The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-08-26
In the Camp of the Enemy
A Local Polo Story BY Honolulu Girl

crash. After an instant the men came
out of the heap. The blue shirt had
lost his left stirrup, but he jumped TO
his saddle and was of. Not such good
fortune for Adams. He got his horse
up and mounted. The oeast would not
stir He spurred him hard, dashed him
with his polo mallet. For answer he
got only a trot Adams groaned. The
Kauais were gone-three men could
not so much as hold the score down,
His last horse-curse the luck of it!
He came to the side-lines dishearten-
ed, beaten, and he looked up to meet
Helen Martins eyes. In a flash she
bent toward him.
Here, Mr.. Adams" she said excited
ly. take my mount. He's Charcoal,
you know" she urged as he looked his
amazement.
Quick, take him, he's good for it. .
and she was off the horse as she spoke.
He stood hesitating. But he
began. 1
$50, CO." she commanded.
There was no time for Adams to
gather his thoughts together. He
sprang to the saddle and Charcoal
galIoped off in unrestrained delight.
The horse knew the game and loved
it. He was fresh for his work and it
was just the situation to run in on-the
ball went toward the home goal with
a blue shirt having it all to himself
one stroke and the fellow could put it
between the posts.
Adams caught him and, leaning well
over on the left, cut in with a strong
E1 -fT lra 10 Char
coal, turned, and was following up his
ball before his opponent could stop his
horse. One of Kauai's men picked it
up. drove it down for another thirty
yards. Charcoal was in his element.
All there was in him went into his
gallop. He swerved to one side to
avoid being ridden off and the spec
tators held their breath. Would it cost
his play? At the moment of
the swerve is rider reached far out
till only his left spur, dug into the
seat of the saddle, held him. A swift
stroke and he made the ball. 1t was a
spectacular play and the crowd gasp |
ed ct his nerve. One more stroke and |
he would make a goal. The whole field /
was on him, pressing hard, his own /
men to make it if he failed, the others
to backstroke it into their own terri
tory. Neck to neck with Adams DASH
ed one of the blue shirts. Charcoars
blood was up; every muscle strained;
ne spurted and gained length. AL
most under his nose rolled the ball.
Adams made a clean drive square be-
.ween the posts.
The crowd went wild. Men cheered
Ind women waved parasols. But by
he time the teams left the field the
spectators had settled into q state of
coherent congratulations.
When the first rush was over Martin
anne over to Adams.
well, old man, you and Helen turn
d my own gun on me, didn't you?
Don't blame you a observes me right
or not taking Charcoal myself. Co
'ver and tell her Wen wait tell the
rowd gets out and then all three of
IS will ride home together"
The brother overlook them half an
our later just as they were starting
Iown the road. He looked at them
With apparent carelessness. Adams,
With his muddy riding trousers and
cots, red shirt and bare head looked
very bit the splendid fellow he was. :
AIiu I1SiSh-oiIS was Soou ~ Aooh uPohs
4 her trim black skirt, white waist,
nd stock.
Sorry to go off in such hurry
aid Martin, "but I'm due in town in
alf an hour" Then he looked up with
twinkle in his eye.
I'm coming home after a while to
AXE an inventory of my belongings.
-ou may be running off with some
hing else
Adams met his eye firm and square; I
hen he looked at Helen.
II intend to- he answered
ALICE BUNKER KLUEGEL, '0S.