"The saints be praised!"
"Si! What happened? There was a shot! Did you see nothing?"
Law jerked his head in the direction of the fallen man at his
back, and Pedro uttered a loud cry.
"Look!" Father and son ran through the grass, then recoiled and
broke into a jargon of oaths and exclamations.
Law followed them with his eyes. "Is he dead?" he inquired,
coldly.
"God! Yes."
"Right in the mouth! The fellow was in hell before he realized
it."
"See! It is as we thought, Pedro; one of Lewis's! Tse! Tse! Tse!
What a sight!"
"Who is he?" queried the officer.
"Pino Garza, one of the worst!" chimed the two Guzmans.
Ricardo was dancing in his excitement. "I told you that Lewis knew
something. The other one got past me, but he rode like the devil,
and I cannot shoot like--this."
"Wait!" exclaimed Pedro. "This is beyond my understanding. I heard
but one shot from here, then after an instant my father's gun. And
yet here is a dead horse and a dead man."
"This fellow and I fired at about the same instant," Dave
explained, but even when he had related the history of the
encounter his companions could scarcely believe that such quick
shooting was possible.
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