Bisbee daily review., 1913-09-07

He rolled half on his side, loossned his revolver in its holster, and then drew it out. No more sounds come rom the trail. and yet. somehow, there was the impression of movement down there. a subconscious feeling of the ap- proach of men.
 Holton, his eyes strained ahead. his ears alert for the slightest sound, started convulsively as q campaign hat appeared for an instant through a rift in the high grasses on the valley side of the trail
 Then, flattening himself rigidly upon the ground, he pointed his pistol in the direction of the Spaniards beneath him, and pulled the trigger. The sharp report of the torty-fouT tore through he dead stiffness with nerYeraoking violence. It clattered across the val ley in a hundred echoes. And then, as though both nature and man had been shocked into hamilton, there followed a few seconds of pulseless silence.
 Again Hoiton's pistol rang out. This time, from the direction of the hidden advancing forces, there came several short. sharp commands. As HOlton iay hidden, thankful that the Spaniards uad evidently attributed the shots to some overanxious soldier CD their own side. he saw two Cubans steal along the trail and behind them a gigantic foung sergeant in the uniform of Rough Rider.
 Close behind him were four men. They were picking their way stealth fly. There was no question that Hol- tons shots had the desired effect.
 Then, as he looked, several long, Iancelike lines of flame darted out of he bushes in which the Spaniards lay. The valley resounded with racketing uproar. He saw the big Rough Rider sergeant stop short with a look of sur prise upon his face, saw his jaws set grimly, saw him advance a step, and then heave forward on his face, block ing the trail with his body.
 The bushes beneath Holton were now darting sheets of flame and the gases from the smokeless powder drift ed upward and Into his nostrils.
 From the American side he heard crashing as the main body rushed up into action or deployed into the grass to the eastward of the trail and then suddenly out of the thicket came the roar of the Krags. Holton thrilled with pride as he noticed that the aim of the Americans was low and that the shooting discipline was excellent. 2
 The firing was incessant and Holton, whose activities with his revolver had brought volley or two in his direc- tion, now ceased firing and began to work his way into the valley toward the American position. He had not gone far when the advancing lines swept upon him.
 Hello, Bud,' cried tall. swarthy. faced sergeant from New Mexican ranch. "what're you doin' way out here?"
 Holton smiled and was about to re- ply when a red light suddenly flashed before his eyes and he clapped his hand 10 his forehead, for 1t seemed as though a red-hot brand had suddenly been clamped upon it Then merciful: ly came darkness.
 And as he lay thus in the tall grass. his eyes closed, blood streaming down his cheeks and coagulating in the hot sun, the Rough Riders met the regui lars from across the valley, while four companies reyolyed around the left end of the hidden enemy ars then. as the Spaniards later put it, they start ed to catch us with their hands,"
 For a mile and a half these men, who had marched into what apprexii mated q deadly surprise, chased the Spaniards, sent them flying hastily from three successive barricadesi until finally, in utter route, they abandoned all thought of further Interference with the American movement and fell back on the trenches before Santiagos
 But Hoiton did not witness this triumph of Guasimas Long after the thin blue line had swept on up the val ley he lay as he had fallen. vultures flying over him and terrible Iand-orabs rattling about, seeking for that food which death alone makes palatable to them.