The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1921-03-31
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Cafetero 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 fabby indeed Is that son of the
Green Little Isle who, wherever he
may be, declines to take a hand In
any public argument. For the love Of
politics. like the love of home. is new
er dead In the Irish.
II is instinct with them-the
heritage. perhaps. Of centuries of OPP
preston and suppression, which nur-
lures rather than stiles the yearning
Tor 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 he In at the death in this
struggle. where the hopes and aspi-
rations Of those he loved were at stake.
Two months previously revolution
would have been a matter of extreme
indifference to Don Juan; he would
have reflected that ii was merely the
outs trying to get in, and that If they
succeeded. the sole benefit to the gen
eral public would be the privilege of
paying the bill. Today, however, in the
knowledge that he had an opportuni-
ty to fight beside white men and per-
chance even up some old scores with
the Guardia Civil ii occurred sudden
ly to Don Juan that It would be a
lot with the Ruey forces He was
being reorganized and rebuilt, and II
behooved him to do something to dem
onstrate his manhood.
Don Juan knew. of course. that
should the rebels lose and he he cap
tured. he would be executed: vet this
contingency seemed a far-fetched one.
In view of the fact that he had John
Stuart Webster at his back, ready to
finance his escape from the city. Also
Don Juan had had an opportunity, In
the hills above San Miguel de Padua.
Tor critical study of Ricardo Ruey
and had come to the conclusion that
at last a real man had come to lib
crate Sobrante; further, Don Juan
had had ocular evidence that John
Stuart Webster was connected with
the revolution, for had he not snug
gied Ruey into the country? 1t was
something to be the right-hand man
of the president of a rich little coun-
try like SObrante; 1t was also some
thing to be as close to that right-hand
man as Don Juan was to his master,
Webster; consequently self-interest
and his sporting code whispered to
Don Juan that 1t behooved him to
demonstrate his loyalty with every
means at his command. even unto his
hearts blood.
"Who knows" he cOgitated as the
launch bore him swiftly shoreward.
but what I'll acqut meself with hon
or and get fine job undher the new
administration? Ills the masther's
fight, I'm thinkin'; then. be the same
token. It's John Joseph Caffertys
win, lose or draw. an may the devil
damn me If fail him afther what
he's done for me. Sure. if Gineral
Ruey wins, crook av the masther's
finger will make me jefe politico. An
If he does-hoo-roo! Hoo-rayw
With his Imagination still running
riot, Don Juan made the launch fast
to the little dock. down which he
ran straight for the warehouse, where
the Ruey mercenaries were still con-
gregated, busily wiping the factory
grease from the weapons which had
just been distributed to them from the
packing cases. A sharp voice halted
him. he paused, painting. to find him
self looking down the long blue bar
rel of service pistol.
"Who are you. and what are you
doing here" the man behind the
weapon demanded brusquely.
I'm Private John J. Cafferty. the
latest recruit to the Ruey army" Don
Juan answered cOmposedly. "Who did
We think / was? Private secreth'ry TO
that divil SarrOs? Man, dear. lower
that gun av yours. for God knows I'm
ucFVOus cuOuku as III Is. nave w
something ye could give me to fight
witt avicT
The man who had challenged him
q lank, swarthy individual from the
Mexican bOrder-looked him over
with twinkling eyes. "You'll do, CAT
ferty, old timer" he drawled, land IL
you don't, you'll wish you had. There's
a man for every rifle just now, but I
wouldn't be surprised II there'd be
right smart more rifles than men be-
fore great while. Help yourself to
the gun o. the first man that goes
down; in the meantime. hop into that
there truck and keep the cartridge
belt for the machine guns full up.
You're just in time"
without further ado Don Juan
climbed into the truck. A little cit
adel Of sheet steel had been built
around the drivers seat, with a mar
row slit in front through which the
latter peered out The body Of the
truck had been boxed in with the same
material and housed two machine guns