Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-06-20

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 conceal
ed and placed. But the thought of the
high pecuniary reward II he succeeded
In gaining the infor nation kept hin,
at his post. -
7 TT isn't often one can make $500 by
one nights work"
or course he was quite unaware
that the information was already in
the hands of the commanding officer
of the government troops.
After q time the camp became 81
lent, even the card players giving up
their games and stretching themselves
out on the ground to sleep. Only 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 1t was open
ground. So ~ "a "a
The night wore on. He was tired,
but he dared not sleep. Once he mov-
ed about little to try to keep himself
awake. but a sentry glanced sharply
in his direction, and he quickly assum-
ed recumbent position on the dirt
floor of the building again.
A slight tinge, of gray showed In the
east. It was getting near daybreak.
The spy told himself that he would
have to give up the task after all, for
1t would be impossible to remain an
other 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.
II he could only snatch a few minutes
just to rest his eyes
$50! A spy!" exclaimed the man.
"Bueno! It will be promotion for me
for having discovered you. Don't
novel; The rife was raised threaten
ingly. IF you so much as move a
hand or a foot will put bullet
through your brain. Yet do not wish
to waste ammunition. A rope is good
enough for such az you!" igati
~ A twelve-pound shell from field
gun hat struck the building and re-
duced 1t to ruin. It-was the first shot
fired by the government artillery In
their attack on the hill Of San Stefano.
The rebels were taken by surprise, be-
came panic-stricken, and instead Of
shaping up to defend the position. be-
gan hasty retreat ~
b Morris Tyler was not Immediately
concerned with the running fight be-
tween the loyal troops and the rebels,
for the sounds of strife drifted further
away each minute from the ruined
boiler house. No other shot or shell
came near it. But he was much con-
cerned about himself. He could not
move. He was pinned down by some
timber from the fallen roof. and all
around him was a wreck Of shattered
walls, broken planks and beams and
debris which, bore no likeness to any
thing in particular. iaaE
He had been very nearly choked and
half blinded by the cluods Of dust and
acrid smoke, but he had received no
bodily injury beyond Few slight
bruises, Right across his body in q
slanting direction there was a heavy
wooden beam. It had Just stopped
short of crushing him, but It rested on
him with suficient weight to prevent
him moving.
.Luck's with me after ALL" he MUIR
INJURED. II am not hurt, and this beam
is not too heavy for me to lift. I can
raise It up and crawl
He paused with sort of gasp, for
his eyes, rowing round the place, had
rested on a cleaning rife barrel. It was
pointed straight at his head and there
was mans hand just behind the trig-
ger guard, his foreflnger resting on the
trigger. The man was the rebel who
had surprised him. He was lying on
his face amidst the wreckage, and
there was the blood streaming FROM a
terrible wound at the side Of his head.
A splinter of the bursting shell had
killed him.
The spy gave sigh Of relief. For a
moment he had thought that the man
was alive and was taking aim at him.
But his relief was Of short duration.
He did not like that rife pointing so
steadily at him, even though 1t was
only held In the dead mans hand;
and when he saw that the lower end
of the beam which was lying across
his own body rested against the mans
right forearm he liked 1t still less. He
could not move the beam upward; he
could only move 1t downward or side
wise. II he shifted It ever SO little 1t
was bound to press more heavily on
the dead rebels arm, and that would
cause his stiffened finger to press on
the trigger, which would fire the rifle.
The bullet would enter his-Tyler's-
brains, because his head was SO
wedged that he could not move 1t to
one side or the other. He could raise
It a little, but that would be Of no ad-
vantage. The bullet would take him
then somewhere about the mouth and
pass upward through the base Of his
skull.
He shook with fear like man with
the ague, and the sweat streamed
down his face. inadvertently he NOV
ed his body slightly, causing the beam
to shift its position the fraction Of an
inch. That caused the dead rebels arm
to move a little, and his stiffened fin
fer seemed to tighten over the trig-
ger. The spy cried out In his terror;
or at least queer sort Of croak pass
ed his lips, for that was all he was
capable of, as a parching thirst, and
the dust which had got into his throat
deprived him of his voice.
It was borne in upon the spy's mind
that he might lie there until he died