The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1921-04-14
Gus way down the Gale San Rosario
to the bay.
CHAPTER XIV.

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ed to n deeper, steadier roar. and
refugees arriving brought various and
fragmentary stories Of the fighting.
From this hodge-pOdge Of miSinforma-
ton. however, Webster decided that
R'cardO's troops were forcing the is
sue with vim and determination, and
since the most furious fighting was
now well in toward the heart Of the
city, It seemed reasonable TO presume
tn struggle was for possession OF the
arsenal and palace.
~ noon the deep dlapason of con-
hlct began to slacken; by one O'Clock
il had dwindled considerably, and at
two o'clock Webster. gazing a~nxiously
citryard, observed Leber's launch
coming rapidly out from shore. At
the wheel stood Don Juan CafeterO;
rs the launch shot In under the ves-
Wobster's face among the curious
throng that lined the rail.
.Who has won?" q voice called, and
another, evidently a humorist and a
shrcwd judge Of human nature, re-
plIai: "Why ask foolish questions?
Tie rebels. Of course. That fellows
Irish and the Irish are born rebels.
Look ut the scoundrel. He's black
with gun grease and burned powder
where he isn't red with blood. The
h~utcher!"
"Faugh-a-ballagh !" he shrieked.
"We've got the divils cornered now.
Twill be over two hours hince."
Don Juan tied up the launch at
the gangway and leaped up the lad
der, three steps at a time. GLORY be
to Cod" he painted and hurled him
self into Webster's arms. 81 was In
It! I was. | got back in time to catch
up Wit the lads at the warehouse an
they were the fine, fghtin' devils, I'll
| gamble YOU. Och, twas a grand bit
av n fght-whilSt It lasted. They put
me in the motOr-thruck, lOadin' the
bolts Wit cartridges as fast as the
gunners emptied thin, but faith they
couldn't keep me there. | got into the
heart av the scrimmage in the yard
az the arsenal an faith twas well for
that little Docthor Pacheco | did.
Twas wurrk to me likin'. I'd q ma
chete-"
You bloOdthirsty scoundrelH Web
ster shook the war-mad son Of Erin.
81 told you not to mix in it, but TO
hang around on the fringe Of the fight,
and bring us early ews. Suppose
you'd been killed? Who would have
come for us then? Didn't I tell you
we had a dinner engagement in the
palace?"
ME on the fringes av a fight?'
sputtered Don Juan, amazed and out
ragged. Take shame.for yerself, sor.
There was niver the likes av me hung
around the fringes av a fight, an well
We know It."
"Tm amazed that you even remem-
bered your Instructions" Webster
rasped at him.
"Sure, our division had cl'aned up
nicely an | had nothin' else to do,
God bless We. They were besiegin'
the palace whin I left, an small
chance av takin' it for a couple av
hours; what tightin' there was on the
outside was street s~hootin'-an' not
to me likin'."
"Is 1t quite safe to bring Miss Ruey
ashore, JohnY'
"Tis safe enough at the Hotel Ma
teo. We have the city for half a
mile beyant, in the rear av them-an'
they're not fghtin' to get to the bay.
The guards an some av the Fifteenth
infantry regimint are In the palace
an the Quartet close by, an thin
that we failed to get in the arsenal
have fined thin. But the bulk av the
Sarros army is thryin' to break
trough to the south an west, to get
to- the hills. Dye mind the spur
thrack that runs in a semi-circle
around the city? Well, thin, the reb-
els are behint the embankmint. takin'
it aisy. Have no worry, sor. Whin
we've took the palace We'll move on
an dhrive the vagabones from behint
I'D TO that railroad embankmint, where
Gineral Ruey can bid them the time
av day"
Webster turned to Dolores. DO you
wish to 60 ashore"
She nodded, her flashing eyes bent
In admiration upon the cory, grimy
Don Juan Cafetero, for she was half
Irish, and In that amazing meeting
she knew the Outcast for n of her
blood. ~ think my brother will sleep
In his fathers old room tonight" she
murmured softly. "And l would sleep
in mine"
They followed Don Juan down the
gangway TO the launch and sped back
to the city. The door Of Leber's ware
house stood wide open; within was a
litter Of greasy rags and broken
packing cases, with Leber, quite mys-
titled, sitting Oh a keg Of nails and
| staring %curiously at 1t all.
Guided by Don Juan Cafetero, Web
ster and Dolores passed on up the
Gale San Rosario. Occasionally a
bullet, fired two or three miles to the
! west, droned lazily overhead or
| drOpped with a sharp metallic sound