The Monticellonian., 1917-05-17

bluntly, appearing from behind sharp bend in the road. We've about c-eaught up with the main army"
 "Our army?" l "No-no, Pm sorry to say. I w-wtsh it was our boys in khaki. It's jest the other way round. Little brother" his eyes twinkled humorously "-don't 1 fferget your name is Vendre. We're about to jine the revolutionary army o-of Granada and strike up personal acquaintance w-with some particular lar friends of yours"
 Friends? Mine7 Don't be redic ulous !''
 That there Foreign Alliance o-of yours" concluded he, deliberately.
 In Il little while they fell in line with some thousands of Granadians on horse, who struggled in irregular files out of the night shadows.
 Ill Il thick cloud of dust a horseman advanced and serutinized the faces of the two newcomers.
 "The wolf hounds run wild under the stars while the srlngoes dance, senors," Bolero remarked casually, for it was he.
 'The red fox Is hiding in his hole" declared Adams, indicating to his dumbfounded companion to keep si- lent.
 Tt is enough grunted Bolero, see ing that Adams knew the countersign. Is this the"
 My brother1
 Ny masters will meet you when we reach Eaglita. The gringoes are some where in the neighborhood." He spurred his horse and dashed toward the head of the column.
 At daybreak camp was pitched at Eaglita, a western stronghold of the Bolerostas. By this time Pearls ex- citement had begun to subside and she to keep her ears and eyes wide open.
 You're all t-there. kid" commented i Adams during moment when they could speak freely to each other with out being overheard. I'm goin' to tell your d-dad what sport you are"
 Do you think I'll ever get away from here safely?" she inquired, anx- iously dropping her reserve for the once.
 Rest easy" he responded, mysteri- ously. Then he whispered: T kinda expect your d-dad almost any hour now" But he would not explain. And Il messenger from Bolero now arrived.
 sThe general desires to see you at headquarters-Senor Vendre, isn't it?" the messenger politely inquired, doff- <! ing his sombrero.
 The moment for which Adams had travelled far with his brave little companion was Ut last at hand. A slight pallor crept into his tanned fea- lures. Pearl looked at him wonder ingl3. "The brother will wait, he said, brusquely. And that was all he said.
 Tie messenger directed Adams to tower on the north wall. Here he met and exchanged greetings with the ehieftain, who immediately led the way to q narrow passage and down wind ing staircase into q dungeon room.
 Here, as anticipated, was q group of masked men. It WAS the Foreign Al lianee
 "'The Senor Vendre of Denmark has arrived messieurs,s announced the spokesman.
 Adams bowed, acknowledging the introduction.
 His brother is with him?''
 "YeS," responded Adams, briefly. Tn the camp"
 '.The senor will fetch him."
 Adams went for Pearl without rais- ing the slightest objection. He found her at the top of the staircase.
 "G-girl," he whispered, keeping his composure well; they want you d-down there. Promise me that no matter w-what happens you'll trust me-"
 Pearl, who saw that a crisis was near, in which Il part was expected of her, she knew not what, showed her matchless grit. Whether he meant to trick her, use her to gain his own ends or to substantiate himself in her eyes, now was not the time to stop and question, but to learn. So she
  him to proceed.
 When they entered the dungeon room, side by side, paper which had been spread on a circular table around which the Foreign Alliance sat, was hastily folded and passed to Boero- too late, however, for both Pearl and Adams not to see and recognize the canal defense plans.
 How did the document get there? Through Adams? Or had he, after all, told her the truth when denying that he had stolen the document and asserting that it WAS for the purpose of recovering it that the long journey had been undertaken? These ques- tions flashed into the girls troubled mind while the spokesman of the For eign Alliance rose and addressed his confreres.
 ''This is Senor Yendre's brother, messieurs," explained he in all ex- tremely polite manner. 'Js il not so?'' turning to Adams.
 It is So, milord,s stated Adams, - .SsyeS.a.als.
 "He seems to be a mere boy to be so celebrated chemist" reflected the spokesman. dubiously. Pearl saw them appraise her, and } stunned an indifferent demeanor. : 'He Is old for his years and SC } famed"
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