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The camp was fixed near Greek George's ranch, ten miles only from the city; and one night, when the scouts were at their posts, and no one but Senati and himself were in the tent, Moreno crept behind his chief and shot him through the head.
But they were not so far from listeners as he thought.
Before the snap of his pistol died out, he heard a footstep near the tent, on which he hid his weapon and threw a blanket over Senati's face.
“Who fired that shot?”
asked Bulvia, one of the brigands, striding in.
“ Senati's pistol; gone off by accident,” grumbled Moreno.
His companion showed distrust.
“ Where is Senati?”
The enquiry could not be evaded, nor the deed concealed.
It was a fight for life, and one of them must fall.
Moreno was prepared for blood.
“ Asleep-there, in the corner!”
Bulvia stooped to lift the rug, and as he bent forward, Moreno plunged a knife into his heart.
Lifting the two bodies into a cart, Moreno drove into Los Angeles, and going straight to the jail, woke up the warder, told his story, showed the two dead bodies, and claimed his price.
How had he
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