" In spite of himself
his anxiety was plain.
Jose exclaimed: "Ho! I understand. He was in your way and you're
glad to be rid of him. Well, we have no business fighting with
each other."
"Will you tell me--?"
"I'll tell you nothing, for I know nothing."
"Come! I must know."
Jose laughed insolently.
Law's face became black with sudden fury. His teeth bared
themselves. He took a step forward, crying:
"By God! You WILL tell me!" Seizing his prisoner by the throat, he
pinned him to the wall; then with his free hand he cocked
Longorio's revolver and thrust its muzzle against Jose's body.
"Tell me!" he repeated. His countenance was so distorted, his
expression so maniacal, that Jose felt his hour had come. The
latter, being in all ways Mexican, did not struggle; instead, he
squared his shoulders and, staring fearlessly into the face above
him, cried:
"Shoot!"
For a moment the two men remained so; then Dave seemed to regain
control of himself and the murder light flickered out of his eyes.
He flung his prisoner aside and cast the revolver into a corner of
the room.
Jose picked himself up, cursing his captor eloquently.
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