Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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130 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE FIVE HUNDRED DEVILS ! " CRIED JUAN willing to pay for the capture of Juan, it was but right that Juan should return the courtesy. The girl's scheme sounded reasonable, but the gang scoffed at the possibility of her carrying it thru successfully. She stamped her foot in rage. "I can," she cried. "I will prove what I have said. I will bring the man like a lamb. I can go safely where you cannot. Juan would be captured if he set foot in the town." " Dolores speaks truth," said her father, his bright eyes flashing like his daughter's. "She can go safely where we may not. Let her do as she suggests. Let her bring the Americano here, so we may deal with him as he would deal with us. ' ' And so it was agreed. Nevertheless, there were those who remembered those first taunting words of Dolores, and feared treachery. The reward was large. Dolores might have a lover — it were best to guard against treason. Therefore, when she crossed over to Guarez that evening, Pedro stealthily followed her at a safe distance. ' ' Click-click, clackety-click ! ' ' The rhythmic music of the castanets, to the accompaniment of lighttapping feet, and the murmur of the guitar, brought every one to the cafe over at the corner whence the sounds issued. Sheriff Duncan and his deputies, just back from a long ride out over the hills, sat at one of the tables and rested after their day's journey. "What's up?" he inquired, laconically, as the habitues gradually moved nearer the music. A tall, lank cow-puncher, seated at the next table, half rose to his feet, looked over the heads of the men in front of him, and answered the question for the benefit of every one within hearing. "Lord! boys, there's a little greaser gal up there that's the slickest thing I 've seen this side o ' Montana. Watch