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Gunsight Pass: How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West

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by William MacLeod Raine


  CHAPTER XLIII

  JUAN OTERO IS CONSCRIPTED

  Crawford and Sanders rode rapidly toward Malapi. They stopped severaltimes to examine places where they thought it possible Otero might haveleft the road, but they looked without expectation of any success.They did not even know that the Mexican had started in this direction. Assoon as he reached the suburbs, he might have cut back across the plainand followed an entirely different line of travel.

  Several miles from town Sanders pulled up. "I'm going back for a coupleof miles. Bob was telling me of a Mexican tendejon in the hills kept bythe father of a girl Otero goes to see. She might know where he is. If Ican get hold of him likely I can make him talk."

  This struck Crawford as rather a wild-goose chase, but he had nothingbetter to offer himself in the way of a plan.

  "Might as well," he said gloomily. "I don't reckon you'll find him. Butyou never can tell. Offer the girl a big reward if she'll tell whereDoble is. I'll hustle to town and send out posses."

  They separated. Dave rode back up the road, swung off at the place Harthad told him of, and turned up a valley which pushed to the roots of thehills. The tendejon was a long, flat-roofed adobe building close to thetrail.

  Dave walked through the open door into the bar-room. Two or three menwere lounging at a table. Behind a counter a brown-eyed Mexican girl wasrinsing glasses in a pail of water.

  The young man sauntered forward to the counter. He invited the company todrink with him.

  "I'm looking for Juan Otero," he said presently. "Mr. Crawford wanted meto see him about riding for him."

  There was a moment's silence. All of those present were Mexicans exceptDave. The girl flashed a warning look at her countrymen. That look,Sanders guessed at once, would seal the lips of all of them. At once hechanged his tactics. What information he got would have to come directlythrough the girl. He signaled her to join him outside.

  Presently she did so. The girl was a dusky young beauty, plump as apartridge, with the soft-eyed charm of her age and race.

  "The senor wants to see me?" she asked.

  Her glance held a flash of mockery. She had seen many dirty,poverty-stricken mavericks of humanity, but never a more batteredspecimen than this gaunt, hollow-eyed tramp, black as a coal-heaver,whose flesh showed grimy with livid wounds through the shreds of hisclothing. But beneath his steady look the derision died. Tattered hiscoat and trousers might be. At least he was a prince in adversity. Thehead on the splendid shoulders was still finely poised. He gave animpression of indomitable strength.

  "I want Juan Otero," he said.

  "To ride for Senor Crawford." Her white teeth flashed and she lifted herpretty shoulders in a shrug of mock regret. "Too bad he is not here. Someother day--"

  "--will not do. I want him now."

  "But I have not got him hid."

  "Where is he? I don't want to harm him, but I must know. He took JoyceCrawford into the hills last night to Dug Doble--pretended her father hadbeen hurt and he had been sent to lead her to him. I must save her--fromDoble, not from Otero. Help me. I will give you money--a hundred dollars,two hundred."

  She stared at him. "Did Juan do that?" she murmured.

  "Yes. You know Doble. He's a devil. I must find him ... soon."

  "Juan has not been here for two days. I do not know where he is."

  The dust of a moving horse was traveling toward them from the hills. AMexican pulled up and swung from the saddle. The girl called a greetingto him quickly before he could speak. "Buenos dios, Manuel. My fatheris within, Manuel."

  The man looked at her a moment, murmured "Buenos, Bonita," and took astep as though to enter the house.

  Dave barred the way. The flash of apprehension in Bonita's face, herunnecessary repetition of the name, the man's questioning look at her,told Sanders that this was the person he wanted.

  "Just a minute, Otero. Where did you leave Miss Crawford?"

  The Mexican's eyes contracted. To give himself time he fell again intothe device of pretending that he did not understand English. Dave spokein Spanish. The loafers in the bar-room came out to listen.

  "I do not know what you mean."

  "Don't lie to me. Where is she?"

  The keeper of the tendejon asked a suave question. He, too, talked inSpanish. "Who are you, senor? A deputy sheriff, perhaps?"

  "No. My name is Dave Sanders. I'm Emerson Crawford's friend. If Juan willhelp me save the girl he'll get off light and perhaps make some money.I'll stand by him. But if he won't, I'll drag him back to Malapi and givehim to a mob."

  The sound of his name was a potent weapon. His fame had spread likewildfire through the hills since his return from Colorado. He had scoredvictory after victory against bad men without firing a gun. He had madethe redoubtable Dug Doble an object of jeers and had driven him to thehills as an outlaw. Dave was unarmed. They could see that. But his quietconfidence was impressive. If he said he would take Juan to Malapi withhim, none of them doubted he would do it. Had he not dragged Miller backto justice--Miller who was a killer of unsavory reputation?

  Otero wished he had not come just now to see Bonita, but he stuckdoggedly to his statement. He knew nothing about it, nothing at all.

  "Crawford is sending out a dozen posses. They will close the passes.Doble will be caught. They will kill him like a wolf. Then they will killyou. If they don't find him, they will kill you anyhow."

  Dave spoke evenly, without raising his voice. Somehow he made what hesaid seem as inevitable as fate.

  Bonita caught her lover by the arm and shoulder. She was afraid, and herconscience troubled her vicariously for his wrongdoing.

  "Why did you do it, Juan?" she begged of him.

  "He said she wanted to come, that she would marry him if she had achance. He said her father kept her from him," the man pleaded. "I didn'tknow he was going to harm her."

  "Where is he? Take me to him, quick," said Sanders, relapsing intoEnglish.

  "Si, senor. At once," agreed Otero, thoroughly frightened.

  "I want a six-shooter. Some one lend me one."

  None of them carried one, but Bonita ran into the house and brought backa small bulldog. Dave looked it over without enthusiasm. It was a prettypoor concern to take against a man who carried two forty-fives and knewhow to use them. But he thrust it into his pocket and swung to thesaddle. It was quite possible he might be killed by Doble, but he had aconviction that the outlaw had come to the end of the passage. He wasgoing to do justice on the man once for all. He regarded this as acertainty.

 

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