Kid shot his neighbor at a gambling house and to avoid the trouble got on a passenger train and later sailed to Buenos Aires coast of South America. An American consul in Buenos…

Kid shot his neighbor at a gambling house and to avoid the trouble got on a passenger train and later sailed to Buenos Aires coast of South America. An American consul in Buenos Aires Thacker met Kid and having looked at him carefully told him a story of a very rich family, who had lost their only son, and had been looking for himfor many years. Kid looked just their son, he was of the same age and spoke Spanish better than English. The Urique’s boy had a tattoo of a flying eagle on his left hand. They made tattoo on Kid’s hand and he had to take the place of their son and steal money from the Urique’s house A month later Kid came to the consulate in response to a message sent by Thacker. He looked a young Spanish caballero. His clothes were of the later fashion and a big diamond shone on his finger. “Well?”said Thacker. “How are you getting on? It’s time you began acting,” said Thacker. “What is the trouble? Can’t you find where Don Urique keeps his money?” “Oh, he is very rich,” said Kid, admiring his diamond. “There is plenty of money in the house. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. But you are not going to get it,” said Kid cheerfully. “And I shall tell you why. The first night I was at Don Urique’s house in my bed room, my artificial mother came in and bent over me. “My boy,” she said, “my boy.” And down came a drop or two, it hits me on the nose. You see, I had very little to do with mothers in my life and I think that this old artificial mother of mine mustn’t be disappointed. She will not stand it twice. That’s why things are going to stand just as they are.” “I’ll expose you today, you traitor,” stammered Thacker. Kid rose, without violence, took Thacker by the throat with a hand of steel. Then with his left hand, he drew out his revolver and showed it to a Consul. “There is one more reason, ”he said “why things have to stay as they are . The fellow I killed had an eagle tattooed on his left hand.” From the outside came the sound of wheels and the old-fashioned carriage of Don Urique stopped at the door of the consulate. “Where are you, dear son?” cried Donna Urique. “I am coming, mother,” answered Kid.