The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-11-20
Copyrighted In Great Britain.
Continued from Page 2,

asleep, he obeyed the inward injunc-
ton. and in this way proceeded until
at last he fell into heap, dead asleep.
When he awoke he was shivering.
He realized his weakness but could not
understand it, being usually man Of
undertaking health, until it occurred to
him that he had not eaten anything
for nearly twenty-four hours.
But he had nothing with him to eat.
and he did not dare discharge his pis.
tol at the birds flying all about for fear
OF calling attention to lis position in
the jungle. So he arose, frightened his
belt as he had read Indians used to do
when pressed by hunger, and worked
his way on, still holding to the left.
Continuing thus he stumbled sudden.
ly upon clearing. which apparently a
large number Of soldiers had left not
many hours before. There were re-
mains Of fire and. better still, scat.
tered upon the ground were bits Of
bareback, a whole pineapple and an
abandoned kettle with some boiled rice
remaining In It.
Despite the suggestions of the prox-
unity OF the Spaniards, Holton sat
down and ate the most satisfactory
meal Of his life.
Having eaten, he retired little dis.
lance and lay back in the shadows.
The sun warmed him. and the stiffness
caused by the damp Of the night left
him. If, as he had feared, fever had
been in his blood. it had gone now and
this inspired him wonderfully.
He was about to descend when the
flash of something below caught his
eye almost beneath his feet. He looked
closely and caught the flash again, fol-
lowed by another flash, then by sew.
eral. A flash in this jungle meant pol
ished metal of some sort, and metal Of
any sort here meant only one thing
soldiers.
He strained his eyes downward and
then caught glimpses of a trail, partial.
ly hidden from his view by bushes. On
the side OF the trail nearest to the
eastward the land fell sharply away
into wide valley, the opposite sides
of which were bush and tree.covered
hills just as on his side.
And now as he looked, the situation
dawned clear upon him. For he could
see men moving. falling back along the
trail. and eventually debouching into
bushes on either side.
Holton's heart beat quickly. He re-
membered what the Spaniards had said
of Americans marching from the direc-
ton Of Siboney, and he knew that
right before his eyes the Spaniards
were arranging an ambush for them.
But what could he do? Almost any
moment detachment Of Spanish sol.
der might come upon him. His slight.
est movement would tend to attract
the attention Of some Of them.
What was happening? Suddenly
from the distance there came what
sounded to Holton like the clatter OF
steel on steel. He at once recognized
1t as the sound scabbard makes
when 1t strikes against spur.
Hastily he looked down at the Span
ish position, but not sign of soldier
could he see. The trail was deserted,
the surroundings were as quiet, as
peaceful as the heart of a jungle. 1t
was too quiet Holton thought.
| Suddenly the situation dawned clear
his countrymen were walking into
deadly trap! And he was powerless to
help them.
Then, as though voice had whis-
pered in his ear. he started up. Was
he helpless? Yes, If he was consider.
ing himself. II fear of consequences
10 him personally were to be weighed.
he was perfectly helpless. But not
otherwise. Providence could not have
smiled more benignly upon the Ameri.
cans than in placing him just where
he was-provided be justified the
| provdential processes with the nerve
OF hero.
He rolled half on his side, loosened
his revolver in its holster, and then
drew it out. No more sounds come
from 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 a campaign hat
appeared for an instant through a rift
in the high grasses on the valley side
Of the trail.
! Then. fastening 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 fo.ty-four tore through
the dead stiffness with nerve-racking
violence. 1t clattered across the val
ley In hundred echoes. And then, as
though both nature and man had been
shocked into hamilton. there followed
. few seconds of pulseless silence.
Again Holton's pistol rang out This
time, from the direction Of the hidden
advancing forces. there came several
short. sharp commands. As Holton
lay hidden. thankful that the Spaniards
had evidently attributed the shots to
some overanxious soldier on their own
side. he saw two Cubans steal along
the trail and behind them a gigantic
young sergeant IN the uniform of q