The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-10-07

heat; but now he put it on as if scorn-
ing to stand uncovered before the fell
low, put it steadily upon the curling
gray hair that reached barely to the
level of those great naked chest mus
cles.
Il did strike you down and ordered
you to be ironed, Coco" he said, quiet
ly, land / would do so again. Now
am going to send you to Lima. There
is no place at Villa for people like you"
But Coco leaped upon him like the
black jaguar and clutched him with
those long, knotted arms. Melito was
sinewy and 1.-THE as a cat, but he was no
match for the huge foe. He fought for
life, but Coco with the equal despera-
ton of hate. Struggle as he would. he
was borne back and back until his legs
cringed from the glow of the paila. AT
this he made so wild a lunge that it
bore them back a few feet; but it was
only for a moment. Inch by inch the
negro urged him toward that bubbling
roar which seemed to drown all other
sounds And even now, with a wild
chuckle. the giant doubled him back
wari against the edge of the paila, with
a black. resistless palm under his chin.
Only an instant had Felipe stopped,
frozen at sight of Coco; in another he
had sprung to the rail, shrieking to the
men below: Juan! Sancho! Quico.
Comet" And then, rushing at the
struggle, he flung himself as ferociously
upon Coco as Coco had attacked Don
Melito. But it seemed as if he were
back in some dreadful dream. He ham,
mered with futile fists upon that bare
and mighty back and caught fierce
hold about one of those gnarled legs
and tugged to trip it and kick it with
crazy feet. But it was all with the
nightmare sense that ne was doing
Ia, l@-,, l. IT, 1ff., -
half doubtful If the Infatuated Coco
knew at all of this attack in the rear.
What to him were the peckings of a
l2-year-old boy?
Would the men never come? Felipe
redoubled his kicks and blows, but
with a sickening fear. Don Meilto was
eakening-already his head was
thrust back over the steam of the
paila. Only for his arms locked about
the giants waist, he would go in. And
now Cocos huge hand came behind
and wrenched at the old mans slender
ones, tearing open finger by finger re-
sistleSSly. In another moment it would
be too late to think.
Aha, Mr.. Cocoi The boy sprang to
the second paila and snatched the
long-handled skinner that leaned
against it, and dipping it full from the
caldron, flung the molten sugar square
ly upon Coco's back. Howling. the ne
gro whirled about, dropping the half
senseless administrator from him, and
sprang at Felipe. But the boy stood
stiff and very white, holding the ladle
back aloft. This time in the eyesr' he
cried, hoarsely. 'If you touch Don Me-
Ito again or me, 1 will throw it in your
facer'
Even Coco hesitated at this. He was
not too drunk with rage to know what
boiling sugar meant. Plainly, this little
had the advantage. He must be trick
ed-and then But just then wan
smile fitted across Felipe's face, and,
as Coco half turned his head to see
what pleasant thing could be behind
him, he got a glimpse of Pancho, the
horse breaker. and something dark and
wavy in the air. He ducked forward,
but a rope settled upon his broad
shoulders, tightening like iron, and he
was jerked backward to the ground
and dozen men were upon him.
That is about all there is to tell, ex-
cept that Coco made no more trouble
on the hacienda of Villa. At Lima he
found the swift justice which some
times happens in Peru. Don Melito was
in bed several days, for he had been
roughly handled in body and in nerves.
The first day on which he could sit up
little Felipe brought him cake of
chancaca.
Thank YOU" said the old man, lay
ing it on the coverlet. Sugar was an
old story to him.
But you must taste this, my admin
istrador, and see if it is all right
ut is good" answered Melito,
munching submissively. And then,
with a sudden light: TT is very good,
as good as / could have made myself
And think you sent it to the mods at
just the right time"