"
"Maybe it will and maybe it won't," sneered Lewis. "Anyhow, I
ain't scared of tryin'. I got the guts to make a battle, even if
you haven't."
Ed Austin was greatly relieved when his unwelcome callers rode
away; as he composed himself for sleep, an hour later, he
refrained from analyzing too deeply the motives behind this forced
loan, and refused to speculate too long upon the purpose to which
it might be put. The whole occurrence was unfortunate. Ed Austin
sincerely hoped he had heard the last of it.
Jose Sanchez made use of the delay at Pueblo to institute further
inquiries regarding his missing cousin, but nowhere could he find
the slightest trace. Panfilo had set out to ride to this point and
thence to La Feria, but the last seen of him had been at the
water-hole, one day's ride from the home ranch. At that point the
earth had opened and swallowed him. If he were alive why had he
not written to his sweetheart, Rosa?
Jose swore an oath that he would learn the truth if it required
his whole lifetime, and, if it should turn out that his sainted
relative had indeed met with foul play--well! Jose told his
friends they could judge, by looking at him, the sort of man he
was.
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