The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-03-06

ming. one after another. \ whistle
blew shrilly. other uniforms came run
ming, more whistles piped and almost
before he realized it he found himself
in the center of a pack Of lean faced
brown men who were struggling to
null him down and striking at him
with their clubs With a sudden wild
thrill he realized that this was no
ordinary street fight; this was deadly:
he must beat off these fellows or be
killed. But. as fast as he cleared them
away. others appeared as if by magic.
until a dozen or more were swarming
upon him like hungry ants Time and
again they dragged him off his feet.
only to have him shake them loose,
But he was felled at last. and a mo-
ment later. with head Keeling and wits
pickering. he was dragged to his knees
by handouts like those on Allan 5
wrists The pain as the chains bit into
his flesh brought him to his feet de-
spite the blows and kicks that were
rained upon him. crying hoarsely:
LET me 20. confound you. Let me
gor'
But a wrench at the gives took the
fight out of him. for he felt that the
bones in his wrists must surely be
crushed. One side of his head was
strangely big and numb. warm
stream trickled down his cheek, but
he had no time to think Of his condi
ton for his assailants fell upon him
with fresh fury and he reeled about
striving to shield himself Every move
ment. however. was construed as re-
sistance, and his punishment contin
| ued until at last he must have falnteC
from pain or had his wits scattered
! by blow on the head, for when he
recovered consciousness he found him
self in a filthy. i'll lighted room, flung
upon a wooden platform that ran along
the wall. evidently serving as a bed
Near him Allan was huddled. his black
| face distorted with pain and asher
with apprehension
"Where are we?" queried Anthony
as ne took in the surroundings.
This is the prison sar.'
Gee. I'm sick Kirk lay bacl
upon the platform and closed his eyes
Did they hurt you much?'
son. yes Very considerably.
Sorry | get you into it. Allan.
never thought they'd be so cranky
Again ne groaned Il want drink.
LET me get it, Those Spgsoties will
not give it TO You"
Allan went to the door and called t
the guard An instant later he re
turned with a tin cup.
81 guess they knocked me out" Kirl
said dazcdy. II never was hit lik'
that beforehand jailed! Say! w,
must get out of here. Call the chief o
the man in charge, will you? ! can
speak the language
"Please. sar, if you hanger then
they will beat us again"
BEAT. Not here?'
"Oh yes They might kill u.s.
"Thcy wouldn't do that"
"a white man they JAILED labs
h'autumn. and several of my people
have passed away in this prison. No
body can ear nothing. Nobody knows
what 'appens ere
"Oh well. they wouldn't dare touci
us-I'm an American citizen. I'll Motif.
the consul"
Reused at the mere suggestion, Kirl
staggered to the door and shouted lust
lily. A sergeant appeared with the com
mand to be quiet.
LET me out Of here" loudly demand
ed the prisoner. Il want the chief, O
the alcalde, or somebody in charge.
want to know what I'm booked for.
want to NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., don
you understand-and arrange bal
Quick, now" n
But the officer merely frowned a
him, obviously threatening resort t
force if this outburst didtnot cease a
once. Then he went away. An hou
passed, and he did not return. The
another hour followed. and Anthony
who had now begun to feel the effec
Of his drubbing more keenly. renewe
his clamor. with the result that hal
dozen policemen appeared. From thei
demeanor it looked as though the
were really bent upon mischief, bu
Kirk soon saw that an official ha
come in answer to his call. He fe
less treasured when he perceived thf
the person in uniform who now stel
ped forward was the same upon whol
he had turned the hose earlier In tn
evening.