Jose Sanchez met him with a shout; the shock of their collision
overbore the lighter man, and the two went down together, arms and
legs intertwined. The horse-breaker fired his revolver blindly--a
deafening explosion inside those four walls--but he was powerless
against his antagonist's strength and ferocity. It required but a
moment for Law to master him, to wrench the weapon from his grasp,
and then, with the aid of Jose's silk neck-scarf, to bind his
wrists tightly.
From the front of the little house came the crash of a door
violently slammed as Rosa profited by the diversion to save
herself.
When finally Jose stood, panting and snarling, his back to the
wall, Dave regarded him with a sinister contraction of the lips
that was almost a grin.
"Well," he said, drawing a deep breath, "I see you didn't go to
the east pasture this morning."
"What do you want of me?" Jose managed to gasp.
There was a somewhat prolonged silence, during which Dave
continued to stare at his prisoner with that same disquieting
expression. "Why did you kill Don Eduardo?" he asked.
"I? Bah! Who says I killed him?" Jose glared defiance. "Why are
you looking at me? Come! Take me to jail, if you think that will
do any good.
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