Got 'em--every dam' one. A mas
ver. Tengo que marcharme, compadre." And then, "Close the cases,"
said The Spider.
The internes helped him to the cot on which Doris had rested as she
watched Pete through those dark hours, refusing to leave him till she
knew the great danger had passed.
Pete lay back staring at the ceiling. He was, stunned by this sudden
calamity. And all at once he realized that it must have been The
Spider who had called to see him several times. Doris had hinted to
Pete that some friend asked after him daily. So The Spider had come to
El Paso to find out if the money had been delivered--risking his life
for the sake of a few thousand dollars! Pete turned and glanced at the
other cot. The doctor was bending over The Spider, who mumbled
incoherently. Presently brisk footsteps sounded in the hallway, and
two men entered the room and stepped to where The Spider lay. They
spoke in low tones to the doctor, who moved back. One of the men--a
heavy-shouldered, red-faced man, whom Pete recognized--asked The Spider
who had shot him, and if he had been in Pony Baxter's place that night.
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