White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1932-01-07

you Will De Safe IN Ocumare." Dis
mounting I caught the bride of her
horse and whirled him around toward
the north. "When this nightmare of
murder is over, Senorita, shall find
you-?'
She nodded. "God preserve you,
Senor," she said softly.
"Adios. then!"
She waved an arm and, bending
low in the saddle, disappeared in the
mouth of the canyon. The sounds of
her going had died away before the
revolutionists came to where I stood.
waiting. They circled around me,
guns to the fore, and I raised empty
hands above my head. 'Take me to
your officer" said, a great happf.
ness filling my soul.
So, closely guarded by at least a
score of horsemen, I rode slowly
across the amphitheater and through
| the wide pass, coming at last to q
level space where body of men en-.
camped beside the road. None, SO far
as could see, was in uniform except
one tall man. One Of my captors spat
out stream Of unintelligible jargon,
and the officers face grew grimmer as
the story proceeded.
Now he faced me, his black eyes
holding hostile CLINT "You may tell
| me who you are, my captain"
Il am Loren Garde, an American,
| come to offer service to Bolivar"
"In Spanish uniform! A likely
| tale, Senior. Why do you offer service
| to our general?"
Because do not like the Spanish"
I said.
He showed white teeth in pleased
grin. IF you do not like the Span
lsh, Senior, why the uniform?"
| zone must get through the lines Of
Spain; this uniform has been bor-
rowed for the OCCASION and the for
mer owner of it doubtless nurses
broken head" I smiled reassuringly,
but met no response in his eyes.
'Your story is interesting, Senior.
Now tell me, if your desire to serve us
is sincere, why you aided the Spanish
| officer to escape"
| What could say? Could tell him
1 that the Spanish officer was the
Senorita Lamartina, fiancee of Col
onel de Fuentes, and that I, coming
to offer service to Bolivar, had sent
her back to the safety of the Spanish
lines? Could 1 have hoped to make
him believe such preposterous tale?
Il %I4
what he must have considered suffi-
cient wait, perhaps this companero
of yours was the Dauphin in dis
guise-eh?"
/. "We might just as well call him
the Dauphin," I said hopelessly.
He offered another mirthless smile.
"Tucayan, Senior, has left an evil
flavor in the mouth, and the blood Of
many Spaniards will be required to
wash it out" He transfxed me with
an accusing eye. "Who sent you
here?"
"Manuel," said !.
He gasped. "You say Manuel sent
your"
"Aye; the swarthy Manuel, the
clever ugly sailor who happens to be
that portion of the brain Of Bolivar
which operates in Caracas"
"HUmph,' he growled. He consid-
cred my horse, and I saw an acquisi-
tive CLEAN in his black eyes. IA fine
horse, Senior"
"Aye; gift from Manuel"
"He would look we'll under col.
onel, don't you think?"
every we'll, Senior, though, unfor-
tunately I do not expect to become
colonel"
Now he laughed, but his eyes were
cold, and his laughter was not pleas
ant thing to hear. "The wings you
will soon possess, Senior, will render
the use of a poor earthly horse un-
necessary"
How wanted to thrust my fist into
that smiling face Of his, to discom-
pose the even order Of his teeth, to
get my fingers III.
He must have sensed my murderous
passion, for he uttered short com.
mand, and two OF the llaneros grasped
me by the arms. "This officer with
the bandaged head whose safety
seemed so precious thing to you
Senior, you do not tell me who he is
''The Dauphin will do as well az
anyone" said !.
every we'll; one life is little enough
to spend to save the Dauphin. I con
graduate you. The sun, Senior, ID
just coming over the rocky crest OF
yonder mountain-an excellent time
indeed. You may view it as you die
It is more than many poor Vene
zuelan has been permitted to do.''
The soldiers must have anticipated
the wishes Of their colonel, for 6
squad of eight swung into line be-
tween us and the sun, turned to face
me, grounded their guns, and waited
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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