The Washington times., 1919-06-21

make for this Francis Morgan's re-
ception. 1 have not yet lost my
cunning with a rifle. And. as well.
shall tell on three OF the gen
darmes to fire only at him. So this
Gringo dog would storm our Jail.
Ell? Come. We will depart at
once"
He stood up. tossing his cigarette
away with . show Of determined
energy. But, halfway across the
room, a ragged boy, painting and
sweating, plucked his sleeve and
whined:
II have information. You viii
pay me for it most high Senior?
have run all the way"
The jail" the boy quaVered.
The strange Gringo, the one who
was to be hanged yesterday, has
blown down the side OF the jail
Merciful saints! The hole Is as
big a. the steeples Of the cathe-
dral! And the other Gringo, the
one who looks like him, the one
who was to hang tomorrow, has
escaped with him out OF the hole
himself. This I saw myself, with
my two eyes, and then 1 ran here
to you all the way, and you will re-
member
But the Jefe Politico had already
turned on Torres witheringIy.
And IL this Senior Regain be
princely generous he may give you
and me the munihcent sum men
toned, Ell? Five times the sum, or
ten times, with this Gringo tiger
blowing down law and order and
our good Jail walls, would be nearer
the mark"
"At any rate, the thing must be a
false alarm, merely the straw that
blows the wind Of this Fr1ncis Nor
gan's intention" Torres murmured
with a sickly smile. Remember.
the suggestion was mine to him to
storm the jail"
The Wish and the Thought.
I'm which case you and Senior
Regan will pay for the good Jail
waIl?" the Jefe demanded; then,
with a pause, added: Not that
believe it has been accomplished.
1t is not possible. Even a fool
Gringo would not dare"
Rafael, the gendarme, rifle in
hand, the blood still oozing down
his face from a scalp wound, came
through the courtroom door and
shouldered aside the curious ones
who had begun to cluster around
Torres and the Jefe.
We are devastatedT were Ra-
faefs first words. The fail il
most destroyed! Dynamite! A
hundred pounds OF It! A thousand
We came bravely to save the iafI,
But it exploded-the thousand
pounds OF dynamite 1 fell uncon-
scious. rife in hand. When sense
came back to me, looked around.
All others, the brave Pedro, the
brave lgnacio. the brave Augustine
AL all lay around me, deadt"
Almost could he have added
drunk, but his Latfn-American
nature so compounded. he sincerely
stated the catastrophe as il most
Valantly and tragicaHy presented
itself to his imagination. iHTbev
lay dead They may not be dead.
put merely stunned. I crawIed
The cell Of the Gringo Morgan was
empty.
There was huge and monstrous
mole In the wall I crawIed through
the hole into the street There was
a great crowd. But the GriuEo
Morgan was gone. I talked with a
mozo who had seen and who knew
They had horses waiting. They rode
toward the beach. There is a
schooner that is not anchored. It
sails back and forth waiting for
them. The Francis Morgan rides
with a sack of gold on his saddle.
The mozo saw 1t. It is a large
sack"
And the holer' the Jefe de-
manded The hole in the WALTZ"
Is larger than the sack, much
larger" was RafaeTs reply. But
the sack is large. So the mozo said.
And he rides with IL on his saddle"
my jailr' the Jefe cried. He
slipped a dagger from inside his
coat under the left arm-pit and
held 1t aloft by the blade so that
the hilt showed as a true cross on
which a finely modelled Christ hung
crucified. II swear by all the
saints the vengeance I shall have.
My Jail! Our justicei our law
Horses, Horses! Gendarme, horsest
He whirled about upon Torres as
If the latter had spoken, shouting:
To hell with Senior Regain" I am
after my own have been dehedl
My Jail is desolated! Ny law-our
law, good friends-has been mock
ed. Horses, Horses Commander
them on the streets. Haste! Haster
Captain Trefethen, owner OF the
Angelique, son of a Maya Indian
mother and a jamaica negro father,
paced the narrow after-deck OF the
schooner, stared shoreward toward
San Antonio, where he could make
out his crowded long-boat returning
and meditated flight from this mad
American character.
At the same time he meditated re-
manning in order to break his char
ter and give a new one at three
times the price: for he was strange
ly torn by his conflicting bloods
The negro portion counseled pru-
dence and observance OF Panaman-
ian law. The Indian portion was
urgent to unlawfulness and the
promise Of conflict.
1t was the Indian mother who
decided the issue and made him
draw his jib, ease his mainshOOt
and begin to reach inshOre. the
quicker to pick up the oncoming
boat. When he made out the rifles
carried by the Solanos and the Nor
gans almost he put up his helm TO
run and leave them.
When he made out a woman in
the boats stern sheets romance and
thrift whispered in him TO hang on
and take the boat on board. For
he knew that wherever woman en-
tered into the transactions OF men
that peril and pelf as we'll entered
hand in hand.