The Pulaskian., 1918-07-05

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Ing him to send pack train and an
escort for these supplies. There is
| danger here; perhaps you would like
to go on with the couriers."
O'Reilly accepted eagerly; then
thinking of the girl, he said doubt
fully:
I'm afraid Miss Evans isn't equal
to the trip"
Nonsense I'm equal to anything"
Norine declared. And indeed she looked
capable enough as she stood there In
her short walking suit and stout boots.
Branch alone declined the invitation
vowing that he was too weak to bulge.
II there was the faintest prospect of
riding to the interior he infinitely pre-
ferred to await the opportunity, he
said, even at the risk of an attack by
Spanish soldiers In the meantime.
1t took O'Reilly but a short time to
collect the few articles necessary for
the trip; indeed, his bundle was so
small that Norine was dismayed.
Cant 1 take any clothes?" she In
quired in a panic. II can't live with
out change"
"It is something you'll have to
learn" he told her. can insurrecto
with two shirts is wealthy. Some of
them haven't any"
"Isn't 1t likely to rain on us?"
.It's almost sure to-"
Miss Evans pondered this prospect !;
then she laughed. at must feel fun
n.y." she said.
There were three other members of
the travelling party, men who knew
something of the country round about !;
| they we're good fighters, doubtless, but
in spit of their shiny new weapons
| they esembled soldiers even less than
| did their major. All were dressed as
they had been when they left New
York one even wore derby hat and
pointed patent-leather shoes. Never
theless Norine Evans thought the little
cavalcade presented quite a martial
appearance as it filed away into the
| jungle.
The first few miles were trying, for
the coast was swampy and thickly
grown up to underbrush; but in time
the jungle gave place to higher timber
and to open savannas deep In guinea
grass. Soon after noon the travellers
came to a farm, the owner Of which
was known to one of the guides, and
here a stop was made in order to Sc
cure horses and food.
Johnnie, who was badly tagged from
the previous nights work, found a
shady spot and stretched himself out
for nap.
The shade was grateful. O'Reilly
enjoyed his sleep.
The party had penetrated to the foot
hills of the Sierra de Cubitas, and as
they assembled, the scenery changed.
Rarely is the Cuban landscape any
thing but pleasing. It Is a smiling
island. 1t has been said, too. that ev-
erything In 1t is friendly to man: the
people are amiable, warm-hearted the
very animals and insects are harmless.
But here In the Cubitas range all was
different. The land was stern and for
bidding: canyons deep and damp
raised dripping walls to the sky; bride
paths skirted lodges that were bold
| and fearsome, or lost themselves in
gloomy jungles as noisome as Spanish
dungeons. Hidden away In these fast
nesses. the rebel government had es-
tablished It's capital. Here, safe from
| surprise. the soldiers of Gomez and
Maceo and Garcia rested between at
| tacks, nursing their wounded and re-
cruiting their strength for further sal
lies.
1t was a strange seat Of govern
ment-no nation ever had a stranger
for the state buildings were huts Of
bark and leaves, the army was uni
formed in rags. Cook fires snoldered
In the open glades; cavalry horses
grazed In the grassy streets, and wood
smoke drifted over them.
The second evening brought O'Reilly
and Miss Evans safely through, and at
news OF the expeditions success
pack train was made ready to go to
its assistance. Norine's letter from the
New York junta was. read, and the
young woman was warmly welcomed.
her use, and the officers of the pro-
visional government called to pay their
respects.
There were other Americans in Gu
bitas, as O'Reilly soon discovered. Dur
ing his first inspection of the village
he heard himself hailed in his own Ian
guage. and young man In dirty
white trousers and jacket strobe
toward him.
Welcome to our ethyl" the stranger
cried. I'm Judson, captain of artil-
lery, departments del Oriente; and
you're the fellow who came with the
quinine lady, aren't your"
O'Rei1ly acknowledged his identity,
and Judson grinned. "Have you met
the old man." he inquired-"General
Gomez?"
mo; I'd like to meet him."
Come along, then; I'll introduce
you"