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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
there by a short cut, and you can trap him before hell have a chance to run ! ' '
She dashed around to the stable for her mustang. In a few moments she was leading the men up and down some of the roughest trails they had ever ridden over. At last Pedro's cabin was reached. The sheriff entered and look about — no sign of Pedro ! The men began to have an uneasy feeling that they had been tricked by this dove-eyed and redlipped incarnation of jealousy. They imagined that they detected a nicker of amusement and mockery dimpling her oval cheeks at unwary moments.
But she displayed as much chagrin as they upon finding Pedro's cabin deserted.
"I know one more place where he might have gone. Why, that's just where he would go ! How stupid that I didn't think of it before ! I'll take you there."
Allowing no time for questions, she was off at a gallop. By devious ways she led fhem, over one ridge and up another, until they protested bitterly.
' ' Just one more climb ! ' ' she called back encouragingly. And again they followed. They stood upon the brow of a ridge. Directly below them, a deep ravine widened out until in the distance it. merged into a plain.
"Is not this a beautiful view, senor sV she asked with a wonderful light of enjoyment quivering in her beautiful eyes. "Beyond is Mexico, senors — beyond where that last spur is. And that white streak down there is the road into Mexico!"
She leaned forward, as if watching something intently.
"Your glasses, please, senor," she said, addressing the sheriff. "Can it be that that speck below is a man on a horse?" She adjusted the glass, looked thru it steadily for a moment, then handed it back to the sheriff.
"Will you kindly look, senor, and tell me if you see the same as I do ? " she requested with deference.
The sheriff looked and saw a horseman just about to cross the line.
"Well, I suppose that's Pedro," he said, grimly.
"That is Pedro, senor/' Melita an
PEDRO, AMID SCENES OF GAIETY, YEARNS FOR MELITA