers. "Pronto! Or I'll kill yo' captain!" Hermosillo gave an agonized yell of fear. In a voice of quaking terror, he ordered his men to do what Kid Wolf had commanded them. His breath was coming in wheezing gasps.
It was his day of revenge! The captain could not conceal his joy at this chance to square things with his enemy for good and all. He did not try to. His laugh was sneering and amused. "And to think it will be me Captain Hermosillo who will say the word to fire!" He turned to his soldiers in high good humor and waved his sword. "At twenty paces," he ordered.
The names of all of these two classes, which are sixteen in all, are Hermosillo, San Javier, Subiate, Vayoreca, Alamas, Babicanara, Batuco, La Alameda, Rio Chico, El Aguaja, Aigame, El Luaque, Saguaripa, La Trinidad, San Antonio, and El Zoni.
And one reason why the "he" referred to was not going on this ship was that the sisters Nevins and Allyn had "booked" their passage nearly two weeks before, it being useless to remain longer on the Pacific coast in hopes of finding the fugitive husband, for the consul at Guaymas was authorized to report the death at Hermosillo, "through wounds and exposure, of the gallant but unfortunate captain, whose mind must have given way under his accumulation of troubles."
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