The Red Cloud chief., 1918-07-18
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| see: j had finished telling you about
the fight ut La Joya. l was telling you
how tainted. Some good people found
| me few hours after I lost conscious
ness. They supposed had been at
tackled by guerrilas and left for dead.
Finding that still had life in me, they
took me home with them. They were
old friends from Matanzas by the
name of Valdes-cutured people who
had fled the city and were hiding in the
manigua like the rest Of u.s."
mot Valdes, the notary2"
"The very same. Alberto valdes and
his four daughters. Heaven guided
them to me. Alberto was an old man;
he had hard work to provide food for
his girls. Nevertheless he refused to
abandon me. Oh, they were faithful
patient people! You see, I had walked
| east instead Of west, and now I was
miles away from home, and the coun.
try between was swarming with Span.
iards who were burning, destroying,
killing. You wouldn't know Matanzas,
OReilly. 1t Is desert.
II finally became able to drag myself
around the hut. But I had no means
OF sending word to Rosa, and the un-
certainty nearly made me crazy. MY
clothes had rotted from me; my bones
were Just under the skin. I must have
been shocking sight. Then one day
there came fellow travelling east with
messages for Gomez. He was one of
Lopez men, and he told me that Lo.
PEE had gone to the Rubi Hills with
Maceo. and that there were none of
our men left In the province. He told
me other things. too. IL was from him
that / learned" Esteban varona's
thin hands clutched the edges of his
hammock and he rolled his head weak.
ly from side to side. "It was he who
told me about Rosa. He said that Cobo
had ravaged the Yumuri and that my
sister-was gone!"
"There, there We know better now"
O'Reilly said, soothingly.
ut was a hideOus story, a story Of
rape, murder. l wonder that I didn't
go mad. 1t never occurred to me to
doubt, and as matter of fact the fel-
low was honest enough; he really be-
lieved what he told me. After the
man had finished felt the desire to
get away from all I had known and
loved, to leave Matanzas for new fields
and give what was left Of me to the
cause. was free to enlist, since I
couldn't reach Lopez, and I came to
join our forces in the Orient.
"That Is how you found me in this
province. Lopez man never delivered
these dispatches, for we were taken
crossing the trocha-ot least I was
taken, for Pablo was killed. They'd
have made an end Of me, too, dare
say. only was so weak. 1t seems q
century since that night. My memory
doesn't serve me very we'll from that
point, for they Jailed me, and l grew
worse. was out Of my head q good
DEAL"
The two men fell silent for a while.
Esteban lay with closed eyes, exhaust
ed. O'Reilly gave himself up to frown.
Ing thought. His thoughts were not
pleasant; he could not, for the life Of
him, believe In Rosa's safety so i'm
plicitly as he had led Esteban to sup
pose; his efforts to cheer the other
had sapped his own supply of hope,
leaving him prey to black misgivings.
He was glad when Norlne Evans re-
turn put an end to his speculations.
"Have you narrowed this poor mans
feelings sufficiently for once7" she in.
Qulred Of O'Reilly.
II have. I'll agree to talk about
nothing unpleasant hereafter"
Esteban turned to his nurse. "There
Is something want to tell you both"
"Wait until tomorrow" Norine ad.
vised.
But he persisted: "NO! I must tell
It now. First, however, did either of
you discover an old coin in any Of my
pockets-an old Spanish doubloon?"
"That doubloon again!" Norlne lift.
ed her hands protestingly, and cast a
meaning look at O'Reilly. "You talked
about nothing else for a whole week.
Let me feel your pulse"
Esteban surrendered his hand with
suspicious readiness.
"You were fiat broke when we got
you" O'Reilly declared.
'Probably. seem to remember that
somebody stole It,"
."Doubloons! Pieces Of eight Gold.
en- guineas |" exclaimed Norine. "Why
those are pirate coins! They remind
mo Of Treasure Island; Of Long John
Silver and his wooden leg; of Ben
Gum and all the rest"
Esteban smiled uncomprehendlngly
"Yes? Well, this has to do with treas.
ure Of the Varonas. My father buried
1t. He was very rich, you know, and
he was afraid Of the Spaniards. O'Reil.
ly knows the story"
Johnnie assented with grunt.
"Sure! know all about It,"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Don't Ask Personal Questions.