The Detroit times., 1915-11-19
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him open mouthed Among them
were men. sober men, whose iami
lies had been ministered to by an
angel sent from heaven little
white angel one OF these men sud.
denly sprang To his feet and
grabbed the bUaster by the scruff
of the neck-and. Notwithstanding
struggles carried him, pcll NELL,
from the wine shop.
Back in the Inn OF The Spanish
Don, the proprietor was protesting
that he mad not seen Gunner Neal
had not learned OF the Whereabouts
of the little white angel-Senorita
Annette Ilington \ dozen blue
Jackets were on hand-the surgeon
was there. Mrs, wild-eyed
IN the glare OF the smoky lamps,
was sobbing hystericaliy Inez
looked on calmly. Suddenly into
the midst OF this company was pro.
PEELED an intoxicated native bag
OF bones clad In a tumble of rags.
Another native pounced upon him
and shook him as terrier shakes
rat
This man, senor," said the sober
native curses on him--he knows
whore tho little white angel Is.
Come, he viii guild" us there. Tell
them. you dog
The dog told re didn't want TO,
but neither did he like the prick of
bayonets through his hide--so he
told. and then he led the way. BY
the tine they had reached the ont
skirts OF die town, tho whole town
was with theu,--n motley crowd
with torches, scythes. rakes- old
blunderbusses. anything - men
women. children, dogs.
Hernandez, in his hut. heard the
commotion He knew in his bones
what 1t was: Come on he cried
10 Pouto, we're going back into
that swamp sworo they should
not get away-you sworc il, too"
How viii we get there shiy
cred Ponto
The brute is a brute" said Hern
andez, where he has been once, he
can always find the way. Come
Lead on--lead on"
The brute. under the usual stimu
liant Of cuffs and blows. led on
Ponto followed At the edge OF the
swamp. Hernandez, With a wicked
smile dropped silently TO one side
and crawled behind clump o
bushes.
Safety first" he said TO himself
"Ponto and the brute will finish
them---and IL they don't return-ah
so much the more for me" HI
peered out. The searching party
had halted There was reason FOL
IT, II vas necessary 10 sober NJ
the guide. The surgeon was nd
ministering some strong lotion This
delay was picious-for Herman
dee
Out on that fateful islet in th'
center of the quagmirc. Neal, hi
eyes heavy lidded with sleep. wal
holding Annette I'm his arms. Snt
was oblivious Suddenly he WOKE
her up and sprang to his feet, draw
ing her with him.
Some one comes" he whispered
No sooner had he said 1t than the
brute was upon them. He seized
Neal as In wise. But Neal--S
trlckster in wrestling match -
wrlggled out OF his grasp. II,
seized a heavy stick and mnged a
the brute. The brute engaged hin
once again. Ponto tore the sticl
away from Neal. and whirling 4
about his head. brought. 1t dowr
with resounding crack upon Neal''
head
Neal dropped like a log.
Ponto. knowing the reason fol
haste, turned and looked about him
He was puzzled by Hernandezs ab
sence, but this was no time to won
der lie drew knife and started
toward Annette.
This time" he cried. "you shall
not get away"
Annette ran, crookedly. hysteric
ally. across the small islet. In an
other instant she was waist deer
in the quagmire, and still sinking
Ponto from terra firm lunged at heI
with his knife-but his lunge fell
short. Annette struggled away
tried to reach some place of safety
But her way was blocked by a va