The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-01-13

was thrown open ana a man steppcu "
the balcony. Martin saw that it was Maxi
mo vidas, the President. A shot went
whistling by him. smashing the glass be-
hind. Then a hand suddenly pulled at his
coat and dragged him in again Down In
the streets below the people and soldiers
were engaged in indiscriminate hand-to-
hand fighting. Caceron's first line were
now within fifty yards of the palace. and
they fired a volley, breaking every window
on the lower floor.
land she's in there!' Martin cried. His
hand reached for his revolver. "Jove! but
I must go down and see what I can do,
even IL / don't murder young Pedro"
He turned round to pick up his pouch
from the tree stump. AS he did so. his
eye caught sight of something higher up
the hill.
Thank Godl" he exclaimed. For there,
about twenty yards away, was Estelle
Girette, the Presidents niece. She had
slipped from her horse. and was watching
the scene in the town with a pale drawn
face. Martin hurried up to her. She
glanced at him with a frightened air as
he approached.
Tell me, please, what is happenings
she cried, with trembling lips. 1t was not
time for ceremony.
"a revolution. Caceron is attacking the
Palace with a large force. Thank heaven,
you are not therei"
81 went out for my usual early ride. You
don't think he'll dare to kill my uncle?'
she said. turning to him anxiously.
He did not answer. He was studying the
scene with the glasses. Suddenly he gave
a slight start. She noticed it and held out
her hand.
Lend me the glasses." she said.
"No-no." he said quickly.
She put her hand on them. Let me
have them.' she said imperiously.
He saw it was no use and surrendered
them. She lifted them to her eyes and he
watched her with almost a scared express
sion.
1.-The brutes," she exclaimed with a shud-
der. They've shot him and have brought
his body out to show the people! And
Caceron is addressing them from the ball
cony!" She dropped the glasses, and Mar
tin taking them from her, she buried her
face in her hands. He watched her in ST.
lence. A moment afterward she looked up
at him.
'But what am 1 to do?' she exclaimed
wildly. ST cannot go back there!"
Martin gazed at her thoughtfully. Her
grief seemed to make her even more beau
tiful in his eyes.
mo. you cannot go back there" he re-
piled slowly. Young Pedro is"
She shuddered. "I loathe him. I would
kill myself sooner than fall into his
handsi'
Martins glance drifted to the town. He
caught sight of a little group of horsemen
riding rapidly away from the palace. They
made their way through the gardens to the
road that led out of the town.
Look" she cried suddenly with pointing
finger. Pedro"
Martin had already recognized him. He
quickly arrived at a conclusion. Young
Pedro had discovered she was not in the
palace and was setting out in search of her.
He turned round and surveyed their posi-
ton.
'They canno fail to see us here he
said, your white horse on this hill can
be seen miles away!"
She was staring hard down the valley.
HE sees us. Look! They are putting
spurs to their horses. oh, what sha L
do?' she cried piteously.
Martin was g~lancing in another direction.
He saw the bright spot clustering in the
harbor. He swung round on his heel to
her.
will you trust yourself to me?" he
asked abruptly.
For a moment she gazed steadily at
him.
"Yesi' she said simply.
You see that YACHT he pointed to the
harbor. 1.-THE owner is an Englishman.
If we can once get on board"
There are some boats round at the
point she cried. belonging to the fish
ermen. l know the wayi'
1--WE must cut across to them them" he
cried, helping her into her saddle. 81 will
run by your side. Quick! we lave no time
to lose. Pedro and his party are not so
far away"
She touched her horse and he sprang
forward. She turned into a little Bride
path leading off the road, Martin close at
the horses heels.
"Can you keep up?" she asked, turning
round to him.
YES; go on he cried.
The distance was han a mile. They had
got about three-quarters of the way when,
turning his head, Martin caught sight of
Pedro's party on the sea shore.
They've seen what our plans is and are
trying to reach the boats frst.' he said be-
tween his teeth.
but they won't!' she cried, confidently:
See, We are almost there!"
They gained the fshermen's huts by the
Point. They seemed to be deserted Estelle
sprang lightly from her saddle, and the two
ran down the sandy strip of beach together
where some boats were mooored. Sudden
~ a shout rang through the air. Martin
glanced along the beach n saw the little
band of horsemen a few hundred yards
away. The pair had almost reached the
boats when a dark form sprang UP from
behind a pile of boxes.
Jump ini' cried Martin to Estelle. and
she obeyed. Then he turned to face the
newcomer. 1t was apparently the owner of
the boat-a tall, swarthy, ugly-looking fell
low.
I'VE want your boat" said Martin. But
the man caught sight of Pedro's party rae
ing along the beach. He laid a hand on the
| gunwale.
Leave go!" cried Martin, furiously. But
the man only clipped more firmly. Martin
glanced at the coming horsemen, then drew
his revolver and hit the man with the butt
of 1t full across the forehead. He fell like
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