"I'll give her to
him!" He staggered toward Lopez, "I will! I swear I will!" he screamed, his
words reaching a high falsetto.
Lopez rose. "I would look at you once before I shoot," he said slowly, and
took in the other's cringing form.
"What?" Pell said.
Disgust was on the features of the bandit--contempt and unbelievable
loathing.
"I 'ave met mans which would not fight for zeir money," he said with great
deliberation, his lip curled. "I 'ave met mans which would not fight for
zeir lives. But I 'ave never before met ze man which would not fight for
'is woman."
Pell saw that he was doomed now. He made one final desperate attempt. "But
if you--shoot me--you'll be hanged!"
"Ha!" laughed Lopez. "If I am ever caught, I shall be 'anged many times!"
"I'm an American citizen!" shrilled Pell.
"I 'ave kill many American citizens," replied Lopez, without the slightest
compunction.
Pell wrung his hands. "My Goverment will pursue you!"
"You are mistaken. Your Government will watchfully wait. We kill American
citizen. Your Government write us beautiful letter about it.... But we have
waste time!" He drew his gun.
As Lopez leveled the weapon. Pell all but dropped on his knees.
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