New Britain herald., 1922-11-03

I when, crack!--they begin to shoot toward the forest.
 "'Bon,' said I. Clinch. he have seen your damn smoke!"
 "'what shall carer he make re- ply, Henri Beck, to me. 'Clinch he shall shoot and be damn to him. cook me my dejeuner all the same
 T make preparationsto that John- bull he say to me that am frog, and other injuries while he lay yet more wood on his sacre fire.
 Then crack! crack! crack! and zing- -gg!-whee.ee come the big bull lets of Clinch and his voyous wonder.
 Bon I say, me, make my ex- cuse to retire.
 Then Henri Beck he laugh and say, Hop 1t, frog' And that is all he has find time to say, when crack. spat! Bein droit he has it--tenez, mon capitaine-here, over the left eye! ,. Like abeef surprise he go over, crash! thump! And like beef that dies. the air bellows out from his big lungs" | Picauet looked down at the dead comrade in 8 sort of weary compass sion for such stupidity.
 "-So he pass, this ross-biff goddam Johnbull. Me, I roll him in there. Je ne sais pas pourquoi.
 Then I put out the fire and leave" Quintana let his sneering glance rest on the dead moment, and his i thin lip curled immemorial contempt for the Anglo-Saxon. i Then he divested himself of the basket pack which he had stolen from the Fry boy. l .Alors," he said calmly, Tt has been Mike Clinch who shoot my frien Beck. Bien."
 He threw a cartridge into the breech of his rife, adjusted his am munitton belt en bandouliere, care lessly.
 Then. in a quiet voice: "My frien Picouet, the time has now arrive when 1t become yer necessary tha' we 20 from here away Donc-l shall now go kill me my frien' Mike l Clinch."
 l PlCOu6C, uHdSLOuioACOt 6D'S AAA-~ heavy, bovine look of inquiry. Quintana said softly: Me, l have enough already of this damn woods Why shall we starve here when there lies our path?" He pointed north his arm remained out-stretched TOT 2 while. l Picquet.
 Also our path, lami Henri { And behind us, they hunt us now with dogs
 Picouet barred his big white teeth in fierce surprise. "Dogs?" he re. heated with sort of snarl.
 That is how they now hunt us, my frien'--like they hunt the hare Tn the Cote dor. Me, shall now re- connoitre--that way!" And ne looked where he was pointing, into the north-with smouldering eyes linen he turned calmly to Picquete; "An' you, Tamil"
 At orders. mon capitaine.'
 "C'est bien. Venez"
 They walked leisurely forward Wltf rifles shouldered, following the harc ridge out across vast and foodec Hand where the bark of trees gllm' mered with wet mosses.
 After quarter of a mile the ridse broadened and split into two, one hog-back branching northeast! They however, continued north,
 About twenty minutes later Pic ouet, creeping along on Quintana,' left, and some sixty yards distant discovered something moving in tht woods beyond ,and fired at it. In stantly two unseen rifles spoke iron the woods ahead. Picquet Wal ierked clear around, lost his balance and nearly fell. Blood was squirting from his right arm, between elbow and shoulder.
 He tried to lift and level his rihe his arm collapsed and danglee broken and powerless; his rifle ciae' tered to the forest floor.
 For a, moment he stood there 1T plain view, dumb, deathly white then he began screaming with fury while the big, soft-nosed bullets came streaming in all around him. Hi' broken arm was hit again. I'll screaming ceased; he dragged out his big knife with his left hand ane started running toward the shooting.
 As he ran, his margled arm flop ping like a broken wing. Byron Has tings stepped out from behind a trn' and shot him down at close quarters
 Then ouintana's rife exploded twice very quickly, and the Hasung boy stumbled sideways and rel sprawling. He managed to rise t' his knees again; he even was tryinl to stand up when Quintana, takinl his time. deliberately began t empty his magazine into the boy riddling him limb and body an' head.
 Down once more, he still moved his arms. Sid Hone reached ou from behind fallen log to grasp tn dying lads ankle and draw him mt shelter but Quintana reloaded swiit ly and smashed Hone's left han' with the first shot.
 Then Jim Hastings, kneeling nehin' a bunch ofjuniper. fired high velocity bullet into the tree behin'