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ACROSS THE MEXICAN BORDER.
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DON JOSE PEOVED NO MATCH FOR THE AMERICAN.
flung open and Jose rushed into the room, expecting to find his victim dead. Disappointed, he turned to the window but Rosa was quicker than he. She grasped him by the arm that held the revolver. She clung upon him like a weight of iron. He could not reach the window and with each moment he knew his rival was escaping. As Santiago staggered into the room Jose thrust the girl into her father's arms and dashed off in pursuit of the man he now hated with all a Mexican's vindictive nature.
At the saloon where Wilson, the cavalryman, and others, were still in the game, Jack laughingly referred to the rent in his sleeve and recounted the chain of events which led up to the shooting.
The gambler, tired of the play, rose from the table and Jack slipped into his seat.
"Guess I'll get in on this game, for a little while," he remarked, laughingly, "just to keep my hand in and see that you fellows don't get into a scrap."
"Dead-shot Harry" was the man
who had risen from the table. He lounged over to the bar and called for a drink. Suddenly he turned. Jose had entered unobserved and stood in the open doorway. "Dead-shot Harry" took in the situation at a glance .
"Look out, Barton ! The Greaser's going to plug you."
As the warning was shouted, the ranger quickly covered the man in the doorway with his revolver. No other hand than his would have been quick enough to prevent a tragedy. Instantly every man in the room was on his feet. The Mexican made no attempt to conceal his purpose. If the sneering American would come outside, he would fight him, he insisted.
Jack laughed.
"Oh, go home," he exclaimed. "I don't want to kill you. If we went outside you would be dead in two minutes."
With a cry of rage the vaquero sprang upon him, striving in vain to plunge his knife into the American. The struggle lasted but a moment. Jose was no match for his tall rival.