The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1921-04-14

"He breathes very gently" the reDei
leader said. presently. us there any
hopper
The little doctor shrugged. "I fear
not. That bayonet-thrust in the left
side missed his heart but not his
lung"
But apparently he hasn't bled much
from that wound"
1.-THE hemorrhage Is probably IN
ternal. Even II that congestion Of
blood In the lungs does not prove fatal
very shortly. he cannot in his weak
ened state, survive the traumatic
fever from all these wounds. II Is
bound--heilo. how our poor friend still
lives with the bayonet broken or in
his bOdy-for here IL steel--hah! Not
a bayonet, but a pistol"
He unbuttoned the wounded mans
coat and found a strap running dag
onally up across his breast and over
the right shoulder, connecting with
a holster under the left arm. The
moved the holster, which contained
Webster's spare gun; Ricardo, glanc-
Ing disinterestedly at the sheathed
weapon, noted a small, new; triangu-
lar hole In the leather holster. He
picked It up, withdrew the pistol. and
found deep scratch, recently made,
along the blued steel close to the vul-
canite butt.
When Ricardo glanced at Pacheco
after his scrutiny of the pistol and
holster, the doctors dark eyes were
regarding him mlrthfully.
II have been unnecessarily alarmed,
my general" said Pacheco. "Our
dear friend has been most fortunate
In his choice Of wounds"
"He's a lucky Yankee; that's what
he is, my dear Pacheco. A lucky Yam
keel" Ricardo leaned over and ex-
ster's left side. ''He took the point
of the steel on his pistol he happened
to be wearing under his left arm"
he went on to explain. THAT turned
the bayonet and II slid along his ribs,
making a superficial fiesh-wound."
merely burned the top of his right
shoulder, while another passed
through his biceps without touching
the bone. His most severe wound is
this jab in The hip
They stripped every stitch Of cloth
ing from Webster and went over him
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
jured?" Ricardo interrupted that
laugh.
~ would die of fright II l had to
Fight this fine fellow month from
today" the little doctor chirped. The
man is in superb physical condition !;
1t is the bump on the head that rem
ders him unconscious--not loss of
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-seeing 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 and
ready to bandage; whereupon John
Stuart Webster said family but very
distinctly. In English
I'm awfully glad you are. Doc.
II hurt like hi Did you manage
to get bite on that fishing trip"
"Jack Webster, you scoundrel I"
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 devil-are
your"
Fell a silence. while Webster pre-
pared for another speech. where
am II"
''In the palace. We won pulled
up. and that forty-thousand dollar bet
of yours is safe. I'll cash the ticket
for you tomorrow morning"
Oh the forty thousand. Where's
my Croppy Boyf"
"Your what?"
MY wild Irish biackthorn. Don
Juan Cafetero."
II hope. old man, he has ere now
that which all brave Irishmen and
true deserve-a harp with a crown.
In life the Irish have the harp with
out the crown. you know"
"How did he die?" Webster whis-
pered.
"He died hard, with the holes In
front--and he died for you"
Two big tears trickled slowly
through Webster's closed lids and roll
en- across his pale cheek. "Poor, lost.
lonesome, misunderstood wreck" he
rsarmured presently. she was an ex-
tremist In all things He used to sing