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

"dlS Vi Nhlcn were already looming
over the remainder of the city. now
family visible in the approaching
dawn.
That was to awaken our friend.
Sarros." Webster cried. "I'll bet a
buffalo nickel that woke the old horse
thief up. There's another-and an
other"
The uproar sweIled. the noise grad
ually drifting around the city from
west TO south, forming, seemingly, a
semicircle of sound. 1.-THE govern
ment troops are up and doing now"
Webster observed. and speeded up his
motor. 81 think it high time we played
the part of frightened refugees. Maui
ser bullets kill at three miles. Some
strays may drop out here in the bay"
He speeded the launch toward La
Estrellita, and as the craft scraped
in alongside the great steamers COM
panion landing, her skipper ran down
the ladder TO greet them and inquire
eagerly of the trend of events ashore.
I'VE left in a hurry the instant 1t
started" Webster explained. "As
Americans. we didn't figure we had
any interest in that scrap, either
way" He handed Dolores out on the
landing stage. tossed their baggage
after her and followed; Don Juan
took the wheel. and the launch slid
out and left them there.
At the head of the companion ladder
Webster paused and turned for another
look at Buenaventura. To the west
three great fires now threw lurid
light skyward. hooking an equally
lurid light to the east, that marked the
approach of daylight He smiled.
"Those are the cantonment barracks
burning" he whispered to Dolores.
RICARDO is keeping his word. Hes
driving the rats back into their own
holes"
The weeks OF clean living. of abb
stention from his wonted daily alco-
holic ration. had inspired in Don Juan
Cafete-o a revival of his all but de-
funct interest in life; conversely, in
these stirring times, he was sensible |
of an equally acute interest in So
brantean politics. for he was Irish;
and fiabby indeed is that son of the |
Green Little Isle who, wherever he
ma. be. declines to take hand in
any public argument. For the love of
politics. like the love of home, is new
err dead in the Irish.
1t is instinct with them-the |
heritage perhaps, of centuries of OPP
preston and suppression, which nur-
lures rather than STILES the yearning
for place and power. Now as Don
Juan turned Leber's launch shoreward
and kicked the motor wide open. he,
too, deserted against the dawn the
glare of the burning environments west
of the city. and at the sight his pulse
beat high with the lust of battle, the
longing to be in at the death in this
struggle, where the hopes and aspi-
rations of those he loved were at stake.
Two months previously a revolution
would have been a matter of extreme
to Don Juan; he would
have reflected that it was merely the
outs trying to get in, and that if they
succeeded. the sole benefit to the gen.
eraI public would be the privilege of
paying the bill. Today, however, in the
knowledge that he had an opportuni-
/. to fight beside white men and per-
,hance even up some old scores with
he Guardia Civil, it occurred sudden
Y to Don Juan that it would be q
,rave and virtuous act to, cast his
OF with the Ruey forces. He was a
,eing reorganized and rebuilt, and II
,ehooved him to do something to DEM
,nst-ate his manhood.
Don Juan knew. Of course, that !
,houId the rebels lose and he be cap {
ured. he would be executed; yet this |
contingency seemed a far-fetched one
n view of the fact that he had John '
Stuart Webster at his back. ready to ;
nance his escape from the city, Also (
Jon Juan had had an opportunity, in
he hills above San Miguel de Padua. |
or q critical study of Ricardo Ruey {
nd had come TO the conclusion that
t last a real man had come to lib {
rate Sobrante: further, Don Juan I
ad had ocular evidence that John +
tuart Webster was connected with
he revolution. for had he not SNUG 1
led Ruey into the country? II was (
omethlng to be the right-hand man Il
{ the president of rich little coun- .
" like Sobrante: ii was also some f
hing 10 be as close TO that right-hand b
IAN as Don Juan was to his master, 4
Webster; consequently self-interest r
nd his sporting code whispered TO a
ION Juan that 1t behooved him to a
his loyalty with every v
leans at his command. even unto his e
carts blood. u
"Who knows" he cogitated as the
lunch bore him swiftly shoreward Il