The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1921-04-07

sinei That means he's hoping TO draw
the watchers from the other gate!"
But Don Juan Cafetero was not lis
tening; he was running at top speA 7
for The south gate Of the palace
grounds-and Webster followed.
As hey swung into the street upon
which this south gate opened, Webster
| saw that II was deserted of all save
the dead. for Sarros' clever ruse had
worked well and had had the effect Of
arousing the curiosity Of his enemies
as to the cause OF the uproar at the
| north gate. In consequence of which
they had all scurried around the block
to see what they could see, thus .ac-
cording Sarros the thing he desired
most-a fighting chance and a half
minute to get through the gate and
headed for the steamship landing with
out Interference.
Webster and Don Juan came abreast
the high. barred gate in the thick. 20
foot masonry wall as the barrier swung
back and a man. In civilian clothes.
thnndered through on magnificent
bay thoroughbred.
That's him. Shtop the >diviI ="
screamed Don Juan. They'll do the
decent thing be me If take him
alive"
To Webster, who had acquired the
art of snap shooting while killing time
In many lonely camp the bay charg-
er offered an easy mark. Hate to
down that beautiful animal" he re-
marked-and pulled away.
The horse leaped into the air and
came down stiff-legged: Sarros spurred
1t cruelty, and the gallant beast strove
to gather itself into it's stride. stag
gered and sank to its knees. as with a
wild Irish yell Don Juan Cafetero
reached the dictator's side.
SarrOs drew revolver. but before
he could use It Don Juan tapped him
smartly over the head with his rifle
barrel, and the man toppled inertly to
the ground beside his dying horse.
More power to We sor." Don Juan
called cheerily and turned to receive
Webster's approval.
What he saw paralyzed him for an
instant Webster was standing beside
the gate. firing into dozen of Sarros'
soldiery who were pouring out of
house just across the street. where for
an hour they had crouched unseen and
unheard by the Ruey men at the gate.
They were practically out Of ammuni-
ton and had merely been awaiting a
favorable opportunity to escape before
the rebels should enter the city in
force and the hOuse-to-house search
for snipers should begin. They had
been about to emerge and beat a hasty
retreat. when Sarros rode ont at the
gate. and with a rush they followed,
gaining the sidewalk in time to he wit
nesses to the dictator's downfall.
For a moment they had paused, hud-
died on the sidewalk behind their Off
up and down, beheld John Stuart Web
ster standing by the gate with an au-
tomato in his hand. At the same in
slant Webster'S attention had been at
tracted to the little band on the side
walk in their leader he recognized no
less a parsonage than his late acQuain-
lance. the fire eating Capt. Jose Ben
avides. Coincidentally Benavides rec
ognized Webster
It was an awkward situation. Web
ster realized the issue was about
to be decided. that If he would
have II in his favor, he should waste
not one split-second before killing the
mercuriai Benavides as the latter
stood staring at him. 1t was not
question, now. of who should heat the
other to the draw, for each had al
ready filed his hand. It was a ques-
ton; rather, as to who should recover
first from his establishment. II Bena-
vides decided to let bygones be by
cones and retreat without firing a
to permit him to pass unmoIested: in
deed. such was his aversion to shoot
ing any man. so earnestly did he hope
the Sobrantean would consider that
discretion was the better part of valOr,
that he resolved to inculcate that idea
in the Hotspur.
captain Benavides.". he said suave-
~, your cause is IOSt. 1T you care TO
escape aboard the steamer, win see
to 1t that you are not removed from
her before she sails: If you care 10
surrender to me now ! give you my
word of honor you will not be exc
cuted"
Benavides might have had. and
doubtless did have his faults. hut
cowardice was not one of them And he
did have the ghost OF sense of hui
NOR. An evil smile fitted over his
olive features.
Without taking into consideration
the bayonets at my back" he replied,
at strikes me the odds are even now.
And vet YOU patronize me-"
Webster was nettled I'D rather
do that than kill you. Benavides." he
retorted. Don't he fool. Run
along and sell your papers, and take
your pitiful little sandal-footed bril-
gands with you. Scat, :"
Benavides' hand, holding his pistol.
had been hanging loosely at his side.
With his furious glance meeting Web
ster's unfalteringly. with the merest