The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-06-06
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When Brockett's senses returned,
his head was humming and buzzing,
while strange, confused noises seemed
to struggle with II another for the
right to add extra discomfort TO his
dazed and throbbing brain. He pulled
himself to his knees, and vas imme-
diately tumbled down again by the
fall of some heavy body across his
back. A vigorously kicking foot, at
tached to a squirming leg, caught him
In the side, and helped to drive the
dizziness away. A twisting mass,
jerking and heaving systematically,
carrOmed against him, upsetting him
for the third time just as he was re-
gaining his balance. Part Of the mass
anne almost under his own face as he
struck the walk, and, even in the dark
ness, he could recognize the features
Of Mr.. Yazimoto, distorted with fury
and with pain. Brockett reached over,
clutched the throat of the little man
with fast-returning strength, and
strangled grimly, mercilessly, till the
Japanese lay limp and motionless, all
the fight choked out Of him. Then a
small, solid figure climbed off the legs
of the PROSTATE prisoner, and sour
ried in the direction of the street.
lamp. A moment later the light
cleaned out IN all its pristine radi-
ance, giving the bewildered Brockett
a chance to survey the scene OF bat
tie.
Mr.. Yazimoto, very limp and very
inOffensive, was stretched u under
Brockett's knees. Ten feet away Ra-
mon Solano was viciously kicking a
man who was still fighting, although
down and at an overpowering disad-
vantage. Evidently badly hurt, and
hardly able to drag himself along the
ground, this dauntless warrior was
trying to crawl to closer quarters with
the Cuban, who stepped lightly back
ward, waited till his victim anne in
range, and then drove his foot crash
ing into the body Of his enemy. The
small figure which had vanished to-
wards the street-lamp r~eappeared,
flung itself upon Solano's adversary
and pinned him down. Aside from
making captives of the beaten assail-
ants, the fight was over.
Brockett and Solano tried to help
their prisoners tC an upright position,
but neither Mr.. Yazimoto nor his ally
seemed to have as much strength as
a limp rag. Aided ably by Mike Nc
Kane-the small but active partisan
in the recent struggle-the boys man
aged to drag the captives inside the
parlor, and placed them side by side
upon a sofa. Mrs. BrOckett and
Bertha, after assuring themselves that
none of the three champions had re-
ceived serious injury, sat fiuttering
and ~wide-eyed near the door, while
Brockett Intercepted the badly dam
aged Yazimoto.
Seems to me, Mr.. Yazimoto,"
Brockett began, that you owe me
quite an explanation. What's the
meaning Of all this excitement, any
how"
Mr.. Yazimoto looked up at his jail
er, and then at his fellow-captive-a
dark little man, as plainly Oriental
as Yazimoto himself. but as plainly
neither a Japanese nor a Chinaman.
Then a smile, a really pleasant, anna
BILE smile, overspread his bruised
visage.
Il make mistake, Mr.. Brockett.
Most misfortunate error. l plan hon
orably we'll, but this boy, this small
fellow, disarrange plans excellently
executed
"Surest thing you know, pal" APP
proved Mike McKane, gleefully. I'm
the discrranging kid when l get start
ed"
Il had suppose" Mr.. Yazimoto
went on, that there was excellent
chance that you might step from
doorway during evening. You did SO,
with exactitude. With the honorable
assistance of my friend-we not neces-
state to mention his name-I strike
you, not serious, not with brutalness.
There vas not, I honorably assure
you. the desire to kill or cause most
unfortunate inconvenience. trust
you will accord me the honor of frank
belief?"
why, with pleasure. Mr.. Yazimo-
to-" laughed Brockett. go on with