Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-04-10

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lower.
The squadron leader OF the Twar-
acks threw up long-barreled gun,
and his men halted. The saint
wheeled his bay clear OF the others,
10 that he was a plain mark to see.
or be shot at. The squadron leader
Of the black troop gaEed moment,
acknowledged the other with q gun
wave, then wheeled his horse and
galloped back into the shadows by
the way he had come, with his
horsemen thudding at his heels.
Friend of yours?" asked Captain
Kettle.
Nothing of the sort. Didn't tell
you lie was q masked Twarack? He's
pirate of the desert out yonder
TO the south and east, and guess
he'd come In here to raid the raid
ers who appear to be raiding your
steamer. Let's hope he'll continue
to do IT,"
you seemed to know his helm
signals?"
Precisely. And may suggest,
my good sir, that you don't know all
the international codes? You Euro
peans are in the very infancy Of
long distance signaling. And even
when we others in Africa show you
how to do the trick, you don't seem
able to learn. BY jove! look out
now. Here's the real thing"
A bowling mob In billowy white
draperies poured out from behind a
shoulder of the sand-hills, and the
night kindled and roared with the
discharge of their muzzle-loaders to
be effective, and barring camel
slightly hit dt was not that which
carried the LADIES', no damage was
done.
The damaged camel was allowed
to drop behind, and the others were
fogged and dagger-pricked into
something nearly approaching speed
The enemy were hard at work re-
loading; but charging and priming
musket Of true Moroccan build Is
work Of art and time, and before
more than a dozen of the weapons
could be hurriedly squibbed off
against them, Captain Kettle, the
saint, and Sir George Chesterman,
riding abreast, smashed down into
the middle of the enemy.
Each did terrible work with his
own weapon. Sir George had bor-
rowed a mace (that might well have
been carried in the Crusades) from
one of the escort, and acted and
felt, to use his own subsequent eX-
preston, like butcher gone mad.
The saint, with reins loose, and
used both hands to the Winchester,
and did not miss shot, although
he opened fire thirty yards away
from the line.
But Captain Kettle, who rode that
ramping black stallion as a sailor
rides, kept his head in this his first
cavalry charge, and did more dar'
scious enough of his bad horseman-
ship not to risk fancy shots. He
chose his man with deliberate aim,
and did not pull trigger till his re-
volver muzzle rested on the vic
TINS clothes.
Nothing but this desperation could
have saved him from being killed.
The mongrel crew along the beach
were every man of them as brave as
he; but when they saw his pistol
muzzle set fire to jellab after jellab,
they called one to another that Shai-
tan rode on the Sidi's bride hand,
and that 1t was time to be gone.
The attackers broke through, raj
lied, and charged back again toward
the rising dawn. The camels, with
legs flying to all the compass points,
sprawled along in their midst, and
the deck-houses on their backs lurch-
ed and pitched like mark buoys in a
tideway. But no sturdy wall of
raiders waited for them this time.
They drove their horses through the
skirts of a rout, and dubbed and
stabbed and slashed at white-winged
fugitives.
"Pull up" bawled Kettle, "and let
the rest go. Slow down, Sir George.
Halt there, you son-of-a-saint, and
give me a chance with this devil
possessed black horse of yours. He's
worried two men with his teeth, and
he'll eat you next If you don't get
out of range. BY james, do you
spawn of the mountains hear me?
Halt! Halt where you are. And
now wheel. Wheel back to the Ia
COON, or I'll turn loose this horse
at you. Sir George, I'm the last
man to spoil fight when one offers,
but we've ladies with us, and pres
emily, II you hammer them any
more, these jokers in the white
nightgowns will remember they're
quite eight to one, and they'll turn
and eat us without salt. Sir, shake
yourself together. and think of your
sister, and, anyway, give me that
damn club. Give it to me, / say