Williams news., 1916-08-03

finding some way of getting to the. house undiscovered, Kynastor: scanned the ground in his front carefully. The hillside where he lay was cut up by many acequias, or little ditches, made by the rains of past years. These little ditches ran straight down the slope toward the house. Where these ran out into the burned alfalfa patches Esteod the Cottage, and beyond this again the corrals. and the stables. f'' Stid farther<te the south beyond the lines of the adobe walls, the ground sloped more gently to little stream bed bordered with escotton- woods, along which. the attacking party had taken up@its position.
 "H-m! It's a good thing for us that the house is between us and harm. We will try to work our way down that acequia to our [ left Come on, No1an!" ; a A
 E. So, belly down, n,sasScoyetes. crawl oh their game, the two. Americans very slowly began their advance on the be- leaguered house.
 One, two, three hundred yards they erept down the hillside Presently, when they reached point where the acequia opened out into the grass land, Kynaston would go no further
 We've got to stay here till we can attract their attention" he explained. If we go any farther we'll be shot at. WhileaB don't particularly mind being shot. at by greaser don't: covet havin' old Upton line his sights on me. | II RY.S1-- hat up on the end of your riflssso they can see it,P, :ss &k E a q !.
 The hat, thus showing above the edge Of the ditch, was presently seen by the defenders A shout from the rear wall of the cottage brought old MT. Upton to the massive door, which he threw open. Kynaston and Nolan saw him standing for moment with pair of field glasses at his eyes, scanning them curiously.
 Presently, reassured, he waved his hand. Still belly down among the red dust and the empty cans that for years had been thrown there from the house, the two soldiers .erept painfully i down through the chicken yard, past the pony corral, and so up into the back yard of the house itself.
 MT. Upton shook hands warmly with the youngster. F Where re your. men, Kynaston? \ Where Ere your uaen?e You never came here by yourself?"
 Whats the trouble?" asked Ky. ,,naston. we heard the firing and saw the flames; what was it?ss
 Hay corrals. Two: hundred tons Of new hay that those devils burned up for me. They sent word that if ] didn't pay them ten thousand dollars sf for what they call their war chest they'd burn the place." ]
 ."'Who are they?"8 N .k $"Rebels, ofscourse4. Some of villaa men. You never can tell who they are. They'd been down there since before daylight What re you going to do? Where re your men?"
 Five miles back Left lem. on the last ridge with ord CTS not to come up unless signal for 'em. I dare not start anything on this side of the line, you. know. You can pull out here by the same way thatswes got here and refugee across the line. to my men,.
 And leave all I've got in the world! No, thanks. But should like to get my daughter and Mrs. Zane out if we can. Can you ge, them across?" ''' =
 Sure thing. Come on."
 Come into the house and I'll get them started to pack up so you can get right back"
 Kynaston stood not upon the order of his going, but went at once, for the memory of the pretty Miss Upton was more than enough to send the blood flowing faster through his veins.
 Dorothy met him in the great hall. It was filled with smoke from the lower line of loopholes, where two of the employees of the mine were firing rapidly at the attacking party below them The smoke sucked back through the hall as MT. Upton opened the door.
 I'm more than glad to see you againr' cried Dorothy, as she gave him her both hands. How did you 1 get here and-why?"
 "To get you out he said quickly. But you must come at once We can't delay a moment. At any minute they may work around to flank you on the hillside, Upton, and if they do there will be no chance of anyone getting away from the house." Mrs. Fane, who had joined the group, was listening white-faced.
 You girls, get your things at once, ordered Upton. "Kynaston is right. He cannot cross the line to help us in force, and the only thing he can do is to take the two of you off my hands. Dorothy, Marion, go and get your things. Go, Isay! I shall stay here until something turns up. I do not mean to have this place footed without taking it out of the hides of the men who do it. Go. girlie.'