Bisbee daily review., 1913-09-07


 He is no< English; he is American
 Admiral Sampson vouehed for him. But at any rate. suppose he is an American? He might be that and still be writer for the English press"
 General Garcia arose decisively.
 'As you suggest" he said, T must sleep. There is yet much before me"
 There is much yet before us all" ]" g7umbled the officer. Good night, general"
 As Garcia turned to his tent the man walked to the fire; he leaned down. seized an ember and lighted a cigar. cite. The flames shone full upon his face.
 With a half gasp Hoiton arose in his blanket, and then. as the fellow strengthened up. he sank back upon the boughs. But his eyes never left the mans face.
 At length. with quick motion, the Cuban turned toward Holton, who had just time to close his eyes. Thus he lay tense, listening for the sounds that would have caused him to spring to his feet-the sounds of the mans foot. steps approaching him.
 But the sounds did not come. As Holton at length opened his eyes he saw the man writing by the light of the fire upon a small pad lying on his knee.
 You are indeed a good waiter, my friend" muttered Holton to himself, and rising from his blanket he walked noiselessly toward the fellow he had first seen in the dining-room at the New Willard.
 So deeply was the man engrossed in Was unnoticed by him. And for this Holton thanked him sincerely before he had gone two steps.
 He acted upon impulse in rising from his blanket. and without any defi- nite intention save that of accosting the man. But now the futility of doing this in the camp, with Garcia not yet asleep, and without any well-informed plans for dealing with him appealed to him forcibly. He stopped suddenly in his tracks and then stole back to bis bed of boughs.
 Holtons mind was in sore quandary as to what to do. Unquestionably this man held high place in the esteem of Garcia, who Just as certainly had no idea that he was a Spanish spy.
 AS to the conversation, Holton be- Geved he had the key to that; the spy was engaged in the process of poison. ing the minds of Cuban leaders against the Americans, plot which, if car ried forward successfully and rapidly might seriously affect the present cam, pafgn, and at the same time have a decided tendency to give point to cer tain relations already strained with several powerful foreign nations.
 One thing was sure, the moves of this man must be checkmated, and sharply. Just how was the question
 Holton lay there deliberating what he ought to do for more than an hour, and still undecided when the spy set tied things for him by slipping his pad in his pocket and walking toward his horse. He stood for a moment there, his head turned. toward Garcia's little hut of leaves and grasses. and then mounting ho rode off down the trail
 Holton now lost no time in deciding on his course. Obviously it was to the interests of his government that this man be watched, and so waiting for minute until the bushes had closed be hind the spy, he stealthily started fn pursuit
 After leaving the lines. Holton quick ened his steps, keeping well within the shadow of the bushes until he was within fifty feet of the rider. Present. ly the bottom of the mountain was reached, and the spy continued on through the manigua jungle. As he broke through into the open. Holton made little detour and came out on