Morris tribune., 1889-10-09
THE ROBBERS CROSS.

"They call Spain the land of adventure"
muttered Harry White, as he strolled
before breakfast around the outskirts OF
a small Spanish town on the southern
slope of the Sierra Morena; land I've
been in it three weeks, and not had one
adventure yet A man gets no show at
all in travelling nowadays. Hello! here
comes somebody in a hurryl" -
Very much in hurry, certainly,
seemed the sturdy Spanish peasant who
had just appeared on the topof the steep
ridge above tho boy's head, for he was
leaping from crag to crag as recklessly
as a wild cat, and at times even swing
ing himself over some deep cleft by the
bough of tree, as if in such haste that
he had no time to think of such a trifie
as the chance of a broken neck.
But IN this case it was s'most haste,
worst speed, for all at once large stone
gave way beneath the Spaniard's feet,
and he came tumbling headlong down
into the road amid a whirlwind of dust.
Harry, whose sympathies were already
enlisted in favor of a man capable OF
such feats Of strength and daring, flew
to the spot, feeling as if he had really
met with something like an adventure"
at last. But when he reached the fallen
man he stopped short in sheer amaze
ment. . E
And well he might. The man whom
he had seen bounding along heridge
had had long gray hair and beard; he
was quite sure of that, for he remem-
bered wondering that an old man should
be SO active. The hair of the man be-
fore him was short, thick and black as
night, and he hae no beard at all.
, Meanwhile, the stranger had managed
to sit up, and was wiping the blood from
bad cut on his forehead. In doing SO
he discovered the loss of his.false hair
and beard, and met Harry's eyes fixed
wonderingly upon him. ssg
ssWell," asked he, fiercely, answering
the bows glance with a defiant stare, "do
YOU know neY'
NO, and don't want to know you"
said Harry, in broken Spanish, rather
nettlel at the mans imperious tone. 81
suppose you're smuggter by your dis
guising yourself that way"
"Yes, am" replied the other. with a
strange smile, "Are You going to give
me up to the police?''
..Not Il' cried Harry. Its not the
style of us Americans to give away a
man who can't stand up for himself"
ssAh, you're an American then?" said
the smuggler, looking curiously at him.
"Well, If you are willing to help me, I'll
tell you how you can do it. Give me
your arm as far as the chapel Of st.
james. about half a mile down the road
for I find I've sprained my ankle too
badly to walk alone-and then I'm all
right"
ssCone along, then," rejoined Harry.
offering his arm.
And the strangely assorted pair set
forth.
On the way our hero told his new
friend, who seemed in too much pain
to talk himself, that he was travelling
through Spain with his father, that he
had picked upin Mexico what littleSpan-
ish he knew, that his tour had hitherto
been provokingly bare OF adventures, and
most desired was to fall in with a gang
of real Spanish brigands.
At last they reached the chapel. and
then, at peculiar whistle from the
smuggler, five wild looking horsenen,
with long guns on their shoulders, start
ed out Of the encircling thickets, one OF
whom led by the brides e tine black horse,