The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-06-28
CHAPTER XII.
When the World Ran Backward.

ESteban went about his plan of de-
stroying Pancho Cueto with youthful
energy and Zest. First he secured, at
some pains, half-stick Of dynamite, a
cap and fuse, and gallon vr more of
kerosene; then he assembled his fol-
lowers and led them once again into
the San Juan.
La Joya was still tenanted when
early in the evening it's rightful owner
arrived the house and some of its out
buildings showed lights. ESteban con-
cealed his men. While the horses
cropped and the negroes rested he fit
ted fuse and cap to his precious piece
of dynamite.
Now while Esteban was thus busted,
Pancho Cueto was entertaining an un-
welcome guest. In the late afternoon
he had been surprised by the visit of
dozen or more volunteers, and mas
much as his relations with their colo
mel had been none of the friendlest
since that ill-starred expedition into
the Yumuri, he had felt chill of ap-
prehension on seeing the redoubtable
Cobo himself at their head.
The colonel had explained that he
was returning from a trip up the San
Juan, taken for the purpose of round
ing up those inhabitants who had been
dilatory in obeying the new orders
from Havana. That smoke to the south
ward was from fires of his kindling {:
he had burned a good many crops and
houses and punished good many peo-
pie, and since this was exactly the sort
Of task he liked he was in no unpleas-
ant mood. He had demanded Of Cueto
lodging for himself and his troop an
nouncing that part of his command
was somewhere behind and would re-
join him later in the night
0ueto had welcomed his visitor In
all humility; he put up the soldiers in
the bate of the sugar mill, and then
installed Cobo in his best room, after
which he ransacked the house for food
and drink and tobacco.
When Cobo finally took himself Off
to bed Cueto followed In better spirits
than he had enjoyed for some time.
VI oht IL was CtdDic W lOOh
forward to a night of undisturbed re-
pose. Pancho's apprehensions had fat
tened upon themselves, and he had
been living Of late in a nightmare of
terror.
But 1t seemed to him that he had
awakened by tremendous vibration
and found himself in the center of the
floor, undecided whether he had been
hurled from his bed or whether he had
leaped thither. Still in a daze. he heard
| shout from the direction of CobO'S
room, then a din Of other voices, fol-
lowed by rush of feet; the next in
stant his door was flung back and he
saw. by the light Of high-held torches.
| Esteban Varona and a ragged rabble
| of black men. Cueto knew that he
| faced death. He lodged a blow from
| Esteban's dubbed rifle only to behold
| the flash of machete. Crying out
| again, he tried to guard himself from
the descending blade, but too late; the
| sound of his hoarse terror died in his
throat. half born.
Quick. Soak the bed with oil and
fire It," Esteban directed; then he ran
out into the hall 10 investigate that
other shouting. He found the chamber
whence 1t issued and tried to smash
| the door; but at the second blow he
heard a gunshot from within and the
wood splintered outward almost into
his face. simultaneously, from some
where outside the house. arose the
notes of a Spanish bugle-call.
Young Varona waited to hear nc
more. Nor did his men realizing the
peril into which they had been led
they bolted from the house as fast as
they could 90. There was no need fol
questions; from the direction Of the
sugar mill came beloved orders ant
the sound Of men shouting to theil
horses. Evidently those were troops
and trained troops, too. for they tool
no time to saddle; they were up an(
mounted almost before the marauder.
had gained the backs Of their own ami
mails.
Instantly there began a blind battl,
In desperately cramped quarters
Rideys fought stirrup to stirrup will
clubbed rifles and machetes; saddles
were emptied and the terrified horse
bolted. Some of them lunged up tn
banks, only to tumble down again
their threshing limbs and sharp-sho'
hoofs working more havoc than blow
from old-time battle hammers.
OF course. after the drst moment o
conflict, Esteban had not been able I
exert the least control over his men
In faet. he could NOT make hirasel
h>srA. Nor oouid hs spare the bseau