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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
tered one of the Mexican saloons. A Mexican saloon is no place for a man to fall a-dreaming, but that was just what Jack did as he leaned idly against the bar, a fact which Don Jose quickly noted. With a grin of delight, he whispered a few words in the ear of the villainous Tony, and that worthy sidled softly, and with apparent carelessness, to within arm's reach of the unconscious Jack. With a deft movement the Mexican drew the other's revolver from its open holster, opened the breech, threw the cartridges from the cylinder, and returned the weapon to its place. A few seconds later, Jack started, became aware of his surroundings, and left the place. As he walked away, he failed to see Juanita, who approached from the opposite direction. With a quickened pulse, the girl moved as tho to follow him, then paused.
"No, I will let him go his way. I was mad to cherish such a dream. What am I that he should even remember me? I will try not to think
of him," she whispered, and entered the saloon.
As she played and sang within, Juanita suddenly became aware of the presence of Don Jose, and would have retreated had she not realized that the Mexican was too deeply engrossed in his conversation with Tony even to be conscious of her singing. Then her sharp ears caught a few of the whispered words and she moved cautiously nearer. What she heard sent the blood in a sudden rush back to her heart, but her fingers continued, mechanically, to shower silver notes from the guitar. Presently the two men arose and left the room, Don Jose giving her a preoccupied glance as he passed.
"Oh, Mary, Holy One, help me!" the girl prayed, and her eyes turned desperately from side to side, tho her music rippled on unbrokenly. Within reach, on the end of the bar, lay a revolver, and she moved near it. When the bartender's back was turned she stretched out a swift hand, and the next instant the weapon was
go!" juanita ordered