The Jasper news. [volume] (Jasper, Missouri) 1898-1924, 1909-04-08
nY. MARY HELEN FEE.

l1ittiSs Wy llttlt, Ytlttfy got tne BtOTyi
sont Of the boy. His home was In the
pueblo down on the coast, but, when.
the Americans entered it.; his father.
had taken him to the barrio In the
mountains. He and the woman had
been sent out as spies to watch the
trail-which the Americans had
missed. The woman was a servant,
and could speak no Spanish. but the
boy had been at school In Manila and
spoke Spanish fiuently The barrio
was not far from the trail, There
would not be a guard, for there was
mucha fiesta.
The expression of the men bright
ened, as they partially comprehended
this conversation; and Byrnton
actually smiled cheerfu1ly.
We're a fine lot scoundrels to at
tack anything he said; but / guess
we'll go down to the barrio take the.
insurrectoss and have a square meal.
'Mucha fiesta. eh2mucho pollo?'
The youngster grinned. Even his
inexperienced eye told him that the
Americans we're furnishing, and why
the lieutenant thought Of chicken,
Ready, boys?s said ByYnton. rs
Clark able to Gomez
The man who had tainted, reani-
mated by hope, scrambled to his feet,
and stealthily they picked their way
after the boy. 1t was not far.
We're too weak to beat that bush
much said Byrnton. We'll take a
look under the houses In minute.
Sentries, Milford, TO patrol. while
some of these men get food"
Truly 1t was mucha fiesta; and to
the starving, men the, food was. am,
brosia cooked rice, chicken. camates
or sweet potatoes, and fried bananas.
A I'VE must do the best we can with
them, said Byrnton. impatiently.
Lord! My hands itch for prest
dente or teniente who can talk Span
ish.e He. stood, with hand on, his
sword hilt, peering out across the
open palay fields, where the valley
broadened like a fan.
'Um-m.rn,' 2 he continued. reflective
~ Lets walk out bit.'
They followed dixie, swaying in
3 the narrow path as when walking
Z a railway steel at home. Mitford's
quick eye caught flash of movement
4 In a wallow to the right.
Got him!' he yelled, jumping OF
the dixie and laboring. waistdeep,
through the palay field. big game!
Get out o. there, you Kakhiak, or I'll
lift you out on my bayonet!" He
prodded In the mud.
There was a stir in the waIlow, and
figure heayed up, Shiny and reek-
ing, Its once spotless uniform was
slatey blue, its coffee-colored visage
was smeared and pathetic; but above
was & wiry pompadour and p OF
bright, Intelligent eyes.
Senior. gasped the refugee. regain.
ing pompous dignity, with his legs;
this treatment to one who has shown
himself the friend Of your racer"
Yes, we met a few other friends
this morning, said Byrnton. They
called on us unusually early!
The insuTecto's face grew puzzled
Amigo, Ell 2" queried the lieutenant
why, then, did you hide?"
The man gabbled Spanish. There
was a fiesta, and some one had said
! there was an attack. Not knowing II
\ lt>were Americans or insurrectos
4 Il see. Are there insurrectos In the
barrio2,
.'Of surety, no. All are loyal
Americans M b
Any arms p
No, senior"
.:You yourself are not an officer Of
insurrectos?p
The man denied, vehemently. Whilt
not openly avowing his sentiments
for who dared be honest in these
4 days?"-he had always secretly
tayored the American cause.
I l,I dare sayir commented ByTnton
Just dig into that wailow a bit. Nit
ford!,'
Sditford's punching and proddinl
finally unearthed Krag The pria
oner's face was a study,
Is How do you account for this y
asked Byrnton. sOh, you needn't III
ANY more. he added, YEARLY. Yon'i
account for II all right know that
And / know yoilr name and ofiicia
tank. Senior CAPTAIN. You are m,
prisoner.
Not at all disconeertsd Ia, The Capita
: s#elied with ofticial imp ortance.
~ want guides to the coast. ID
you know the trailg
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