Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1894-10-24
CHAPTER XXI.

CNOuSaQQ IeeG ABOVE US sNCAlco eAAo ohoeoo
of victory. The battle was lost, and yet
must fight on. As swiftly as 1 could l
withdrew those who were left to me to
certain anglo in the path, where score OF
desperate men might for awhile hold back
the advance of an army. Here called for
some to stand at my side, and many an
swercd to my call. Out of them chose
so men or more, bidding the rest run hard
for the City of Pines, there to warn those
who were left in garrison that the hour of
danger was upon them, and, should fall,
to conjure Otomie, my wife, to make the
best resistance in her power till, If it were
possible, she could wiring from the Span
iards promise of safety for herself, her
child and her people. Meanwhile could
hold the pass so that time might be given
to shut the gates and man the walls With
the main body of those who We're left to
me sent back my son, though he prayed
hard to be allowed to stay with me. But,
seeing nothing before me except death,
refused him.
Presently all were gone, and fearing q
snare the Spaniards came slowly and eau
tiously round the anglo Of the rock, and
seeing so few men mustered to meet them,
halted, for now they were certain that we
had set trap for them, since they did not
think it possible that such little band
would venture to oppose their array. Here
the ground lay so that only few Of them
could come against us ut one time nor
could they bring their heavy pieces to bear
upon us, and even their arquebuses helped
them but little; also the roughness of the
road forced them to dismount from their
horses, so that if they would attack at all
it must be on foot. This in the end they
chose to do. Many fell upon either side,
though myself received no wound, but in
the end they drove us back; inch by inch
they drove us back, or rather those who
were left of US, at the points OF their long
lances, till at length they forced us into
the mouth of the pass that Is some five
furlongs distant from what was once the
wall Of the City of Pines.
To fight further was Of no avail. Here
we must choose between death and flight,
and, as may be guessed, for wives and
children's sake it not for our own, we
chose to fly. Across the plain we fed like
deer, and after us came the Spaniards and
their allies like hounds. Happily the
ground was rough with stones, so that their
horses could not gallop freely, and thus 1t
happened that some Of US, perhaps 30,
gained the gates in safety. Of my army
not more than 500 In all lived to enter
them again, and perchance there were as
many left within the city.
The heavy gates swung to, and scarcely
were they barred with the massive beams
of oak when the foremost Of the Spaniards
rode up to them. Ny bow was still in my
hand, and there was one arrow left in my
quiver. set it on the string, and draw
Ing the bow with my full strength loosed
the shaft through the bars Of the gate at
young and gallant looking cavalier who
rode the first Of all.
1t struck him truly between the joint Of
his helm and neckpiece, and stretching his
arms out wide he fell over the crupper OF
his horse to move no more. Then they
withdrew, but presently one Of their num-
Der came forward bearing flag Of truce.
He was knightly looking man, clad in
rich armor, and watching him 1t seemed
to me that there was something in his
bearing and In the careless grace with
which he sat his horse thatwas familiar to
me. Refining up in front Of the gates, be
raised his visor and began to speak.
knew him at once. Before me was De
Garcia, my enemy, of whom had neither
seen nor heard anything for hard upon ~
years. Time had touched him indeed,
which was scarcely to be wor"ored at, for
now he was man of 20 or more. His
peaked chestnut colored beard was streaked
with gray, his checks were hollow, and at
that distance his lips seemed like two thin
red lines, but the eyes were as they had al
ways been, bright and piercing, ana the
same cold smile played about his mouth
Without doubt 1t was De Garcia, who
now, as at every crisis of my life, appeared
to shape my fortunes to some evil end, and
I felt as looked upon him that the last
and greatest struggle between us was at
hand, and that before many days wers
sped the ancient and accumulated hate OF
one or both ot us would be buried forever
In the silence of dcath How i'll had fate
dealt with me now, as always! But few
minutes before, when set that nrrow on
the string, had wavered for moment,
doubling whether to loose it at the young
cavalier who lay dead or at tho knight who
rode next to him. end see, 1 had slain one
with whom had no quarrel and left my
enemy unframed!
''Ho. there!' cried De Garcia in Spanish.
IT desire to speak with the leader OF the
rebel Otomiu on behalf Of the Captain Ber-
mai Diaz, who commands this army "
Now mounted on the wall by means
of q ladder which was Mt hand and an
swered, 'Spcak on; am the man you
seek
You know Spanish well, friend, said
De Garcia, starting and looking at me
keenly beneath his bent brows. Say now,
where did you learn it? And what Is
your name and linragc'"
Il learned it, Juan lie Garcia, from G
certain Donna Luisn, whom you knew In
your days Of youth And my name Is
Thomas Win Id.
Now Dc g.. rci;l rtclcd in his saddle and
sworc u gre. oath.
!Mothcr l,nd!!" !.c said. Years ago l
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