The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1905-07-15

have had my shoulder erased BY bullet
q simple scratch have hardly noticed.
The Rev. Nathaniel Morse does not think
that his sacred character compels him to
Cross his arms, and, from the way no
works, one would not imagine that It
was the first time he has handled fire.
arms. Caterna has his hat shot through.
He utters something about thunder and
port hole, and then, taking most de-
liberats aim, shoots stone dead the ruman
who has taken such a liberty with his
best headgear.
For ten minutes or 80 the battle con-
tjnues with most alarming alterations.
The number Of wounded on both sides In
creases, and the issue is still doubtful
Faruskiar and Changer and the Mongols
have been driven back toward the pre-
cious van, which the Chinese guard have
not left for an instant. But two or
three of them have been MORALLY wound
ed, and their officer has just been killed
by bullet In the head. And my hero
does all that the most ardent courage
can do for the defense of the treasure
Of the Son of Heaven.
am getting uneasy at the prolonga-
ton of the combat. 1t will continue
evidently as long as the chief of the
banda tall man with a black beard
urges on his accomplices to the attack
on the train. Up till now he has escaped
unhurt, and, in spite of oil we can do, he
Is gaining ground. Shall we be obliged
to take refuge in the vans, as behind
the walls Of fortress, to intrench our
selves, to fight until the last has sue
%hnS ha
we cannot stop the retrograde movement
which Is beginning on our side.
10 the reports Of the guns there are
now added the cries Of the women, who
in their terror are running about the
gangways, although Miss Bluett and
Madame Caterna are trying to keep them
inside the cars. A few bullets have gone
through the panels, and I am wondering
If any of them have hit Kinko.
Major Noltits comes near me and says,
'This is not going WELL"
mo, it is not going we'll" reply, "and
I am afraid the ammunition will give
out. We must settle their commander
in-chief. Come, ma or-"
But what we are about to do was
done by another at that very instant.
This other was Fsruskiar Bursting
through the ranks of the assailants, he
cleared them off the line, in spite of the
blows they aimed ut him. He is in
front of the bandit chief, he raises his
arms, he stabs him full In the chest.
instantly the thieves beat retreat,
without even carrying of their dead and
wounded. Some run across the plain,
some disappear In the thickets. Why
pursue them now that the battle has
ended in our favor? And I must say
that without the admirable valor of
Faruskiar 1 do not expect any of US
would have lived. to tell the story.
But the chief of the bandits is not
dead, although the blood flows abundant
ly from his chest. He has fallen with
one knee on the ground, one hand up,
with the other he is supporting himself.
Faruskiar stands over him, towering
above him. Suddenly he rises in last
effort, his arm threatens his adversary,
he looks at him. A last thrust Of the
kandijar is driven into his heart. Faru-
skiar returns, and in Russian, with per-
feet calmness, remarks:
"Ki-Tsang is dead! So perish all who
bear weapons against the Son of Heav-
en-"
cTo hn continually