The Carlisle independent., 1918-05-09

d clank and rattle and clash of metal upon the flags; and then-Sebastian turned upon his tormentor, free man, save only for the wide iron bracelets and their connecting chain. He was quite insane. His face was frightful to behold; it was apelike in its animal rage, and he lowered above his master like some fabled creature out of the African jungle of his forefathers.
 Sebastian's fists alone would have been formidable weapons but they were armored and weighted with the old-fashioned, hand-wrought irons which Paneho Cueto had locked upon them. Wrapping the chain in his fin gers. the slave leaped at Esteban and struck, once. The sound of the blow was sickening, for the whole bony structure of Esteban Yarona's head gave way.
 There was mortified cry from the other white men. Don Pablo Peza ran forward, shouting He swung his machete, but Sebastian met him before the blow could descend and they went down together upon the hard stones Again Sebastian smote, with his mas sive hands wrapped in the chain and his wrists encased in steel. and this time it was as if Don Pablo's head had been caught between a hammer and an | anvil. The negro's strength, exceptional at all times, was multiplied tenfold he had run amuck. When he arose the machete was in his grasp and Don Pablo's brains were on his knuckles
 It all happened in far less time than it takes to tell. The onlookers had not yet recovered from their first conster- nation; in fact they were still fumbling and tugging at whatever weapons they carried, when Sebastian came toward them, brandishing the blade on high. Pedro Miron, the advocate, was the third to fall. He tried to scramble out l of the negro's path, but, being an old man, his limbs were too stiff to serve | him and he went down shrieking.
 By now the horses had caught the scent of hot blood and were plunging furiously, the chatter of their hoofs mingling with the blasphemies of the riders, while Sebastian's bestial roar. ing made the commotion even more l hideous.
 | Esteban's guests fought as much for their lives as for vengeance upon the slayer. for Sebastian was like gorilla l; he seemed intent upon killing them all. He vented his fury upon whatever came within his reach; he struck at men and animals alike, and the shriekS of wounded horses added to the din
 It was frightful combat. It seemed incredible that one man could work such dreadful havoc in so short a time Varona and two of his friends were dead two more were badly wounded, and a Peruvian stallion lay Kicking on the Tagging when Col. Mendoza Lin ares finally managed to get bullet home in the black mans brain.
 Those who came running to learn the cause of the hubbub turned away sick and pallid, for the paved yard was shambles. Rancho Cueto called upon the slaves to help him, but they slunk back to their quarters, dumb with ter TOT and dismay.
 All that night people from the town below came and went and the quinta resounded to sobs and lamentations, but of all the relatives of the dead and wounded, Donna Isabel took her be- reavement hardest. Strange to say, she could not be comforted. Now, when it was too late, she realized that she had overreached herself, having caused the death of the only two who knew the secret of the treasure. She remem- bered. also, Sebastian's statement that even the deeds of patent for the land were hidden with the rest, where ten thousand men in ten thousand years could never find them.