Arthur O. Friel, Twenty-Four Hours — Chapter 6 (1925)
“ With sombrero thrown aside and ugly temper contracting his visage, Veinte Cuatro bore out his sobriquet. Black hair in a disordered shock, bushy black brows, threatening black eyes, huge black mustache, all combined with a steel-trap mouth and muscular jaws to suggest forcibly that giant insect with the dire bite. ”
Arthur O. Friel, Twenty-Four Hours — Chapter 6 (1925)
“ VI IN THE gloom of the jail three men started from slumber. A few seconds of listening to the strident clamor outside, and two of them broke into joyous yells. The third remained silent, and on his shadowy face grew perturbation. “Yeay!” shouted Kelly. “Here's where we eat! Sneaky Gordo's on his way to hell, and us poor convicts are out of the pen—almost. Boy! Listen to 'em tearin' into the jefe's house, will ye! Veinte Cuatro's gang, with blood in their eye! 'Muert' al traidor!'”“Quick curtain and a slow march for Jaime!” exulted Hart. ”
Arthur O. Friel, Twenty-Four Hours — Chapter 6 (1925)
“ Veinte Cuatro bristled. “Escaped!” he thundered. “Escaped? Sangre de Cristo, he does not escape from me! By the horned —— I will have him, if I tear to pieces every house! What was that shooting?” “That? Ah, that was nothing, my general. It seems that two of the men have a little too much rum, and—ah—they became angered at a man said to be from up the river, and—ah—unfortunately shot him to death. He is nobody; a common man who was in jail with these two señores. ”
