The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-07-03
STORY OF SPY WHO
DIED FROM TERROR
Fear of Being Shot With Unloaded Rifle Held in
Hands of Man Whom He Knew
to be Dead.

Office, Captain Berwick said to the
colonel:
He doesn't seem to fancy the job.
I don't think his courage is of very
high order"
Colonel Voruba shrugged his shoul-
ders
He is a good spy" he replied,
cautious and cunning. They are
probably more valuable assets than
courage in his profession"
Il dare say" returned Captain
Berwick.
But know which l admire most. y
BY a curious freak of fate there
arrived at the headquarters of the
Calderan army, twenty-four hours
later, a deserter from the rebel ranks
who was to furnish the exact informa-
ton which Colonel Voruba required.
Thereupon an order was given for
an immediate advance. This move
ment, taking place so much sooner
than was expected, would very likely
put Morris Tyler in an extremely
tight corner. But the life of one man
was of small moment when so much
was at stake.
And spy! Well, no one bothered
much about a spy when he was not
required. In the meantime Tyler had
contrived to get to the top of the hill
of San Stefano without being observed
by the enemy's outposts or sentries.
He was, indeed, we'll within the cir
Gle of outposts when he reached an
abandoned building, which at one
time had been the boiler house of
sugar plantation. 1t seemed to offer
a safe hiding place from the security
of which he could observe what was
was going on in the rebels camp
without himself being seen. He crept
inside and laid fat down upon the
floor. About half a mile away he
could see the camp fires glowing in
the darkness, and nearer still the
squat shape of the fort showing black
against the night sky. Picturesque
insurgents were passing to and fro,
and few were seated by the fires
playing cards.
The spy could think of no plan by
which he could learn the number of
guns in the fort, nor where and how
those that were outside were con-
cealed and placed. But the thought
of the high pecuniary reward if he
succeeded in gaining the information
kept him at his post.
"It isn't often one can make $500
by one nights work.
Of course he was quite unaware
that the information was already in
the hands of the commanding officer
of the government troops.
After time the camp became 81
lent, even the card players giving up
their games and stretching them
selves out on the ground to sleep. On
ly the sentries remained on the alert
but between him and the fort there
were three. BY no possibility could
he get past them unseen, for it was
open ground.
The night wore on. He was tired,
but he dared not sleep. Once he NOV
ed about little to try to keep him
self awake, but a sentry glanced
sharply in his direction, and he quick
ly assumed a recumbent position on
the dirt floor of the building again.
A slight tinge of gray showed in
the east. 1t was getting near day
break. The spy told himself that he
would have to give up the task after
all, for it would be impossible to re-
main another twelve hours concealed
in this building without food or
water. He would make his way back
before it got too light. But he was
very sleepy. If he could only snatch
a few minutes-just to rest his eyes
80. A spy" exclaimed the man.
"Bueno! 1t will be promotion for me
for having discovered you. Don't
move" The rife was raised threat
eningly. eff you so much as move
hand or a foot I will put a bullet
through your brain. Yet / do not
wish to waste ammunition. A rope is
good enough for such as you!"
A twelve-pound shell from a field
gun had struck the building and re-
duced it to a ruin 1t was the first shot
fired by the government artillery in
their attack on the hill of San Ste
fano. The rebels were taken by sur
prise, became panic-stricken, and in
stead of shaping up to defend the po-
sition, began a hasty retreat.
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