Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-06-17
CHAPTER xiv-continued.


AT 10 O'Clock Webster accompanied
Mother jerks home in the carriage.
which be dismissed at Ell Buen Amigo
with instructions TO return to the
hotel while he continued afoot down
the Gale San Rosario to the bay,
where Lebers huge corrugated iron
warehouse loomed darkly above high
water mark. He slipped along in the
deep shadow of the warehouse wall
and out on the end of the little dock,
where he satisfied himself that Le-
ber's launch was at its moorings;
then he went back to the warehouse
and whistled softly, whereupon a man
crawled out from under the structure
and approached him. II was Don
Juan Cafetero.
They're all inside" he whispered
and laid finger on lip. "They got In
half an hour ago, an divil sowl
the wiser save meself."
"Thank you, John. Now that
know the coast is clear and the launch
ready, I'll 90 back to the hotel for
Miss Ruey."
Every well, sor." Don Juan replied,
and crawled back under the ware
house.
half an hour later the sound of
hoof beats warned him of the APP
proach of Webster and Dolores In a
carriage. and he came forth, loaded in
the launch such baggage as they had
been enabled to bring, and held the
gunwale of the boat while nis passen-
gers stepped aboard.
About half q mile off shore Web
ster throttled down the motor until
the launch barely made steerage way.
1T would never do to go aboard the
steamer before the fracas started
ashore" he explained to Dolores.
"That would indicate a guilty knowl-
edge of coming events, and in the
event of disaster TO the rebel arms 1t
is Just possible Senior Sarros might
have pull enough, if he hears of our
flight six hours in advance of hostil-
tiles, t, take us off the steamer and
ask us to explain. So we'll just cruise
slowly around and listen; the attack
will come just before dawn; then
oHOllig We NeAh SNNANJ 49,
to the steamer and be welcomed
aboard for the sake of the news we
bring"
She die cot answer. and Webster
knew her thoughts were out where the
arc lights on the outskirts of Buena-
ventura met the open country-out |
where the brother she could scarcely |
remember and whom, until month |
previous, she had believed dead, would |
shortly muster his not too numerous
followers
In the darkness Webster could hear
the click of her beads as she prayed;
on the turtle deck forward Don Juan
Cafetero sprawled, thinking perchance
of his unlovely past and wondering
what effect the events shortly to tran
spire ashore would have on his future.
He wished Webster would relent and
offer him drink some time within the
next twenty-four hours In times OF
excitement like the present man
needs drop to brace him up.
Five times the launch slipped lazi-
~ down the harbor along the stray
Cling two mile wafer front; five times
1t loafed back. The moon, which was
In the first quarter, sank. Then to
Webster's alert ear there fioated
across the still waters the sound of a
gentle purring-the music of an auto
truck. He set the launch in toward
Leber's little dock. and presently they
saw the door of Lebers warehouse
open. Men with lanterns streamed
forth, lighting the way for others who
bore between them heavy burdens. I
They're empIacing the machine
guns In the motor-truck." he whis- /.
pered to Dolores. I'VE will not have
to wal. long now. It's nearly
o'clock"
Again they backed out into the bay :
until they could see far out over the I
sleeping city TO the hills beyond In ]
the west. Presently along the side of [
those hills the headlight of a locomo- t
tive crept. dropping swiftly down 6
grade until it disappeared in the low G
ands. G
A half hour passed; then to the /
south of the city a rocket flared sky S
ward; almost instantly another fiared t
rom the west. followed presently by 2
/ murmur. scarcely audible, as of q S
nuffled snare drum, punctuated pres 0
entity by louder, sharper, insistent t
ouck-puck-puck that, had Webster but (
Known 1t. was the bark of a Maxim n
Vickers rapid-tire gun throwing Y
stream of shells into the cantonments a
If the government troops on the fringe L
# the city.
Webster's pulse quickened. There n
'oes the 'tillery to the south. sor," b
Don Juan called. and even as he
poke. shen burst gloriously over ID