Cheyenne record., 1921-06-09
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along the blued steel close to the vu'
When Ricardo glanced at Pacheco
after his scrutiny of the pistol anu
holster. the doctors dark eyes Wefe
regarding him mirthfully.
IT have been unnecessarily alarmed,
nv general" said Pacheco. ul
dear friend has been most fortuna1s
In his choice Of wounds- -s.4
"He's a lucky Yankee; that's wns'
he is. my dear Pacheco. A LUCKY Asn'
kee /" Ricardo leaned over and e4'
om,ned the bayonet-wound In wen.
ster's left side. HE took the pom!
of the steel on his pistol he happeneu
to he wearing under his left afm'
be went on to explain. "That turned
the bavonet and It slid along his rios'
making a superficial nesh-wounu.
Pacheco nodded. "And TINS oulie.
merely burned the top OF MS rlsn.
shoulder. while another passeo
through his biceps without toucnlns
the hone His most severe wound n
this jab In the hip. .,,.,
They stripped every stitch OF ciotn-
,no from Webster and went over MN
carefully. At the back OF his heao
they found little clotted blood from
a small split in the scalp; also tney
found a lump Of generous proportions
Pacheco laughed briefly but con-
tentedly. t.,
"Then he is not even seriously In.
,ured?" Ricardo interrupted that
laugh.
II would die of fright If I had to
fight this fine fellow a month from
today" the little doctor chirped. THE
man is in superb physical condition;
IL ia 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
pnye 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:
"Tm awfully glad you are. Doc.
II hurt like h-ll Did you manage
to get bite on that fishing tripr
"Jack Webster. you scoundrel 7"
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. rm-too-tired
to look-at you. Who the devil-are
you7"
Fell a silence, while Webster pre-.
pared for another speech. "Where
am r.
"In the palace. We won pulled
up. and that forty-thousand dollar bet
Of yours ID safe. I'll cash the ticket
for you tomorrow morning"
Oh the forty thousand. Where's
my Croppy Boyr
"Your what7"
my wild Irish blackthorn, Don
Juan Cafetero."
Il hope, old man, he has ere now
that which all brave Irishmen and
true deserve-a harp with . crown
In life the Irish have the harp with
out the crown, you know"
"How did he der Webster wills
pered.
HE died hard. with the holes u
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" b
murmured presently. "he was an ex
tremist In all things. He used to sini
those wonderfully poetic ballads of hi
people, remember one that began
Green were the fields where my fore
fathers dwelt.' I think his heart wa
In Kerry-so we'll send him there
He's my dead, Ricardo; care for hi
body, because Fm-going to plan
Don Juan with the-shamrocks. The
didn't understand him here: He wa
an exile-so I'm going to send him
home"