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Updated: May 14, 2025
The success of the revolution, which resulted in the presidency of Alvaro Obregon, made popular a movement against the bandits which have flourished so long in Mexico. The case of Angel Gonzales was handled early one morning by a firing squad in the courtyard of Juan Pachuca's country residence.
"Ten years of revolution they do not improve a country." Polly did not reply. She peeped out of her collar and saw that Pachuca's prophecy was fulfilled. They had ridden out of the area of the sand-storm and were getting into the foothills where the air was cold and clear.
With another chuckle, the young Mexican bent over the wheel and whirled down the road toward freedom. Marc Scott was slow in falling asleep on the night of Pachuca's escape. He was in the habit of rolling over a few times and losing himself; but on this particular night he was tormented by half a dozen ugly little worries.
"Do they ever forget themselves so far as to allow themselves a love affair on a silver night when " "No, they do not," said Polly, half severely and half amused. It was difficult to take Juan Pachuca's rudeness seriously and yet oh, why had she come? "Not a desperate, hot-headed love affair such as pleases the young ladies of my country," he pursued, seizing the hand so near him.
"To see the boss get his throat cut," was the reply. "Pachuca's got the money, the guns and the girl; it don't seem very good sense to hand him the whole office force but if the boss says so, here goes."
Gonzales was at the head of a small band which he was quite willing to consolidate with Pachuca's men, and they had agreed to meet and discuss ways and means. It was toward this rendezvous that Pachuca had been journeying when he stopped to raid the Athens mining camp. To be stopped at such a time was not to be endured. Pachuca looked around the small room angrily. He looked out of the window.
Thus it was that Marc Scott's first acquaintance with Polly Street came as he pulled the excited team to its haunches within a few feet of the automobile, and she, holding Juan Pachuca's torch, jumped to her feet and faced him. "Oh!" she cried, eagerly, "is that you, Bob?" Then, seeing more clearly, "I beg your pardon!
For Pachuca's arm had slid itself deftly around her and was drawing her toward him, gently, but with an exceeding firmness, while the dancing dark eyes continued to laugh into hers. "There, see what you've done!" The big car had given a most unwieldy lurch, wedged a tire in a rut, bounced a couple of times, and stopped providentially on the edge of the deep gully that fringed the road.
Before she could get her breath they struck her again and again; sharp, vindictive, piercing little particles they were. She shut her eyes and put her hands to her bare throat to protect it. Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm and Juan Pachuca's voice said: "Keep them shut and let me lead you. I told you what sand-storms were you'd better have taken the goggles."
There was an ugly look in his eyes and Polly clutched her weapon tightly. She tried to keep her voice steady but it quavered desperately. "If you try to do anything mean upset the car or anything like that, I'm going to fire I certainly will as sure as I'm red-headed." The car sped on. Suddenly Pachuca's shoulders began to shake. He turned a laughing face toward Polly.
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