Arthur O. Friel

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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 14 (1923)

“ The caño seemed bursting with noise.
I threw myself at Jaime, who lay still, a hole in his head. I wrenched out his revolver and emptied it at his men. And then there were no men. There was nothing but the blazing fires—sprawling bodies—another harsh yell—and sudden silence.
"Quién es?" I shouted, staring at that black bush.
A wild laugh screamed back at me. That same harsh voice tore across the water.
"Ha! ha! ha!" it yelled. "Dead men walking in the night! Dead men walking in the night! Poor murdered Indians with bows and arrows!
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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 14 (1923)

“ Turning my head, I saw one of Paco's brutes holding an arrow. Its point was directed at my back.
"I will give this accursed León his own dose," the man snarled. "I want to see him squirm as my cousin did last night."
"No, you will not," Jaime told him. "Throw that thing into the river! I take this man's head to San Fernando. I will have no poison in it. Throw that arrow!"
Muttering something, the man stepped to the bank and cast the deadly shaft outward.
"And remember that Jaime Pecoro commands here, you dog!" Jaime went on. "What I want done will be done, and nothing else.
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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 14 (1923)

“ Men were all about, and I was kept in the brightest light. I looked longingly at the steep bushy bank just across the caño, now a black mass. If only I could reach it—but I could not.
So I made the best of it, determined that when the time came I would take it with my eyes open—and that I would make whatever poor fight I could. Hands and teeth could not do much damage, but I would leave a few marks behind me. And in the meantime I would eat and drink and keep my nerves steady. A man is never dead until he is a corpse.
Jaime and I ate facing each other, with men and fires in a ring around.
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