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! ”
