Tombstone epitaph., 1916-07-30

also kneN right well that the old miner woud leave no stone unturned to help him. If he could gain thirty. six hours at most and then manage to escape. he might still win out.
 He was by no means hopeless, though well-nigh desperate, as he drew down from the higher ground to the camp. well sheltered in the valley. He saw that more men were coming in presumably the talked-of re-enforce- ments.
 They saw him as he came down the hill and entered the fiat on which the camp lay. The horsemen. in a madly yelling crowd s~ent forward toward hirI, lariats circling, hors.s .-c::..Ssiiy caracoling about him, their ride-~ striving to see who should be the to get a rope about the neck of accursed gringo.
 Mercifully he forestalled their at. tempts by backing up against a tall mesquit bush so that the loops of their lariats could not settle about his neck Seeing his intention they voiced their disapproval in . renewed outburst of yells.
 Further designs upon him were pre- vented by the opportune arrival of an officer, who dispersed the crowd by the simple process of beating them about the heads with a stick
 Have you come from the house wonder. senor?"
 Yes. And I claim proper treat ment from you. sir. You can hardly claim to treat people in your pows. 5c gently when your troops are as out of hand as that
 T will take you to Fl General Obis- DO. senor," said the officer courteous ly. For your own sake. l warn you. do not anger him. His temper is a triae uncertain, owing to his having to undergo severe privatiops for the past week"
 A sentry slept in the doorway. From the interior came the smell of a meal that had evidently just been served
 Following his guide, Kynaston en- tered. Fl General Obispo, a squat little man, whose high cheek bones and full lips betokened his Indian an- cestry, looked up from the supper which he was eating by the simple process of stufiing as much carne seco in his mouth as that organ would hold, and then cutting of the balance with a none too clean knife.
 Fl general growled out . question. The officer explained who Kynaston was. In answer the general rose hast fly from the table, spat the meat from his mouth, and began such a furious tirade of scurrilous epithets as to be- come nearly epileptic. kynaston stood silent
 Take him away, Place him in the quartet tiii a conseio dc guerra tcourt-martiaD can decide what the fate shall be of any accursed gringo who dares kill one of our gallant soldiers, Here,"
 He tossed a paper to the officer.
 Let him see, capitan. that even in his own accursed country, where the pigs walk on their hind legs and talk and act as if they were indeed men, they are beginning to see that the revolutionary forces of our land are not to be withstood-the court-martial will meet tomorrow afternoon"
 He is in a better humor than l thought" said the officer to Kynaston. ''El viejo diablo (the old deviD gave you the paper. senor, not because he wished you to read 1t, but because lie himself cannot read, and wished to impose upon you-here is the cuartel. Can send you some blankets? fear the house will not be so comfortable as l might wish-Hola, there, hon. bres, A guard for the Americano,"
 And before he even realized that he was indeed a prisoner. Kynaston found himself showed inside the dirty interior. the door closed and a guard set outside
 Kynaston, seeing that he might as we'll take things coolly. seated himself on blanket that a peon threw in the door, took the paper from his pocket and disposed himself to read.
 The very first thing that caught his eve waa a six-colIrnn disnlay head.