Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-10-23

their tracks, the fourth, with the
white chevrons of corporal on his
sleeves, came bounding1 across the
street without waiting for a demand
to advance for recognition.
Same old patrol, Billy" he called,
as he neared them. ION the way back
to the guard-house." Then, seeing
the straps on the officers shoulders,
respectfully saluteIs :'Couldn't find
any trace outside. Keep sharp look
out, No. g." he added, and turning
hurriedly back to his patrol, started
with them up the street in the ;direc-
ton Stuyvesant was longing to 60.
'Sorry to detain you, sir, and beg
pardon for letting him run up on US
in that way. We've got extra orders
tonight. There's queer set, mostly
natives, in that second house yon-
der (and he pointed to a substantial
two-story building about 80 PAGES
from the 'corner). They got in there
while the fire excitement was on.
Twice I've seen them peeking out
from that door. That's why I dare
not leave here and chase after you
after the lieutenant. Now, may !
have the name again, sir?''
And at last, without interruption,
Stuyvesant spelled and pronounced
the revered old Dutch patronymic.
At last he was able to go unhindered,
and now, overcome by anxiety, eager
ness and dread, he hardly knew what,
he broke into feet-footed, rapid run,
much to the surprise of the staid pa
troll which he overlook trudging
along on the opposite side of the
street, two blocks away, and never
halted until again brought up stand
ing by a sentry at the San Luis.
Ten minutes later, while still lis
tening to Brent's oft-repeated tale
of the theft, and still quivering q lit
tie from excitement, Stuyvesant
heard another sound, the rapid
rhythmic beat of dancing footsteps.
''Hullo!" interrupted one of the
lingering officers. "Another fire COM
pany coming? It's about time more
began to arrive, isn't it?''
cts patrol on the jump,
too! What's up, wonder?" an
swered Brent, spinning about to face
towards the Gale Real. There was
an officer with this patrol an officer
who in his eagerness could barely
abide the sentry's challenge.
"Officer of the guard-with PATROL"
he cried, adding instantly, as he
darted into view: "Sentry, which,
which way did that officer go? Tall
young officer-in white uniform!"
In surprise the sentry nodded to.
wards the speeches. group standing
in front of Brent's, and to them came
the boy lieutenant, painting and in
manifest excitement. Il beg par.
don, colonel" he began, tour sentry,
No. 6, was found minute ago-shot
dead-doWn on the Padre Faura. My
men said they saw an officer running
from the spot, running this way, and
this gentleman-Mr. Stuyvesant.
isn't it?''
There was an awkward silence, an
awkward pause. II certainly was
there not long ago." spoke Stuy.
vesant. "And No. 6, your sentry,
was then all right. certainly came
running
'"That's all I can hear" was the
sharp interruption. 'My orders are
to arrest you. You're my prisoner,
Mr.. Stuyvesant," gasped the lad.
"Preposterous!" said DR.. Frank
few minutes later, when told by an
awe-stricken group what had &C.
Cured.
"Preposterous say II" echoed
Brent. "And yet, see here Oh, of
course, you know Maj. MacNeil, field
officer of, the day. he added. indicate
ing tall, thin-faced, gray-mustached
officer of regulars who had but just
arrived, and who now held forth a
cleaning revolver with the words:
81 picked this up myself-not ten
yards from where he lay.''
1t was Marion's.