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68 MOTION PICTURE Mu here is my map. The line I have traced runs north from Mazo " "Again I am desolate to inter- rup\" The men at the table whirled, and Don Arana, with a dexterous move- ment, sent the outspread map into the fire on the hearth. Gonzalo, the tool, and Lirzo, his master.in spying, stood in the doorway. Lirzo let his glance glide about the room. It fell blight- ingly on the girl shrinking into the shadows. The cruel smile straight- The door slammed open. "The gringo spy has escaped!" shouted Gonzalo. "One thousand curses on you!" snarled his master. "How—when—" "It was the horse he rode," gasped the miserable chief of police, cringing back—"that devil of a brute, Me- phisto. Like that, the Americano got his legs aroun' the horse and rode straight for i the. fearful chasm of Mazo;Jt< waVwd&ft'ti,'but, por Dios! he headed the horse for the foot-bridge, UE SKIMMED ACROSS THE YAWXIXG CHASM AND ESCAPED US ened to a snarl. He pointed to Wain- wright. "Take the gringo spy away. Be sure of him this time." "No, no!" Bonita moaned, "I can- not let you go!" The outer door clanged hollowly across her words. Lirzo came to her greedily. "You weep for the cursed gringo?" he scowled. "He shall very surely die tomorrow—unless " "Si, si?" she queried breathlessly. "Unless you promise to marry me." The fire flickered out in her eyes, leaving embers. Yet she hardly hesi- tated. "Save him," she said tone- lessly—"I will marry you." ' and while, frozen with amazement, we held our fire, he skimmed across the yawning chasm and escaped us. . He has the fear not at all, this fuerte Alvarez." Bonita clasped her hands, with a great shudder. Safe—and she was free of her hateful pledge! With a wild gesture, she pointed to the door, yawning into the night. "Go!" she cried. "And never return hither!" Lirzo obeyed. But in the doorway he turned to her a face of Threat incarnate. "He and I shall meet again," he said. "And I and you, also, my fire- cat. Adios!"