Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-13
By HENRY SETON MERRIAM
Author of "The Sewers" "ROdcns Corner" r'
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Meredith had way of performing most of his toilet outside his tent, and while Joseph made his discouraging report he was engaged In buttoning bis waistcoat. He nodded gravely, but his manner was not that of a man who fully realized his position of i'm minent danger Some men are like this. They die without getting at all flustered. ..r
 There's not more nor two or three out of the whole lot that can put any trust in," continued Joseph.
 Jack Meredith was putting on his coat. ..s. .,s .-
 q know what 8 barrack room mutiny Is. I've felt it in the atmosphere, so to speak, before now, sir"
 "And what does 1t feel like?" in- quired Jack Meredith, lightly arranging his watch chain. s
 But Joseph did not answer. He stepped backward into the tent and brought two rifles. There was no need of answer, for this came in the sound of many voices, the clang and chatter of varied arms.
 "Here they come, sir" said the sol dier servant, respectfully mindful of his place even at this moment.
 Jack Meredith merely sat down be- hind the little table where his break fast stood untouched. He leaned his elbow on the table and watched the approach of the disorderly band of blacks. Some ran, some hung back, but all were armed.
 In front walked a small, truculent looking man with broad shoulders and an aggressive head.
 He planted himself before Meredith, and, turning with wave of the hand to indicate his followers, said in Eng fish:
 These men, these friends of me, say they are tired of you. You no good leader. They make me their leader"
 He shrugged his shoulders with a bideous grin of deprecation. gale.
 q not want. They make me. We go to join our friends in the valley"
 He pointed down into the valley where the enemy was encamped.
 "We have agreed to take f20O for you. Price given by our friends in valley"-
 The man stopped suddenly. He was looking into the muzzle of a revolver with a fixed fascination. Jack Mere dith exhibited no haste. He did not seem yet to have realized the gravity of the situation. He took very careful aim and pulled the trigger. A little pun of white smoke floated over their heads. The broad shouldered man with the aggressive head looked stupid ly surprised. He turned toward his supporters with pained look of in- quiry, as if there was something he did not quite understand, and then he fell on his face and lay quite still.
 Jack Meredith looked on the blank faces with a glance of urbane inquiry.
 Has anybody else anything to say to mew he asked.
 There was a dead silence. Some one laughed rather feebly in the back ground.
 Then I think I will go on with my breakfast"
 Which he accordingly proceeded to do.
 One or two of the mutineers dropped away and went back to their own quarters.
 Take it away" said Meredith, in dicating the body of the dead man with his teaspoon.
 And, look here" be cried out after them, do not let us have any more of this nonsense. It will only lead to un- pleasantness."
 Some of the men grinned. They were not particularly respectful in their manner of bearing away the mortal remains of their late leader. The feel ing had already turned. The position was not a pleasant one. For three months the plateau had been