Law regrets it deeply. He would have
made a report to the authorities, only--he feared it might
embarrass me. He will repeat to you all that I have said, and he
is ready to meet the consequences."
Jose was torn with rage, yet plainly a prey to indecision; he
rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. "These Rangers!" he
muttered. "That is the kind of men they are. They murder honest
people."
"This was not murder," Alaire cried, sharply. "Panfilo was aiding
a felon to escape. The courts will not punish Mr. Law."
"Bah! Who cares for the courts? This man is a Gringo, and these
are Gringo laws. But I am Mexican, and Panfilo was my cousin. We
shall see."
Alaire's eyes darkened. "Don't be rash, Jose," she exclaimed,
warningly. "Mr. Law bears you no ill-will, but--he is a dangerous
man. You would do well to make some inquiries about him. You are a
good man; you have a long life before you." Reading the fellow's
black look, she argued: "You think I am taking his part because he
is my countryman, but he needs no one to defend him. He will make
this whole story public and face the consequences. I like you, and
I don't wish to see you come to a worse end than your cousin
Panfilo.
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