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San Gabriel (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
tack him face to face, but hiding in his path, spying out his comings and goings, and crying to the bolder hunters, till he found his opportunity of dragging him to a felon's cell. Guided by Leiva's messages, Rowland was often in his track and always on his trail. Not once but many times, the brigand had to crouch in the bush, and let the fierce pursuit sweep on. Nimble as a cantamount, Vasquez could climb into a tree or creep into a hole. One day, while he was flying up a hill near San Gabriel, followed by Rowland and a dozen rangers, he met John Osborne, Charley Miles, and two other citizens of Los Angeles driving in a stylish team. Halt there! cried Vasquez. Osborne, not knowing who the man was, began to laugh, and shaking his rein, drove his horses on three of the gang who happened to be riding behind their chief. Vasquez put up his rifle, Out with your money; quick! A dozen men are coming up. Osborne declared that he had no money. Then I'll take a watch, sa
California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
ind, I'll take them both. Good-bye! Unable to ride the brigand down, Rowland, acting on Leiva's hints, affected to renounce the chase. Vasquez believed the storm gone by. His scouts were near the sheriff of Los Angeles day and night, and finding that he sat in his office, carelessly smoking his cigar, and chatting lazily with anyone who called, the scouts imagined that Sheriff Rowland had given up the game, and that the mystery of Tres Pinos, like so many other mysteries of crime in California, was a thing of the past. Ten miles from Los Angeles, at the foot of a ridge of hills, stands the lonely ranch belonging to Greek George-Jorge el Griego — which Vasquez made his lair. Windows command the two approaches to his house. A look-out sweeps his line of road. A dozen trails, unknown to strangers, lead into the hills, in which are many clumps and caves. It is a station to defy surprise. Greek George was in Los Angeles, watching the Sheriffs movements, and reporting to his c
Santa Clara (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
raptures due to his great deed. Rosalia's rapture was the ruin of his gang. Tipsy with love and joy, the brigand's mistress was so indiscreet in her caresses that her husband's eyes were opened. Leiva began to watch his cousin and his wife. In going from San Embro to Rock Creek, he saw enough to satisfy him that his wife was false. He spake no word, but, like a hybrid cur, skulked about Rock Creek, living with his false wife and false friend, until he heard that Adams, sheriff of Santa Clara, and Rowland, sheriff of Los Angeles, were in the field, scouring the country in pursuit of the assassins. Then he slipped away unseen, riding from point to point, ready to give himself up, and, on a promise of blood-money, to lead the rangers straight into the robber's lair. On finding his lieutenant gone, Vasquez put Rosalia on a mule, and bore her to a place of safety near Elizabeth Lake. Thence he rode back to Rock Creek, the camp where he had stalled his horses and concealed hi
Los Angeles (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
eard that Adams, sheriff of Santa Clara, and Rowland, sheriff of Los Angeles, were in the field, scouring the country in pursuit of the assas in her lover's camp, scouts brought in news that the rangers of Los Angeles were coming up the creek, riding in fiery haste and overpowerings, he met John Osborne, Charley Miles, and two other citizens of Los Angeles driving in a stylish team. Halt there! cried Vasquez. Osborn believed the storm gone by. His scouts were near the sheriff of Los Angeles day and night, and finding that he sat in his office, carelessly crime in California, was a thing of the past. Ten miles from Los Angeles, at the foot of a ridge of hills, stands the lonely ranch belongd caves. It is a station to defy surprise. Greek George was in Los Angeles, watching the Sheriffs movements, and reporting to his chief tha a little after twelve o'clock, Undersheriff Johnson rode out of Los Angeles, with seven companions at his side. At dawn they drew up, under
San Joaquin (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
aw a chance of hunting the assassin down. Aware of what was now going on, Vasquez took Rosalia to a — shepherd's ranch, where she lay in hiding three or four months, her lover going to see her now and then by stealth. Here they began to flout and quarrel. Vasquez had a dozen favourites whom he liked to see, and when Rosalia moped at being left so long, he told her he was weary, and must send her home. Not to let her go empty, he rode over the ridge to that Firebaugh ferry, on the San Joaquin river, where the passengers are all Judges and Colonels, and having tied and robbed ten White men and one Yellow man, he brought their clothes and money to Rosalia, put her on a mule, and sent her under escort to her father's house. Believing he had now done everything that a lover should do for a woman who has ceased to please him, Vasquez put Rosalia from his mind, except so far as his lieutenant Leiva was concerned in her affairs. Wanting to see no more of Leiva's wife, he hoped his
Rock Creek, Menard County, Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
reckon on adding the profit of money and horses, to the pleasure of revenge. Starting from Rock Creek, but leaving Rosalia at San Embro, the brigands rode down the San Benito Valley till they cames eyes were opened. Leiva began to watch his cousin and his wife. In going from San Embro to Rock Creek, he saw enough to satisfy him that his wife was false. He spake no word, but, like a hybrid cur, skulked about Rock Creek, living with his false wife and false friend, until he heard that Adams, sheriff of Santa Clara, and Rowland, sheriff of Los Angeles, were in the field, scouring the countalia on a mule, and bore her to a place of safety near Elizabeth Lake. Thence he rode back to Rock Creek, the camp where he had stalled his horses and concealed his goods. One day the rangers ran histolen from his arms. Riding down to the lake, and lifting her to his crupper, he set out for Rock Creek, as being the safest place he knew. No ranger had as yet been near the creek, for Leiva had n
Radford (search for this): chapter 10
clothes, and even meats, were put into sacks and tied up, ready to be flung across the mules. Gonzalez attended to the stable and the barn. A shot was heard, and then a cry of pain, but no one knew on whom the bolt had fallen. No man dared to rise. A second shot was heard, followed by a piteous wail, and every one knew that blood was being shed. A moan came through the door; but not a soul could lift the cover from his face. Vasquez had shot one man named Hill, a second man named Radford. They were strangers, but the colour of their skin was an offence. Davidson was trying to close the door of his hotel, when Vasquez, noticing his movement, raised his gun, and brought the poor innkeeper to the ground. Davidson never spoke again. Then turning to the teamster Haley, Vasquez said to him, Lie down! What for? asked Haley. Vasquez kicked him in the ribs, and knocked him on the skull. Lie still, he snarled, while tying him in a rope, emptying his pockets, and pitching
Haley (search for this): chapter 10
, ready to assist him with their knives. Gonzalez hitched his horse, and took his post. A team belonging to a man named Haley drove up, on which Snyder left his store, and most of his neighbours followed him out into the road. Five or six loafersoaths, that any one who either moved a limb or raised a murmur should be blown to pieces. Snyder was still chatting with Haley in the road, when Chavez came up, and asked him to go in, and find a letter in the post bag. On entering he was seized. ment, raised his gun, and brought the poor innkeeper to the ground. Davidson never spoke again. Then turning to the teamster Haley, Vasquez said to him, Lie down! What for? asked Haley. Vasquez kicked him in the ribs, and knocked him on theHaley. Vasquez kicked him in the ribs, and knocked him on the skull. Lie still, he snarled, while tying him in a rope, emptying his pockets, and pitching him under the horses' feet. All done there? the Capitan now cried to those inside. Yes: all was done; a stock of goods and clothes, eight horses, an
Adon Leiva (search for this): chapter 10
ssed between his teeth. Down, down! repeated Leiva. As the loafers dropped, Leiva held Moreno's Leiva held Moreno's weapon, while that brigand rolled them over, tied their hands and feet, and turned their faces to town on each, so that he could see nothing; and Leiva told them, with a string of oaths, that any onOn entering he was seized. Lie down! roared Leiva. Snyder glanced around, but five or six revolto come every man had better look to himself. Leiva and Chavez rode all night with their Capitan, No ranger had as yet been near the creek, for Leiva had not fallen in with Rowland; and even afteruch of the property stolen from Tres Pinos. Leiva, who was still lurking in the neighbourhood wasalia from his mind, except so far as his lieutenant Leiva was concerned in her affairs. Wanting to see no more of Leiva's wife, he hoped his cousin would take her back, forget his fit of jealousy, it again. Then he lay down on his pallet, fainting from loss of blood. Adon Leiva was avenged. [8 more...]
Jesu Maria (search for this): chapter 10
gain. Then turning to the teamster Haley, Vasquez said to him, Lie down! What for? asked Haley. Vasquez kicked him in the ribs, and knocked him on the skull. Lie still, he snarled, while tying him in a rope, emptying his pockets, and pitching him under the horses' feet. All done there? the Capitan now cried to those inside. Yes: all was done; a stock of goods and clothes, eight horses, and two gold watches were secured. But they had found no money in the till. No money! Jesu Maria, all this blood, and not a dollar for our pains! Striding into the room, Vasquez took hold of Snyder, and with pistol pointed at his temples, pulled him to the porch. I want your money; if you bring it out I spare your life, if not you are a dead man. Snyder led him to the door of his wife's apartment. Any one with arms in there? asked Vasquez, pausing at the door. A woman came out. They want my money, dear, said Snyder. They shall have it if they do no harm, she answered,, and
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