Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1921-05-27

he went on to explain. "That turned
the bayOnet and it slid along his ribs,
making a superficial flesh-wound."
Pacheco nodded. "And this bullet
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 a 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
jured2" Ricardo interrupted that
laugh.
81 would die of fright If had to
fight this fine fellow a month from
today" the little doctor chirped. The
man is in superb physical condition;
II is the bump on the head that rem
ders him unconscious-nOt loss of
blood"
As If 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 Pachec0
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:
"Tm awfully glad you are, Doc.
It hurt like HI! Did you manage
to get a bite on that fishing trip"
Jack Webster, you scoundrel"
Ricardo yelled joyously and he shook
the patient with entire disregard Of
the latter's wounds. "Oh, 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 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 BOy?"
"YOur what?"
my wild Irish blackthorn, Don
Juan CafeterO."
~ 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
ed across his pale cheek. Poor, lost,
lonesome, misunderstood wreck" he
murmured presently, "he was ap ok.
tremiSt in all things. He used to sing
those wonderfully poetic ballads of his
people, remember one that began:
Green were the fields where my fore
fathers dwet.' think his heart was
in Kerry-sO Wen send him there.
He's my dead, Ricardo; care for his
body, because Tm-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"
"He shall have a military funeral"
Ricardo promised.
'FrOm the cathedral" Webster add /.
ed. "And take a picture of it for /
his people. He tOlH me about them. /.
l want them to think he amounted to |
something, after all. And when you
get this twO-by-fOur republic of yours !
going again, Rick, you might have
your congress award Don Juan |
thousand dollars orc for capturing Sar-
ros Then we can send the money to !
his old folks"
But he didn't capture SarrOs' /
Ricardo protested. 1.-The man escaped 4
when the guards cut their way
through"
"He didn't. That was a ruse while
he beat it out the gate where you /
found me- I saw Don Juan knock him /
cold with the butt of his rifle after
I'd brought down his horse"
do you think he's there YETI
"He may be-prOvided all this didn't
happen the day before yesterday. II
wanted him, I'd 60 down and look
for him, Rick"
"Tll go right away, Jack"
zone minute, then. Send a man
around to that little back street where
they have the wOunded-it's a couple