The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-05-18
CHAPTER u.
The Emerald Bell.


blur down in the valley that told him
that the man had not yet returned
with the new gear that should repair
the motor and allow his visitors to
leave.
MOT wishing to wake his guests, KY
naston stood by the fire, where break
1ast was cooking, rolling cigarette,
waiting till the stirring notes of the
mess call should tell the camp that
their meal was ready.
The first note brought Dorothy from
the tent. Smiling her welcome, she
came forward with outstretched hand.
For answer Kynaston motioned to
the little group of prisoners, who were
intently watching the cooks, eager for
the first really square meal in days.
ON" Dorothy walked daintily for.
ward, drawing her skirts more closely
about her as she edged into the lit.
tie group and addressed one of the
men in the vernacular.
"Cual distancia de su casa?" ("How
far are you from home?') she asked.
Instantly the man sprang to his feet
and swept off his ;o.nbrero in an ex.
aggerated bow.
"Muchas gracias, senora! It is not
often that 1t is given to prisoners to
have beautiful woman express SYM.
pathy for them. We are FIVE hundred
miles from home indeed we loyal
Mexicans have no homes. When we
cross the border, driven across the
line after fighting valiantly, our prop.
erty is contiscated"
A rumble Of mutterings from the
others attested the truth Of this.
Good morning, everybody!" cried
Mrs. Fame, joining the party Whats
up, Mr. Kynaston?"
Good morning, Mrs. Fane!" said
the lieutenant. Nothing in particu.
lar up; just showing off my prisoners
that's ALL
He told how the little group of fed.
erals had surrendered TO him, and ac.
quainted her with their complaint of
persecution.
It's shame!" cried Mrs. Fame.
Its wicked shame that when these
people wage legitimate war to sup
press rebellion the revolutionist party
should confiscate their little property
while they escape across the line tc
save their lives. What Is 1t, Mr.. XIV
naston?"
For Kynaston was openly grinning
III tell you. used to sympathize
with them myself before got to know
them. You see, what they tell you is
only half the truth. Mrs. Fame. Ask
hfm"-Kynaston pointed to the, Off
Ger" If his property is not going to
be confiscated by the rebels after due
process of law because tho law pro-
vides that the property of any person
In the state who shall seek refuge in
another country is confiscated"
The officer nodded and spat vigor-
ously.
"Por vidal These rebels are dogs
who live on the offal that their chiefs
throw them. Loot, pillage, and plum
der! They know no laws, sonora"
POGO a poco," said Kynaston, still
grinning. The truth of the matter
IS that when Huerta was in power and
the revolution was young, the federals
passed law which they called the
law of the absent ones'-to translate
freely-which was aimed especially
against the rebels. BY the terms of
that law If any person should take
refuge on the American side of the
line, refusing to submit to Mexican
law, his property should be confis-
Gated"
Exactly what he says" began Mrs.
Fame scornfully
Precisely. But when Carranza and
Villa broke and Carranza took over the
government, the federals began to
come across tho line and the revolu-
tionists began to put in force the law
that Huerta had passed."
All, ! see!" Dorothy Joined XIV.
naston in a smile at the good ladys
look Of enlightenment.
Il suppose we may as we'll have
breakfast, sergeant, IL 1t Is ready.
Keep the prisoners away from those
pack mules. I'll examine the packs
after we have eaten. Who is that
coming down the slope?"
Dorothy and Mrs. Fame both eager.
~ looked out across the desert in the
direction Of Kynaston's pointed finger.
Far away against the dead brown Of
the mesa slope, where the bowdeps
gave way to red earth and pinyon
pine they saw the figure of man
toiling his way painfully down the
hillside. seeking by the aid of a long
stick to learn the devious turns of the
tOrtuOus trail
why, he's blind!"
Kynaston started forward.
Look! See how he pokes forward
for each step before he moves his
feet; may be sand blindness.
Send a man over there, sergeant.
to help him down into the camp. Up.