H. Bedford-Jones

“ Ximines, who perhaps wanted to let Sidewinder and the other two men get well away, paid her no attention but smoked on reflectively and stared down the cañon. He had drawn his pistol, however, and now held it idly in his lap.
Ramsay, arms bound and gagged as he was, was more terrified than the girl. He knew that Ximines might at any instant leap into stark blood-madness or wild passion. Alienists declare that the man who thinks himself about to explode is the most dangerous of all maniacs; but men on the border know that more dangerous than any maniac is the smoker of marihuana. ”

“ DISREGARDING their curious glances, Miss Gilman, looking only at the figure of Ramsay, returned to her tent and sat down before it. Sidewinder and his companions managed a makeshift bite to eat and a swallow of warm coffee apiece; then Sidewinder rose.
"We'll leave the hosses here. Which of you boys can drive a car? Got to take 'em both to town with us."
"I can," said Tom Emery.
"All right—"
"Somebody better stay and watch things, and attend to the horses," spoke up Manuel Ximines, who was rolling one of his evil-smelling cigarettes. "It would be foolish to leave horses here. ”

“ She struck him across the face, staggering him, and struck him again so that he loosed her and fell back, hand to eyes. A wild scream burst from him, and he whipped out a knife, swaying as he stood.
"Ha! I shall drink your blood for that blow, white-throat!" he yelled. ”