The Caucasian., 1913-08-24
HOW DAN
DELIVERED THE
SENIOR
A Tale Of Revolution
In Mexico
BY ROY KILMAN

Big Dan. deputy United States
marshal, glared good naturedly at me,
and removing two huge feet from the
top Of his desk compllmented the floor
with their weight,
Wen" be growled. launching up
right his two hundred and fifty odd
pounds.
Without word | showed into his
reluctant hand my last story.
You fakiD little rascal" he grinned,
biting into the tobacco that In the
interest OF loquacity l presented him.
TITS not another line you can screw
out OF me. See? You ball it all up.
And them crazy guys give you good
money for that dope7"
They may and they may not"
answered, staring out Of the window.
Read 1t to me-"
From the tall OF my eye saw the
keen glance he shot at me. With ex-
aggerated nonchalance Dan handed
back the typewriter sheets. my
eyes amt much good any more," he
complained you read it,
When l finished my giant was doZ.
ing In common with most raconteurs
Dan was a poor listener. ! coughed
a modest literary cough and he sat up.
Eyes, yes; it'll do, | spose," he said
without Interest," "but did ever show
you this"
From a drawer in his desk he took
a folded letter reached for it.
"A minute. SON." he said with an
ominous look. I've had that letter
ever showed it to laughed
Dams feet. with a ponderous, hoist
like movement, went again to the top
of the desk and his eyes took on a
faraway expression. l sought to make
inconspicuons my presence in the
room and took pagan vow never
again to wear red cravat.
Maybe you don't know it," Dan re-
sumed, after moment, "but the fel-
las around these here Offices is kid
din bunch. And 1 get and give my
share, but when word come from the
L
Recaredo Meneses, pointed beard and
ALL back to Mexico, thought the boys
would never let up. 1t was 'durin' one
OF the hottest times of that revolu-
ton in the little pepper pod Of coun-
try, and they fggered the man who de-
lively doin's
tNow, no man-and you can clamp a
leg iron on the proposition-ain't look
in to get hisself shot full OF holes,
leastwise I amt, and l said so. When
it comes to tak1n' care Of myself
I'm right there, l referred incidental
ly to that too. But gun play! l didn't
like the outlook; didn't like 1t no more
than-than | like that red tie you
got on.
"Howsoever, it was up to me; the
fella was the queerest kind Of crit
ter ever ketched with capias. He
weighed just ninety-seven pounds on
the hoof, includin' whiskers, and
couldn't speak word Of English. But
he seemed able to read it-an' that's
somethin' / don't understand either:
how fella can read it and not talk
1t, eh?
appears he'd got in some sort Of
trouble down there. Been a station
agent or somethin', and he'd let the
rebels into the railroad warehouse,
n 0t Of mi
ton intended for the government
troops And while the government
got it's ammunition finally, it came in
small doses at about the rate Of
mile a second, to all of which they
made due, proper and legal objection.
"Well. after that the seenyor doped
it out he didn't stand no more chance
with the fellas runnin' the bull fight
than tramp steamer with no juice
in her boiler and me after her with
writ. So he let loose couple Of
vivas, filled in half a dozen blank
railroad orders for transportation for
hlsself, and hit the trail for Gods
country, armed with typewriter.
"Our government, hearin' Of Mex
lean who was deadheadin' it all
over the q. s. on forged railroad
orders, starts a search for him and /
pick up my man right in this town.
"At the hearin' before the United
States commissioner, seems the
seenyor told the interp'ter the Mexican
government didn't honest want him
for maxim out the orders for tickets
without authority-that's larceny and
what he was bein' extradited for-but
for letitn' the rebels get that ammuni-
ton, and Seenyor Recaredo Meneses
iggered that soon's they got him down
there they'd line him up in front of g
stone wall and shoot him. But he
was ordered extradited and I get the
| lob to take him to Mexico City.
.As I said, they's kiddin' bunch
round here, and when the boys found
was elected, what they didn't pro-
phesy for me want worth thinkin'
up. Meausime the fghtin' was goin'
on fierce. and, hopin' things'd ease up
| q hit was Kind of nurSin' the trip