Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-10-09

are quite right, senor." he conceded.
Hernandez beckoned him to one
side. Listen, general" he whispered,
'I understand mine host of the plan
tation is very rich. Am right7"
The leader nodded. HE has much
gold somewhere hidden" he returned,
though we have tried in vain--by
peaceful means-to get it."
HE has" went on Hernandez,
some women gtests-Americans. If
you find the gold, senior, keep 1t. If
1 find 1t, I'll divide with you. But
the American women-they belong to
me-"
Women" unused the leader doubt
fully, women are always welcome
captives. senior"
"They belong to me-" said Herman
dez. "They are American women"
"Ah," exclaimed the leader. seeing
sudden light, ut is better. Ameri-
can women-we dare not deal with
them. You take the women and the
blame, senior. Otherwise. the United
States marines would be after US
they protect their women too closely,
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are fine"
He smaoked his lips. tits under
stood then" said Hernandez.
Early next morning mine host of
the plantation approached his guests.
Come with me upon the wharf" he
said, II have marine glasses. We
shall see what we can see."
Once there he handed the glasses to
Mrs. Hardin. Sonora" he exclaimed, ;,
tell us what you perceive In the dim
distance.
Mrs. Hardin took one look, and then
turned a radiant face upon Annette.
TITS the Albany-NeaPs cruiser" she
exclaimed.
Annette seized the glasses. "The
Albany" she exclaimed incredu-
lously, "what is the Albany doing
here-the last time we heard of her
she was approaching Martinique"
Inez Castro-still the pseudo Irene
Courtier-smiled. 'It Is that gunner,
Neal Hardin" she simpered; mo
wonder the Albany comes to lis. He
has followed me down. here"
She flashed her white teeth upon Joe
Welcher. You don't blame me, Joey,
do your" she inquired.
Joe took the glasses. They're
landing the militias-the Marines" he
cried; something's going on
The planter beckoned to q servant.
Horses for the party" he exclaimed;
"we'll drive along the shore and visit
them. / am partial to Americans
get along with them"
But the horses for the party did
not arrive-and for good reason.
Half an hour before. a plantation
hand, strolling to work from his hut
in the hills, in the cool of the morn
ing, was set upon by half a dozen
armed and drunken insurrectos. Had
they been sober IL would have been
all up with him. AS it was, he slip
ped nimbly out of their grasp, leav-
ing most of his clothes behind him,
and cantered yelling down the trail.
The insurrectos, enraged, fired
Mausers after him. Their shots went
wild. and on he sped.
He reached the wharf more than
half naked and painting for breath.
He fell down at his masters feet.
"Insurrectos--insu he ex-
claimed.
The master started. Then 1t was
shots I heard" he said. He turned to
his guests. Come" he commanded,
there is not a moment to lose. Fol
| low me at once"
He reached the veranda and blew
three shrill blasts upon a whistle. it
was a signal that seemed to be well
understood Immediately half q hun
dred blacks rushed into the scene,
ewes wide with terror, but ready to
obey orders.
Everybody in" he commanded;
"my guests will seek the bedrooms
on the second floor"
His guests obeyed-all except An
nette. She stood at the foot of the
broad stairs to watch,