The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-07-25


ed to hold a council of war, confident
that, even in the gathering night no
spy could approach them close enough
to cause annoyance.
II believed, when we started" said
Brockett, that we could wander
around New York till some time to-
morrow night, and make so many turn
ings that no one without a flock OF
bloodhounds could ever find us. l
think differently now, thought can
hardly say why. For my part, think
we should lose ourselves in the mazes
of this burg for a few hours only, then
recross to Jersey and be on our way
by a midnight train. How about It,
Ramon?"
Fully agreeable" replied the Gu
ban. "In fact, was just planning out
route that won't consume much
time, but ought to tangle-foot anyone
who is exhibiting a loving interest in
us. How is this: Walk to Sixth ave
nue. and Twenty-third street. Take
the l. road to Forty-second. Trot
over to the Grand Central station OF
the subway, on Forty-second, and ride
to the downtown district, getting off
We will say, at Canal. Walk over to
the Bowery, mix in with the crowd
turn into Mott or Doyers street-in
Chinatown-and travel fast to the lit
tie park at Mulberry Bend. Cut
through the park, and keep on west
to Broadway. Ride up Broadway to
Twenty-third again, then cross over
on Twenty-third to the ferries. How
does that seem for course that will
bother anybody to follow?"
Looks good to me-" briefly an
swered Brockett, rising. Lets start
in a hurry" And glancing over the
little park and the adjacent streets
without seeing any sign of inQuisitive
followers, the boys struck out on their
devious journey. They reached Twen-
ty-third street and Sixth avenue in a
few minutes, seated themselves on
the bench beside the uptown tracks,
and allowed two trains to pass with
out making move to board either
one. A third train rolled up; the
youngsters waited till the gate was
shutting, and then dove through with
a headlong plunge, earning the execra-
tions of the guard.
Seems to me-" laughed Brockett as
they gazed at the glittering panorama
of New York, spread below them, that
anyone who might have been trailing
us this time had to come over locked
gate or lose out. That was the quick
est move we've made yet"
The Cuban shook his head. Il hope
we are shaking ourselves Free" he
commented, but, somehow, I'm wor-
ried. | have a depressed, gloomy SEN
sation-as if | knew something was
sure to happen-something that l
can't describe or even imagine. l
hope I'm wrong-a few more hours
and we shall see."
They disembarked at Forty-second
and paced rapidly east in that strange
thoroughfare-the leading annex to
Broadway. A foreigner wandering
westward from the station halted
them to ask the name of some street
whereof neither lad had ever heard;
a storm of automobiles seemed to
burst upon them at Fifth avenue, and,
to the supreme disgust of Solano, a
little, chocolate-colored man, with a
twisted mustache and beady black
eyes, hailed him in effusive Spanish,
delaying their progress for a minute
or so.
Venezuelan" Solano explained, as
they hurried on. Confirmed revolu-
zionist. Used to make headquarters
in Havana when the revoluting trade
was slack, and called several times on
my father. Wish he hadn't recognized
me-he called out my name almost as
loudly as your friend McGinnity called
yours"
In the great station of the subway
the boys adopted the same tactics
they had practiced at the IL" road
permitting several trains to go by,
and then bolting aboard the next one
just in time to escape jamming in the
gate. They were whizzed downtown
rapidly enough, and crossed eastward
in Canal-a thoroughfare tina: is full
of life and bizarre transactions
through the day, but dark and we'll
nigh empty in the night.
Fine, lonesome region this, Ra.
mon," muttered Brockett, keeping a
vigilant eye to right and left as they
paced along.
Il forget which Of the great New
York gangs is in charge of this par.
| ticular section" said the Cuban
whether the Five Points or the East,
| mans"
According to the magazines, II
Brockett responded, this must be the
very heart of the territory where the
Apaches of New York hold forth. In
case of a hold-up, don't stop to argue
shoot, and keep right on running"
The Eastmans and the Five Points
however, did not seem to have ever
| outlying sentinels in Canal street, and