Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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DIEGO UTTERED A CRY OF PAIN AS AN IRON GRIP CLOSED OVER HIS SLENDER WRIST. haps it would be too late to see her alive, but she was calling for him and they knew that he would come. He glanced at the clock. It was eleven. There was no time to go up to the claim and tell Harper. There was time only to throw a few things in a grip and hurry to the Grub Stake to take the stage for the railroad. On the back of a flour-sack he wrote a brief note for Harper, explaining the situation, and promising to return as soon as possible. "I don't need the dust," he added. "We will divide when I get back." He left this and the telegram on the table where Harper would be sure to see it, and he never 'noticed "Greasy Diego" peering through the window. The Mexican had seen Harper going toward the claim alone, and thought his chance had come to be revenged upon the man who had humiliated him. Something he guessed from the message and the actions that followed, and now a new scheme of revenge suggested itself. As soon as Denton left the shack he slipped thru the lightly latched door and made a rapid survey of the room. It did not take him long to locate the loose bricks in the chimney that marked the hiding place, and he paused only long enough to destroy the note and telegram and leave in its place another that read : "I'm tired of the country and I'm taking the dust. You can have the mine to get more from. ' ' Diego, unlike many of his class, could write well, and it was not the first time that he had forged the writing of others. The note would have puzzled Denton himself, and it completely deceived Harper when he tired of waiting for his lunch and returned to the shack. "My pal," he moaned as he sank into a chair. "He could have had the doggone dust, if he wanted, if he only had asked, but to do me dirt like this when I trusted him ! ' '