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CHAPTER Xll—Continued. —ll——way, senor. May I go first? Thank you. Gaucho. will you stay with the §enortta? Thank you. And, Senor Stanway, I should be glad to have you accompany tne." Already his foot was upon the first step. Stanway luid a quick hand upon his arm. “Surely you do not think of coming upon them this way—” “Surely,” smiled the old man. “they are my guests, I am the host. I aiu going to them.” He went slowly up the short flight of stairs. Stanway cldse at his heels, wondering. At the top was a little door. De la Guerra rapped softly with the barrel of his revolver. There was a sudden silence in the room, voices dropped to whispers. De la Guerra knocked again. “Well?” It was Torre’s voice, sharp, impatient. “Whois it?” “It is I, Senor Torre,” answered the old man, quietly. “And I am Antonio de la Guerra. I bring my apologies for being so tardy to wait upon a guest—and I come to talk with you.” Again silence, again hurried whispers, then Torre crying out: “What have you to say? I can put a bullet through the door which will find you! If you will open the safe, let us take the gold and go; you may keep the silver and stay. What do you say?" - Dp hi Guerra laughed softly. And then, seriously, he answered: “I say, my dear Senor Torre, you are talking bravely; but that you at last are in no position to dictate. It is I who dictate. Let; me come in that we may talk, or I shall have to have Vidal chop down some more of my doors. And Ido not like to do that.” Torre hesitated. Why? Stanway thought because he was studying his men with those keen eyes of his, trying to guess how far he could count on them now. Evidently not very far. For in a moment came his soft laugh, and his short command: “Nunez, open the door. Let .my kinsman come just to the threshold. If any of his men try to enter —well, leave them to me! Enter, senor!” ’ The door slid open. De la Guerra stepped just to the threshold, Stanway close behind him. “Good evening, Caballeros,”- said the old Spaniard courteously. “Now for my word with Torre. All of the men he has brought with him may go free and unharmed, provided that I am assured Pedro Celestino, and poor Alfredo there will live. If any of them is to die, then the man who has killed him is not to go! Juarez may go. Deinpton may go.” “You are pleased to be gracious, my high and mighty kinsman!” sneered Torre impudently. “O-ho, Senor Stanway! You are there, too? Castro,” sharply to a black-browed ruffian at his side, “you are the best marksman I ever saw, and, besides, you are an admirable soldier who knows how to take a command. If the Senor Stanway moves a hand or takes a step this way will you blow his brains out for me?” Castro's answer was to fling down his revolver so that it rattled noisily on the floor. “You have led us into a trap,” he retorted sullenly. “I accept the Senor de la Guerra's word that I may go free. I have harmed no one!” A black frown gathered Torre’s brows. A little smile crept into De la Guerra’s stern eyes. “The first sign that you lose, Torre," he said quietly. “The first sign that I win!” “Do you know, my kinsman.” replied Torre insolently, shrugging his shoulders at the mutiny of Castro, “that I may lose and still you not win? How? Why. to be explicit to an old man, I can at least have the exquisite pleasure of ending my gay little existence gaily—and in shooting you just between the eyes, senor!" Stanway shuddered, seeing the deadly earnest threat in Torre’s lowlidded eyes. But De la Guerra’s gaze did not and he answered: “Even that, Torre, is denied to you.” He laughed softly. “For. above all things, you are a gambler and will take a gambler's choice! You can kill me, yes—perhaps! And if you did? My vaqueros would rush in here and on time for me to see you die! You know that. There would he no chance in it for you. I offer you a chance —if you let these men go. If you throw down your gun and agree to« take the chance I offer you! And being a gambler above anything else in the world—why, you will accept the one little chance I offer you." Torre hesitated. His hesitation was plain in his attitude, the head dropped a little, the moody gathering of the brows. He looked swiftly to the men about him, to Juarez first, to them all. Juarez shook his head slowly, his lips compressed, .his eyes on the floor. “There Is no longer anything for me to fight for,” he said slowly. “Nothing but deathl I can find that any day upon the other side of the border, senor. I think —that you are alone!” “Cowards! Cowards all!” jeered Torre. Then he turned agala to De la Guerra. “What cfemce do you offer 188, MBOrr "We shall speak of that when the others are gone, when you accept It," ceturied De la Guerra sternly. “I

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simply give you my word that I shall give you what the Americans here call an ’eve'n break.’ You haven’t that now.” “Your word, senor." “My word,” gravely. “Bueno,” cried Torre gayly. That is all that I ask. Adios, my little cowards,” he smiled at Juarez and the rest. “Congratulations upon the game, my kinsman,” bowing to De la Guerra. And he tossed his revolver to the table. CHAPTER XIII. A Game of Dice. “Now, Senor Torre, you shall have a gambler’s" choice!” The tall candles burned steadily in the massive candlesticks, the little yellow plumes shining reflected in the polished woodwork of the walls. Senor de la Guerra sat in his favorite armchair at the great mahogany table, Ids white, aristocratic hand tapping Idly upon its' glistening top. Stanway, standing at his side, watched curiously both De la Guerra and the smiling Torre. “I am waiting, senor,” returned Torre gravely. “I have assured myself,” went off De la Guerra in the same even tone, “that Pedro and Celestino and the | vaquero who was shot here in this room will live. I have let all of your men go, excepting Captain Juarez. Senor Stanway,” turning a little In his chair, “will you be so kind as to tell the captain that I should be pleased to see him?” Stanway left the room promptly, returning almost immediately with the rebel captain at his heels. De la Guerra rose, bowed courteously. “Senor capltan,”, he said, “I am going to wish you ft pleasant ride across the border.” He snapped open a drawer of the table, drew out a packet and tossed it upon the table top. “Will you examine it, senor?” Juarez, frowning, a little suspicious, held back for a moment. Then under the amused eyes of Torre he stepped forward, took up the packet, opened it, stared incredulously, and fell back with a little gasp. De la Guerra smiled. “American banknotes.” he said easily. “You will find that they amount to five thousand dollars. For your needy coun’ih lOn hf II I “One Throw,” He Whispered. trymen. senor. You see. I have never yet refused—pardon me, senor—alms to a beggar! Senor Stanway. will you be kind enough to show the captain to the door?” “Now, Senor Torre,” resumed the old man when Stanway had returned, “I am to give-you your gambler’s chance. I have learned that a month ago you killed a man in San Antonio. Now,” leaning forward a little, “are they looking for you along the border? Have you a good chance of getting across without being shot?” Torre’s cheeks grew a little pale. He returned .De la Guerra’s gaze, however, and answered steadily: “I should have, perhaps, one chance In ten thousand!” “Good! I thought so!" The old Spaniard slipped his hand again into the table drawer and the thing he brought out this time he handed to Torre. , “Here is your chance, senor,” he said sternly. It was a dicebox ! “What do you mean?” snapped Torre. “I mean this: You shall shake the dice you love so well, and the stake high enough to satisfy even you! If you win. there is another packet of banknotes ready for you, and a horse to carry you as far and as fast as you can wish to go. If you lose—there Is in the stable a lame horse which you are to ride across the border!” The dusky red ran back into Torre’s cheeks. ; “With whom do I shake?” he asked, a little hoarsely, his fingers growing white about the box. “With the bitterest enemy yon have,” retorted tbe old man with dignity. “Do know who it isT* “TouF* queried Torre, with snarling emphasis. “Yourself! You shall cast twice, with a single die. The ace is high la this game, senor. If your first throw is

higher than your aeeonft then you ge free. Will you throw nowt I ahull be glad when you are gone." Torre rose swiftly to h!» feet, drawing near the table, Ms eyes homing like flames, his cheeks flushed. For a mo inent he stood with the die rattling in the box. which he shook slowly back and forth. “One throw,” he whispered. “One good throw, and I drink many another good bottle of' red wine, I kiss many another pair of red’lips, I live on In my gay little existence. One good throw. Ah!” He had thrown. “It is the ace!” cried Torre with suddenly up-flpng head. “My lady of chan<-e is kind to me, senor!” “You . have another throw," De la Guerra reminded him. “The ace cannot be beaten, but it may be tied!” Now Torre scooped the die up ,in his box and with no moment of hesitation turned it out upon the table. Again Torre had thrown an ace! “Try again.” said De la Guerra crisply. “It Is growing late." With a curse Torre again caught up the die, again It rattled in the box, again it rolled half across the table. "A four!” he gasped. “A four is not bad,” De la Guerra reminded him. “It win. Again, senor.” A four! If he turned a three next time, or a deuce, he was saved. If the die showed an ace again, a six or a five, he was lost! Again he took up the die, again cast. This time his hand, holding the dicebox, followed close to the rolling cube. “It is the six.” said De la Guerra sternly. “You were about to touch it, senor!” Torre threw down the box. He had lost—against himself!. But his head flung proudly up. “And now,” he cried, “where is my lame horse? It Is late, as you say.” ' - He bowed and went out into the patio, where Gaucho and a hplf dozen of the cowboys were waiting. De la Guerra sighed.. “He is a brave man,” he said gently. “Ah, well, he has one chance in ten thousand. Well, for a brave man—" Then they heard the galloping of several horses headed toward the border. CHAPTERXIV. Conclusion. “Teresa!” called Stanway, “Teresita !” It was night; there was a moon, and between It and the was the balcony. “Senor Billy!” The voice floated down to him softly, and between the parted vines a very bright face looked down upon him. “Your papa grande is in .the drawingroom, Teresa,” he saftl swiftly. “I am going back in there—to tell him something. May I, Teresita?” “What?” she whispered. “What are you going to tell him, Senor Billy?” “Can’t-you guess?” he laughed up at her. She shook her head. But her soft eyes grew softer, her cheeks rosier, and her white hands intertwined and trembled a. little. “Will you go with me, Teresa?” he asked bluntly, after the way of Billy Stanway. “I think'~ftttrrT ttrrr rather afraid to go all alone. He will be Inclined to be very terrible, won’t he?” Teresa laughefl. said "Coward!” very prettily, and disappeared from the balcony. He met her. approximately, half a minute later in the patio. “Teresa!” he cried, his voice shaking as he could not keep his hands from shaking. “Don’t!” she whispered, slipping away front him. “Papa grande does not like me to come to him with—my hair mussed, Senor Billy.” They came into the drawing-room together, two very young, handsome, happy, eager people. De la Guerra, his head drooping a little as though he were tired, looked up at them. “Teresa!” he saifl, rising quickly. “Senor Stanway!” “You can guess it,-can’t you?” Stanway blurted out. “We have a notion to send to La Panza fbr Father Ignacio. Is there some priest you’d prefer, senor?” “O-oh!” gasped Teresa. De la Guerra bowed gravely. “Senor Stanway,” he' said, speaking slowly, his eyes thoughtful, has told me how much you have done for us. There was something ‘ which she did not tell me which I guessed. I owe you—very much. J owe you everything, senor! • And,” with a quick, strangely sweet sinile, “I am a man v ho pays his debts in full.” He bowed, suddenly caught up Stanway’s hand, and placed it upon the girl’s. “I owe you everything. ; And,” with a courtly bow to his “I give you every “Papa grande!” cried Teresa. “J’apa grande!” “The only thing,” sailed the old man, “is—he is an Amerigano! Well, since one cannot change Jthe Americanos— You will come to inL, my children, in the library.” J He walked to tjie door, paused, turned his smiling fawe upon them, and added: j 5 “I shall not expect yon immediately. Teresa, can you entertain the senor for, let us say. an hour?: You will pardon me for that long, senor? I shall be very busy amending certain remarks in my memoirs,” he laughed softly. “Concerning the Americanos, senor!” (THE END.) Tradition Upset. Trouble with miners is almost proverbial. 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