Ciudad Juárez (Mexico) -- Fiction; El Paso (Tex.) -- Fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
"All right, then let's get going," as they all started down the street
at a trot. They neared the river very quietly then amidst screams and
yells they burst through the rebels, leaping into the river like rats
from a sinking ship, grabbing at each other, helping each other through
the quick-sand, and cold water, some holding on to their bottles of
whiskey that they had brought along to give them courage. The few
Federals who had not reached the American side, turned back to help the
girls, amidst laughing, screaming, cursing, and splashing of water.
The American soldiers were rounding the Federal troops up the way a
Texas cowboy rounds up cattle, herding them into one bunch, while the
girls pulled themselves out of the river without the aid of anyone
except themselves. When they were out of the river, they went in a body
to the street where the General and his aides were.
"This is a hell of a note," said Evelyn. "A bunch of good American women
should have to wade that damn river, and no one to even help them up the
bank--you don't seem to realize that once in a while a lady needs a
little help."
"You had no business on that side," said the General, curtly. "You knew
there was to be a battle--the papers carried the news, and all Americans
were warned to stay away from there," he continued.
"Well, just the same, it's a hell of a way to treat ladies," answered
Evelyn, as she sat down on the curb of the sidewalk.
"Senoritas--Senoritas," came the voice of the Rebel General, who had
climbed up on the side of the bridge.
"What's the matter with that guy?" said Mickey, as she moved toward the
foot of the bridge to hear what he had to say.
"Senoritas--can you hear me?" he called across the river.
"Wait a minute--all right, spill it," called Evelyn.
"Senoritas--we do not fight with women--you are perfectly safe."
"Hell's fire--we know that now--ain't we over here?" answered Evelyn.
"A thousand pardons, Senoritas--but we want you to come back and drink
with the victorious--to be our guests for the evening."
"Now, you see," explained Evelyn, "that's what I call a gentleman, a
real fellow," as she walked over to the American General. "Say old top,
would you mind having them gates opened and let us go back on the other
side?"
"No, those gates remain closed until this trouble is settled."
"O. K. brother," as she went back to the girls, who were waving at the
rebels. "Come on, gang, we'll go back the way we came," and they started
off in the river, with much more enthusiasm than the first time.
"Come back here," yelled one of the American officers. "You can't cross
that river."
"The Hell you say," called Evelyn, who was already in the water,
leading the procession. "At least, these guys will buy us a drink."
"Do you think it's safe to go over here now," Pearl asked Evelyn.
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