The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-05-17

: a Cank and rattle and clash Of mcrai
upon the flaGs; and then-Sebastian
turned upon his tormentor, a free man.
save only for the wide iron bracelets
and their connecting chain. He was
quite insane. Ills face was Irghtful to
behold; II was apelike in it's animal
rage, and he lowered above his master
like some tabled creature out of the
African jungle OF his forefathcrs.
Sebastian's fists alone would have
been formidable weapons. but they
were armorcd and weighted with the
| oldfashioncd, hand-wrought irJns
which rancho Cueto had locked upon
them. Wrapping the chain in his fin
gers, the slave leaped at Estcbau and
| struck, once. The sound of the blow
was sickeniuc, for the whole bony
structure of Estcban Narona's head
gave way.
There was Mortified cry from the
other white men. Don Pablo Pea 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
siye hands wrapped in the chain and
his wrists encased In steel, and this
time II was as IL Don PablO'S head had
been caught between II 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 aud Don
Pablo'S brains were on his knuCliles
Il all happened in far less time than
| 1t taxes to tell. The onl,okcrs had not
yet recovered from their first constor-
nation; In fact they were Still fVmbIng
ana tugging at whatever weapons they
carried, when Sebastian came toward
them, brandiShing the blade on high.
Pedro Miron, the advocate, was the
third to fail. He tried to scramble ont
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 clatter of their hnofs
mingling with the blasphemies Of the
riders, while SebaStian's beStial roar
ing made the conmOtiOn even more
hidcOuS.
Estoban's guests fought as much for
their lives as for vengeance upon the
slayer, for Sebastian was like a gorilla
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 Shr!ekS
of wounded horses added to the din.
1t was a frightful combat. 1t seemed
incredible that one man could work
such dreadful havoc In so short time.
VarOna and two OF his friends were
dead; two more were badly wounded.
and Peruvian stallion lay kicking on
the tagging when Col. Mendoza Lin
ares finally managed To get a 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
q shamblcS. PanchO CuetO called upon
the slaves TO help him, but they skunk
ror and dsmay.
All that night people from the town
below came and went and the qulnta
rcSounded TO sobs and lamentations,
but of all the relatives of the dead ana
wounded, Donna Isabel took her be-
rcavement hardest. Strange 10 say,
she could not be cOmforted. Now, when
ii was too late, she realized that She
had ovcrreached 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.