Cheyenne record., 1914-12-31

breath. "Out OF the way, or, by God!
I'll shoot through you."
There was the crash Of an opening
door.
whats this-this noise and shout
ing?" came a deep voice.
Holton, watching his enemy like
hawk, saw the revolver barrel defect
ed from him. the mans head turned in
the direction whence the voice had
come. Springing backward and side
wise like a deer, Holton shot across
the room.
There was loud report-a bullet
singed his hair. The next instant he
had leaped through the window, glass
and all, and was on the porch. From
here, as two bullets sped after him. he
leaped down upon the back Of horse
that was being held by a soldier.
Striking the animal with the butt Of
his revolver, he went careering of
through the darkness like rocket.
From the men on the drive, from
men on the porch, came a rain of bull
lets; and Holton, who had learned a
trick or two in the way Of horseman-
ship. slipped down along the animals
DOuy, AAAloCll SOA-
pletely. But the horse was exposed.
and a whining bullet pierced the steed
to the heart He suddenly plunged for
ward, throwing Holton to the ground.
then rolled over and was still.
Holton landed on his knees, and, al
though Jared. was not stunned. He
scrambled along desperately, regain
ing his feet, and struck out for the
woods, about hundred feet away.
He toiled on for two hours, distanc-
ing all sounds Of pursuit. and then
flung himself on the wet ground like
a tired animal and fell at once into
deep sleep. When he awoke the sun
was shining through the trees.
But 1t was not this that had reused
him. 1t was the roaring of field ord
nance and the racketing of small arms.
Evidently they were at it again. His
one thought was that this was the End
of July, and that on the morrow the
Spanish warships meant to dash out
of the harbor and attempt an escape.
His feet must be warned. That was
what he was there for, and this, from
now on. must be the single aim Of his
life, the one thought in his mind, the
supreme struggle of his body.
BY constant concentration upon the
object OF his mission, he brought his
mental condition into a sort of hys-
terra. The heat, too, had got into his
brain. AS he stumbled over a log he
would sob or curse. and once, when
he tripped and was thrown fat, he lay
for second, weeping like child.
| So he went on until once, upon
climbing a tree to ascertain his posi-
| tion, he looked down upon the upper
waters Of the harbor. He was on the
hills to the right, and another hours
journey would bring him within sig
nal of his fleet.
He struggled feebly, and then lay
back with the realization that, great
as was the exigency, he was not able
| to meet 1t. A sort of stupor, partly
hunger. partly fatigue. stole over him.
and he closed his eyes.
1t was night when he opened them
again. starlit night. At first he could
not recall where he was. Then he re-
membered, and with start remem-
bered why he was there.
He sat up and with difficulty got on
his feet. Then he walked. He did not
know he was walking; he had no con-
seriousness of moving, and no sense of
direction; but his subconscious pow
ers were leading him right. A breath
of pure salt air blew on his face. He
turned toward a line Of brush and
parted 1t, and there, below him, lay
the Spanish fleet, their lights. reflect
ed in the velvet waters, twinkling and
winking. He heard the chug-chug of a
steam launch, and several times the
murmur of a voice rose to his ears.
Farther down, in the moonlight, he
could see the masts and funnel of Hob
sons Merrimac. Ships bells struck
as he looked. and the sound floated
sweetly to the hilltops.
He turned his face seaward and
walked along, partially revivified by
his rest. At length a sense of open
ness came upon him, the sensation Of
!, a vast void in front Of him. He
paused, and then stole noiselessly on
ward, until at last. passing through
growth Of manigut, the wide ex-
panse OF the Caribbean lay before
him.
Here he flung himself on the ground
and waited for morning. His limbs
were aching with almost unbearable