The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-02-06

It was the cool headed Mortimer
who organized the defense, for SCOTS
copy in hand and more to come, that
he was too exuberantly boisterous for
a commander.
THAT'S got home, anyhow" said
Scott, as they heard soft, splashing
thud like stone in a mud bank.
Who's hit, them"
1.-THE brown camel that's chewing
the cud." H.
AS he spoke the creature. its Jaws
still working, laid its long neck along
the ground and closed its large dark
eyes.
-. "That shot cost me fifteen pounds"
| said Mortimer ruefully. 'HoW many,
of them do you make ?'
-Four, J think" - l.. =, -. =. :.
only four Bezingers, at any rate;
there may be some spearmen.' '7 - -
| II think not; it is little raiding
| ley, you've never been under fire be-.
fore, have &you?" IN
| Never" said the young pressman,
who was conscious of a curious feeling
| Of nervous citation.
| Love and poetry and war, they are
| all experiences necessary to make a
complete life. Pass over those cart
ridges This Is a very mild baptism
that you are undergoing, for behind
these camels you are as safe as if you
were sitting in the back room of the
Authors club,
| "As safe, but hardly as comforta-
ble," said Scott. "a long glass of hook
ceptable. But oh, Mortimer, what a
chance! Think of the generals feel
| ings when he hears that the first &C.
ton Of the war has been fought by the
press column. Think of Reuter-, who
has been stewing at the front for a
| waakf Think IF tho ovorircr
just too late for the fun. By George,
that slug brushed mosquito off me !"
And one Of the donkeys is HIT
This is sinful. It will end in our
having to carry our own kits to Khar-
toum."
Never mind, my boy. it all goes to
make copy. = can see the headlines
Raid on Communications. Murder
Of British Engineer Press Column
Attacked Won't it be ripping?"
IT wonder what the next line will
be-" said Anerley.
Scott, rolling. over on his back. INC
harm DONE" he added, gathering him
self up again; "only a chip off my
knee. This Is getting sultry. I con.
fess that the idea of that back room al
the Authors club begins to grow upor
"We're having a 'appy day with
Fuzzy on the rush. I wish he would
rush."
; They're coming nearer"
This is an excellent revolver Of
mine If it didn't throw so devilisl
r high. always aim at a mans toes if
: want to stimulate his digestion. Or
Lord, there's our kettle gone!"
, / With a boom like dinner gong
Remington bullet had passed thru the
.. kettle and a cloud of steam Kissed vi
from the fire. A wild shot came from
, the rocks above.
"The idiots think that they hav.
blown us up. They'll rush us now al
sure as fate; then it will be our turf
to lead. Got your revolver, Anerley?'
II have this double-barreled fowlinl
piece"
{ Sensible man! It's the best weapon
t in the world at this sort of rough and
tumble work. What cartrfdges?"
: Swan shot"
8 ''That will do all right. carry thi
! big bore double barreled pistol loade,
: with slugs. You might as well try t,
, stop one Of these fellows with pea
shooter as with service revolver"
There are ways and means" sal,
Scott. THE Geneva Convention doe
, not hold south Of the first cataract. It.
), easy to make bullet mushroom by
: little manipulation of it. When wa
in the broken square at Tamal-''
'.wait bit," cried Mortimer, ad
JuStlIS liAS 6ioSSSS' lAAl1Ah ll1Sy
y coming down.
"The time" said Scott, swapping u
his watch, being exactly II minute
!. past A.
t NOW sit tight. Anerley. They'r
: They were, indeed. It was a brow
: man with green turban who heade
:. the rush. Close at his heels was negr
il with silver earrings giant Of ma
v and the other two were only littl
: behind AS they sprang over tn
y rocks, one after the other, it took Ar
i. erley back to the school sports, whe
II he held the tape Ior the nurdle race
n It was magnificent, the wild spirit an
g abandon Of 1t, the futter Of the check
2 cred galabeeahs, the CLEAN OF stee
the wave Of black arms. the frenzie