Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-06-25
CHAPTER vII.cOntInued.


above the carcel walls, carrying with
it shower of sun-baked, blood-stained
earth, mingled with fragments of flesh.
Slowly the whitish-bIue wreaths set
tied down or drifted away. Soldiers
were strewn over the ground-some
hideously mangled corpses, others
writhing In agony.
Hardinge, miraculously uninjured,
peered with amazed and horror-filled
eyes for some sight of the Hindu.
JaIisingrao Jitendra had vanished.
Thunderstruck for an instant, the
quick-witted knave at the next bolted
for the Jail gate. He had not reached
the opening. however, when frightful
yell Of terror rose outside In the
streets of Zapatillio.
'Los Americanosl FL Tigrel Ell
Tigre |"
Behind the roar Of other rifles rang
cut q hearty cheer. Herbert Hardinge,
scurryIng across the road for pro-
lection with Moreno's bodyguard,
sprawled suddenly and lay still.
A hatIess giant, with yellow hair
and implacable blue eyes, upon his
ferocious face satyr's smile Of utter
contempt for danger, was riding at
the head of the cyclonic knot Of men.
His smoking rifle told the story Of
the EnglIshman's passing.
ShrIeklng Mexicans scattered for
safety In every direction before that
whirlwind. tigerish assault-heeing as
their forefathers had fed three gem
eratIOns before when confronted by
fighting men OF Anglo-Saxon blood.
With a venOmous look of semisatis-
faction, Buck Williams spurred his
foaming horse over Hardinge's corpse,
straight into the jail yard.
He sharply refined in the animal, as
his inquisltorial eyes fell upon Jiten-
dra's turban. He leaped to the ground
and picked up the discarded head
dress.
TOO Iatel" he groaned. II was
sure that volley heard was, his finish.
Great Cod what hellish luck-five
minutes more and / should have saved
himi"
With perplexed glance at the dead
and dying soldiers clustered In or
around the huge hole freshly CRASHED
In the earth, be remounted aud rode
dejectedly through the gate.
A man hurried up to him.
did you find him, Buck7"
Hes gone, Scotty. But he evident.
~ had company, for hell must have
broken loose In that jail yard-every'
body's dead In there !"
eGOsh--that's tough But why didn't
you bring him along with you last
night, Buck7 The boys was on the
way five minutes after we got the
news down In CuIlacan yesterday aft
ernoOn, and all Mexico couldn't have
taken either you or him away from
u.s.
q don't know, Scotty. was crazy
I suppose. All / thought Of was my
self-and getting back here to clear
up that dog Hardinge. remembel
Jitendra's saying something abou
beating It quick, and that his god
would keep an eye out for him
Scotty, can't ever forgive myself--ht
was good scout"
@He sure musta been, Buck |" con
sOled the superintendent. 4But
wouldn't"
Look what ne did for me-" inter
rupted Williams. "He followed me al
most Eve hundred miles after threat
ened to shoot him Il saw him again
he gave Pacheco the Broadway Rouse
in some fashion have never been abb
TO figure out, the very minute tina
dirty greaser struck me across tn
face; and last night he grew this gu
right UP In the middle OF that cell 4
there and then opened the door for m
all because dragged him from ur
der that wrecked car. And then / lai
down on him like yellow pup.
amt O man. Scotty-rm pop-eyeC
gOose-brained blobl might have al
ured they'd hand 1t to him pronto wit
me goneI"
"AwI don't take It so much to hear
Buck. A man can't think OF ever
thing when he's making gitaway. 81
sides, e aint all your fault. II b
could git You out, why couldn't he g
out himself7 What was there to hlndG
him from f0llOwin' your"
q don't know, Ecotty. But I d
know that he thought OF me first
that's what gals me-and ! new
thought OF him till / was halfway |
Culiacan and run into you boys"
.eWeii. beefng won't help us an
II the little fellows dead he amt g.
n0k1ing more TO worry about. He
better Off'n we are, / guess, for M
Feno1l glt ais men together and sta
something IL We don't beat II for
Tigre before they rally."
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