"I won't be dragged
into the thing. You've no business rustling stock, anyhow. You
don't have to."
Urbina exhaled a lungful of cigarette smoke and inquired, "You
won't help me, eh?"
"No, I won't."
"Very well! If I go to prison you shall go, too. I shall tell all
I know and we shall be companions, you and I."
Austin's temper rose at the threat. "Bah!" he cried,
contemptuously. "There's nothing against me except running arms,
and the embargo is off now. It's a joke, anyhow. Nobody was ever
convicted, even when the embargo was in effect. Why, the
government winks at anybody who helps the Rebels."
"Oh, that is nothing!" Urbina agreed; "but you would not wish to
be called a cattle thief, eh?"
"What d'you mean?"
"You knew that the stealing went on."
"Huh! I should say I did. Haven't I lost a lot of horses?"
Lewis interposed, impatiently: "Say! Suppose Adolfo tells what he
knows about them horses? Suppose he tells how you framed it to
have your own stock run across, on shares, so's you could get more
money to go hifalutin' around San Antone without your wife knowing
it? I reckon you wouldn't care to have that get out."
"You can't prove it," growled "Young Ed.
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