He wore a red flannel shirt and a broad sombrero, the latter scarcely covering his dark, evil features.
The cousins stopped short.

Then Beth whispered: "Let's go the other way." But as they were about to turn the Mexican drew a revolver and said in harsh, uneven English: "You halt.

Keep a-still, or I shoot." "What do you want ?" asked Beth, quietly.
"Money.

All you got.

Jew'lry--all you got.