Cheyenne record., 1921-06-02

since lost their novelty; the bloom
was of the peach. as 1t were.
| Webster went upstairs and helped
himself to another automatic and sew
eral spare clips of shells which he
had left In his trunk. On his return
to the lobby. Dolores saw what
very nearsighted person. indeed. would
have seen-to wit: that he was not
plensed to remain In the hotel ana
with the spirit Of adventure strong
| within him was desirOus Of progress
Ing still farther toward the firing. In
| the hope Of eliciting some favorable
news as to the progress Of the fight.
She realized. however. that he would
do his duty and remain with her In
the hotel: so she said gayly:
Suppose we walk out little far
ther. CalIph. Many Of the side streets
will he as safe and peaceful as one
could desire, and IL warfare should
develop in our vicinity we can step In
to some house."
II do not like to have you run the
slightest risk" he began, but she
pooh -pOOhed him into silence. took
him by the arm with great air or
camaraderie, and declared they should
90 forth to adventure-but cautiously.
Webster glanced at Don Juan. ave
can so half or three quarters av q
mile out the Gale San Rosario. sor,
the Irishman answered. "After that
twill not be a pleasant sight for the
young leddy-an' there may be some
shootin'. Squads av the governmint
throops took refuge In the houses am
took to snIpin'. Twill be shlow wurrk
roundln' the last av thin up. Even
afther the fight is over. there'l be
scatterin' shootin' scrapes all av the
night long. I'm thinkin'."
"At the slightest danger we'll turn
back" Webster announced. and with
Don Juan Cafetero scouting the way
block in advance they progressed
slowly toward the center Of me dis
turbance. ~,
=, Soon they passed q horse dead In,
the middle Of the street; Q little far
ther on one Of the machine-gun-
company, lank Texan, sat on
the curb rolling cigarette with his
left hand. He had Q bullet through
his right shoulder apd another through
the calf Of HIS leg and had received no
first aid attention: the flies were both
ering him considerably and he was
cursing softly and huently, like the ex-
mule-skinner he was.
Farther ON another white invader
lay face down In the gutter; for him
the fight had ended almost ere It had
begun. In the next block half a doz-
en- sandal-footed sobranteans. In the
blue and red.trimmed uniform Of the
Guardia Civil. lay sprawled In uncouth
attitudes. where the first blast Of
machine gun had caught them as they
rushed out Of the police station to re-
pei the advancing mercenaries.
Seeing that the main street Of the
city would assume even a more grisly
aspect the longer they followed 1t, Don
Juan led Webster and Dolores a cou-
pie Of blocks down cross street and
turned out into the Gale de Herman
dez, parallel to the Gale San Rosario.
There had been no shooting in this
street. apparently; as they proceeded
not even a. stray bullet whined down
the silent calle.
Four blocks from the government
palace they found the narrow side.
walks of this quiet street lined with
wounded from both sides. with a doc
tor and half q dozen of Ricardo's hired
fighters ministering to them; as they
threaded their way between the recum-
jerks. brandy bottle and glass In hand,
"dOIng her bit"
"Hah! So here you are, my lamb"
she greeted Dolores. ".Right-o. Just
where yer ought to be. Cor bless yer
sweet face. Let these poor misfor-
tunate lads see that the sister O. the
new president ain't too proud to care
for 'em. Ere. lass. old up the ead
O. this young cockerel with the ole in
is neck. Ere, lad. Tyke brace now!
'Ere's some O. your own people. not
lot o bl0omin' yeller bellies, come to
put something else In yer 'leck-some-
think thatIi stimulate yer"
The "young cockerel," blond youth
Of scarce 20 summers, twisted his head
and grinned up at Dolores as she knelt
beside him to lift him up. "Here. here.
sister," he mumbled, you'll get that
white dress dirty. Never mind me. It's
just flesh wound, only my neck has
got stif and I'm weak from loss of
blood"
Mother jerks winked at Webster as
she set glass Of brandy to the strick-
en- adventurer's lips. "Give me bit
o. the white meat, as my sainted En-
cry used to s'y." she murmured COM
ically.
Dolores looked up at Webster. "rll
stay here" she said simply. "Tve found
a job helping Mother jerks. You and
Don Juan may run along II you wish.
I know you're as curious as children"
They were. It would have been i'm
possible for any man with red corpus
cles In his blood to harken to the shoot
Ing and shouts only three city blocks
distant without yearning to see the
fight itself.