I need your help."
Inside of ten minutes Jones piloted his automobile into the
clearing beside the river, and, leaving his motor running, leaped
from the car.
Dave met him at the door of the Morales house and briefly told him
the story of Jose's capture.
"Say! That's quick work," the rancher cried, admiringly. "Why, Ed
ain't cold yet! You gave him the 'water-cure,' eh? Now I reckoned
it would take more than water to make a Mexican talk."
"Jose was hired for the work; he laid for Ed Austin in the pecan
grove and shot him as he passed."
"Hired! Why this hombre needs quick hangin', don't he? I told 'em
at Las Palmas that you'd rounded up the guilty party, so I reckon
they'll be here in a few minutes. We'll just stretch this horse-
wrangler, and save the county some expense." Law shrugged. "Do
what you like with him, but--it isn't necessary. He'll confess in
regulation form, I'm sure. I had to work fast to learn what became
of Mrs. Austin."
"Miz Austin? What's happened to her?"
Dave's voice changed; there was a sudden quickening of his words.
"They've got her, Blaze. They waited until they had her safe
before they killed Ed.
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