Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-12-26

BY the time we reach Cuba you'll be
nice and melancholy and your cough
will be all gone"
Ramos led his three charges to the
railroad station and into the rear
coach of q south-bound train, where
the other members of the expedition
had already found seats AS they
climbed aboard secret service agent
essayed to follow them, but he was
stopped by Il brakeman, who said
you can't ride in here; this is
special car. Some sort of picnic
party. They're 'wops' or Greeks or
something"
Evening came, then night. and still
the party was ierked along at the tail
OF the train without hint as to its
destination. About midnight those
who We're not doing noted that they
had stopped at an obscure pine-woods
junction, and that when the train got
under way once more their own car
did not move. The. ruse was now ap-
parent; owing to the lateness of the
hour, it was doubtful if anyone in the
forward coaches was aware that the
train was lighter by one car.
There was brief delay; then a To-
connective crept out from a siding.
coupled up to the standing car, and
drew it off upon another track. Soon
the excursion party" was being rushed
swiftly toward the coast, some twenty
miles away.
Major Ramos came down the aisle.
laughing, and spoke to his American
proteges.
"Well, what do you think of that, eh?
Imagine the feelings of those good
deputy marshals when they wake up.
1 bet they'll rub their eyes,"
Miss Evans bounded excitedly in her
seat; she clapped her hands.
"You must have friends in high
places" O'Reilly grinned, and the Gu
ban agreed.
Yes, | purposely drew attention to
us in Charleston, while our ship was
loading. She's ready and waiting for
US now; and by daylight we ought to
be safely out to sea. Meanwhile the
Dauntless has weighed anchor and is
steaming north followed, I hope. by
all the revenue cutters hereabouts."
1t was the darkest time of the night
when the special train came to stop
at bridge spanning one of the deep
Southern rivers. In the stream below.
dimly outlined in the gloom, lay the
Fair Play, a small tramp steamer: her
crew were up and awake. The new ar
rivals were hurried aboard, and within
a half-hour she was feeling her way
seward.
With daylight, caution gave way to
haste, and the rusty little tramp be-
gan to drive forward for all she was
worth. She cleared the three-mile
limit safely and then turned south. Not
craft was in sight; not smudge Of
smoke discolored the skyline.
1t had been a trying night for the
f1libusters, and when the low coastline
was dropped astern they began to
think of sleep. Breakfast of q sort
was served on deck, after which those
favored ones who had berths sought
them, while their less fortunate COM
panions stretched out wherever they
could find place.
johnnie OReilly was elated. AL
ready he could see the hills of Cuba
doing behind their purple wells: In
fancy he felt the fierce white heat from
close-walled streets, and scented the
odors of "mangly'' swamps. He heard
the ceaseless signing Of the royal
palms. How he had hungered for 1t
all how he had ragged at his delays
1t had seemed so small a matter to
return; it had seemed so easy to seek
out Rosa and to save her Yet the
Gays mad grown into weeks; the weeks
nao aged into months. Well, he had
done his best; he had never rested
from the moment of Rosa's first an
peal. Her enemies had foiled him
once, but there would be no turning
BACK this time-rather firing squad
or dungeon In Cabanas than that.