The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-08-15

"Bueno, bueno!" laughed Captain
Torrejon. Your friend will show how
the fy ball should be caught, 81? Let
Us watch him."
Solano took two fly balls, each fair
ly we'll out. and backing beyond the
ring of Mexicans to get them. Loud
applause greeted his graceful handling
of the chances. Then BroCkett laid
the wood against the ball with ire
mendous power. The startled sphere
scared high, and Solano, starting at
the crack of the bat. raced under the
ball far down to the bushes edge.
Amid a yOlley of cheers, he leaped
high, pulled down the ball-and then
kept right on running, Before the as
founded MeXicans could realize the
trick, he vanished into the chaparral,
sprinting like a mailman. and with
him went the ball that contained the
messages to Gomez Esteral!
Juan Torrejon was n man to act
with promptitude, no matter what
the exigency. Horsemen could not
ride through the dense underground
into which Solano had vanished. but
twenty bandits were on his track q
moment later. The chief himself
sprang at Brockett with a snarl OF
fury, and made a lightning search OF
the prisoner. The search brought
forth the envelopes in which the orig
inal missives had reposed, and Tore
jon, his fierce face lighting up a trifle,
carefully slowed them In his own ap-
parel.
He called a young Mexican to his
side and ordered him to act as his In
terpreter.
Tell the young man." said the
chief, slowly and with an apparent re-
turn Of good humor, that | was quito
sure his friend had not carried off
the papers, but that / wanted to make
sure-he will therefore pardon the
roughness of the searching process.
Five minutes before the other young
man went out to catch fly balls. deft
hands had been over his clothing and
found nothing. He, therefore, simply
ran away, and left his companion to
face the music. So be 1t. If he car
be caught, all right, all we'll and good.
If not, let him go his way-I give him
credit for a clever escape. You and
l. Senior Brockett, will meet the gen.
tlemen with the unpronounceable
names In a few hours-and we will
bargain with them. VIII it please
you to go on with the baseball teach
ings?"
Noon came, and the bandits who
had pursued Solano began to straggle
in. They brought 10 prisoner, and
declared that the young Gringo must
have been carried out and befriended
by the devil. Torrejon, courteous as
ever, made Brockett eat with him, and
asked him many questions concerning
the great game of the Americans, its
rules, its famous players. Towards
one o'clock a sentry at the western
edge of the clearing challenged loudly,
and a moment later two bandits es-
corted a huge German gentleman to
the presence OF their commander.
Baron Zollern bowed pompously to
Torrejon, and then smiled m~ockingly
at Brockett.
81 see, mein frient," quoth the
baron, "dot you vos, ad lasd, in safe
hands. We're ISIS your b%artner?"
The baron vas much worried at
the news that Solano had escaped,
but expressed marked relief at the
information hat the Cuban had not
succeeded in getting away with the
letters addressed to Gomez Esteral.
dot ISIS veil" he sighed, happily.
ut iss, perhaps, better yet dot he hat
gone-he can hat holdings to say. ind
dere ISIS but de Won left to disbose off.
Shall We get down to bitznoss? We're
ISIS de liddle ledders, g%aptain?"
A sentinel at the northern edge OF
the clearing gave challenge, and two
more OF the bandits came across tho
glade. With them walked a little