lars for doing it, the enterprise looked good, although it took the heart of a Judas to carry it out.
So it was into the hands of such men that poor Silversheene had fallen. As he lay bound upon the floor of the Ford car he was certainly a pitiful object, but the men who carry on such business have neither pity nor honor.
It was almost a miracle that Pedro and his confederate had managed to get the upper hands of this terrible fighter so completely, but they had taken him off his guard.
When the noose tightened on his throat, Silversheene would have pulled down Pedro and possibly killed him had not the other man caught him by the hind legs at the same time. Between them they had him utterly at their mercy. He was now absolutely helpless as he lay on his side with both hind and fore legs tied, and with the stick muzzle in his mouth. In addition to that the driver of the Ford had a noose about his
