The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-02-17

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when Ricardo glanced at Pacnecc
after his scrutiny Of the pistol anu
holster. the doctors dark eyes were
regarding him mlrthfully.
81 have been unnecessarily alarmed
nv general" said Pacheco. Our
dear friend has been most fortunate
in his choice OF wounds
Hes a lucky Yankee; that's what
he is, my dear Pacheco A lucky IAN
keel Ricardo leaned over and eA-
amIned the bayonet-wound In NeO-
ster's left side. "He took the point
Of the steel on his pistol he happened
TO he wearing under his left arm
no went on 20 explain. THAT turned
the bayonet and 1t slid along his rlDs'
making superficial flesh-wound.
pacheco nodded. "And this bullet
merely burned the top of his right
shoulder. while another passed
through his blceps without touching
the bone. His most severe wound IN
this lab in the hip"
They stripped every stitch OF cloth
ing from Webster and went over MN
carefully. At the back Of his head
they found little clotted blood from
a small split in the scalp; also they
found a lump Of generous proportions
Pacheco laughed briefly but con-
tentedly.
''Then he is not even seriously In
iured2" Ricardo interrupted that
laugh.
81 would die OF fright II ] had to
fight this fine fellow a month from
today" the little doctor chlrped. "rhe
man is in superb physical condition;
Il is the bump on the head that rem
ders him unconscious-not loss or
blood"
As II to confirm this expert testi-
mony Webster at that moment breath
ed long and deeply. screwed up his
| face and shook his head very slightly.
Thereafter for several minutes he
gave no further evidence Of an active
interest in life-seelng which Pacheco
decided to take prompt advantage OF
his Inconsistencies and probe the
wounds in his arm and shoulder for
the fragments Of clothing which the
bullets must have carried into them.
After ten minutes OF probing Pacheco
announced that he was through end
ready to bandage; whereupon John
Stuart Webster said family but very
distinctly, In English:
I'm awfully glad you are. Doc.
II hurt like h--ll Did you manage
to get bite on that fishing trip9"
"Jack Webster, you scoundrel r.
Ricardo yelled joyously, and he shook
the patient with entire disregard OF
the latter's wounds. ooh, man, I'm
glad you're not dead"
"Your sentiments appeal to me
strongly. my friend. Tm-too-tired
to look--at you. Who the devll-ar,
your"
Fell a silence, while Webster pre
pared for another speech. "Wher,
am II"
"In the palace. We won pulled
up. and that forty-thousnnd dollar be
of yours is safe. I'll cash the tickle
for you tomorrow morning"
Oh the forty thousand. Where's
my Croppy Boy?"
"YOur what7"
"My wild Irish blackthorn, Dor
Juan Cafetero."
u hope, old man, he has ere nov
that which all brave lrshmen ant
true deserve-a harp with a crown
In life the Irish have the harp with
out the crown, you know"
How did he dier Webster wills
pered.
He died hard, with the holes II
tront-and he died for you"
Two big tears trlckled slowl
through Webster's closed lids and roll
ed across his pale cheek. "Poor, lost
lonesome, misunderstood wreck" h
murmured presently, che was an ea
tremist In all things. He used to sim
those wonderfully poetic ballads of hi
people, remember one that began
Green were the fields where my fore
fathers dwelt. think his heart wal
IN herry-so Wen send him there
He's my dead. Ricardo; care for his
Dody' because rm-going to plant
Don Juan with the-shamrOcks. They
didn't understand him here. He was
an exile-so I'm going to send him
home"