The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-06-02
Author of "Cappy
Ricks,"" THE Valley
of the Giants" Etc.

announced that he was through and
ready to bandage; whereupon John
Stuart Webster said family but very
distinctly, In. English:
"I'm awfufly glad you are, Doc.
It hurt like h-! DId:you manage
to get bite On. that fishing tsip?"
Jack Webster, you scoundrel!"
Ricardo yelled joyously, aid he shook
the patient with entire disregard of
the. latter's; wounds. %"Dh, man. I'm
glad you're not dead."r>,
'Your sentiments appeal to me
strongly. my Irend. I'm -too-tired
to look-at ~ Who the devil-sre
your" =
Fell silence. while Webster pre-
pared for another speech. "Where
am I2' -
"In the paface. We won pulled
up, and that forty thousand dollar bet
Of yours Is safe. I'll cash the ticket
for you tomorrow morning."
"D-n the forty thousand. Where's
my Croppy Boyf'
"Your what?t
''My wild Irish blackthorn, Don
Juan Cafetero.""
81 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 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 mis- pale cheek. "Poor, lost,
Lonesome, misunderstood wreck" he
nnrmured presently, ''he was an ex-
tremist In all things. He used 10 sIns
those wonderfully poetic ballads Of his
people, remember one that began:
Green were the fields where my fore-
fathers dwelt.' / think his heart was
In Kerry-so we'n 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 q picture Of 1t Tor
his people. He told me about them.
1 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 q
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. "The man escaped
when the guards cut their way
through"
HE didn't. That was ruse while
he beat It out the gate where you
found me. 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 yetr'
HE may be-provided all this didn't
happen the day before yesterday. II
wanted him, I'd go down and lock
for him, Rick"
"TH go right away, Jack"
"One minute, then. Send man
around to that little back street where
they have the wounded-it's a couple
Of blocks away from hereto tell
Mother jerks and the young lady
with her I'll not be back"
'"They're both outside now. They
must have gone looking for you, be-
cause they found you and Don Juan
first and then told me about It."
"Who told you?"
Mother jerks" .
"Oh! Well, run along and get your
man."
Ricardo departed on the run, tax
Ing the sentry at the door with him
and In his haste giving no thought
to Mother jerks and her companion
waiting for the doctors verdict. In
the palace grounds he gathered two
more men and bade them follow him;
leading by twenty yards, he emerged
at the gate and paused to look around
him.
Some hundred feet down the street
charger lay dead. When Webster's
bullet brought the poor beast down,
his rider had fallen clear of him, only
to fall victim to the ferocity Of Don
Juan Cafetero. Later, as Sarros lay
stunned and bleeding beside his mount,
the stricken animal in its death-strug-
gle had half risen. only to fall again,
this time on the extended left leg Of
his late master; consequently when
Sarros recovered consciousness follow
Ing the thoughtful attentions of his
assailant, It was to discover himself a
hopeless prisoner. The heavy carcass
Of his horse pinned his foot and part
OF his leg to the ground. rendering
him as helpless and desperate as a
trapped animal.
For several minutes now he had
been striving frantically to release
himself; with his sound right leg
pressed against the animals back
bone he tried to gain sufficient pur-
chase to withdraw his left reg from
the carcass.