The Russellville Democrat., 1893-04-27
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squad riding ahead of the creaking ambulance. The two leaders of the mules whirled instantly about and became tangled up with the wheel team, and the paymaster was pitched out of dream into a doubled up mass on the opposite seat. To his startled questions the driver could only make reply that he didn't know what was the matter; the sergeant had gone ahead to see. Presently Feeny shouted "Forward 1" and on they went again, and not until Ce ralvo's was mile behind could the major learn the cause of the deten- ton. "Some of Ceralyo's people, ? answered Feeny, rconfound their impotence They thought to stop us and turn us in there by stories of Indian raids just below us-t three prospectors murdered twenty four miles this side of the Sonora line. Conchises' people never cams this far west of the Chiricahua range. It's white cutthroats maybe, and we'll need our whole command" "
 And yet in the glaring sunshine of that May morning, after they had unsaddled at Moreno's, after the sergeant, wearied with the vigils of two successive nights, had gone to sleep in the coolest shade he could find, there came riding across the baked, cactus-dotted plain at the west a young man who had the features of the American and the grave, courteous bearing of the Mexican.
 My name is Harvey" said he. My sisters, who have been in San Francisco at school, are with me on they way to visit our parents in Tucson. Father was to have met us at the Bend with relays of mules. We have waited forty eight hours and can wait no longer. For Gods sake let half dozen of your men ride out and escort them down here. There is no doubt in the world the Apaches are in the mountains on both sides, and Pm trembling for fear they've already found our camp. None of my party dared make the ride, so 1 had to come"
 What was Hummer to doi He didn't want to rouse the sergeant. This wasn't going back to Ceralyo's, but riding northward to the res cue of imperilled beauty. He sim ply couldn't refuse, especially when Donovan and others were eager to go. From Mir. Harvey he learned tbat his father had married into an old Spanish Mexican family at Havana, had been induced by them to take charge of certain business in Matamoras, and that long afterward he had removed to Guaymas and thence to Tucson. The children had been educated at Saa Francisco, and the sisters, now l7 and 15 years of age respectively, were soon to go to Cuba to visit relatives of their mother, but were determined once more to see the quaint old home at Tucson before so doing; hence this journey under his charge. The story seemed straight enough. Plummer had never yet been to Tue son, but at Drum Barracks and Wilmington he he had often heard of the Harveys, and Donovan swore he knew them all by sight, especially the old man. The matter was settled before Plum mer really knew whether to take the responsibility or not, and the cavalry corporal with five men rode back ih- to the fiery heat of the Arizona day, and was miles away toward the Gila before Feeny awoke to a realizing sense of what had happened. Then he came out and blasphemed. There in that wretched little green safe were locked up thousands enough of dollars to tempt all the outlawry of the Occident to any deed of despera tion that might lead to the capture of the booty, and with Donovan and his party away Feeny saw he. had but half a dozen man for defence.
 At his interposition the major had at least done one thing-warned Moreno not to sell drop of bis fiery mescal to anyone of the men and, when the Mexican expressed entire willingness to acquiesce, Feeny's suspicious were redoubled, and he picked out Trooper Latham, a New Englander, whom some strange and untoward fate had led into the ranks, and stationed him in the bullet-scarred barroom of the ranch, with strict orders to allow not drop to be drawn or served to any one without the sanction of Sergeant Feeny or his superior officer, the major. Even the humiliation of this proceeding bad in no wise disturbed Moreno's suavity. "All I possess is at your feet" he had said to the major, with Castilian grace end gravity; "take or withhold it as you will" :"
 "Infernal old hypocrite !" swors Feeny, between his strongest teeth. 'I believe he'd like nothing better than to get the escort drunk and turn us over, bag and baggage, to the Morales gang"
 Thrice during the hot afternoon had Feeny secuted the premises and striven to find what number and manner of men Moreno might have in concealment there. Questioning wae of little usa Moreno was ready