The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-03

bought 8 herd of horses for just that purpose, decript stock at an average of $l0 per head. Thus mounted, his armed aliens could wade right across the shallow Rio, constituting in reality troop of cavalry too big for any Border Patrol force within the whole dis- tric. If the aliens couldn't slip through unseen, they could easily fight their way through, he felt. This thought gave him added dar- ing.
 His only concession to the fact that Betty Mary knew his plans, was to change the date of the crossing. Arbitrarily he advanced it from Sunday to Saturday night. Thus, he told his henchmen proudly, his customers would be in Texas, he picked up in cars that he had arranged, and be well on their way to distant inland cities before los federales thought they had even started across.
 "Is wise arrangement, eh Parl- chito?" he demanded of a young cutthroat lieutenant in his force. Luis Barro is clever man, no es vardad?" He chuckled in high self justification.
 To crouch on her hands and knees under a mass of corrugated paste board boxes, burlap sacks, fruit and vegetable peelings, and sweepings from a large kitchen floor, consti- tuted 8 distinctly novel experience for dainty Miss Betty Mary Jordan of Washington, D. c. Incongruously, she remembered as she crouched there that she had once been voted the sweetest girl in her senior class at school, and that 8 Washington newspaper had carried her pho tograph - posed in dainty silver blue dance ensemble - on its so- ciety pages less than two months ago.
 The burro cart in which she rode, furthermore, had never known springs. Her knees soon were aching, her hands were almost raw. One leg was half asleep and tingling from strain. An hour passed. Two hours. Three.
 She could hardly bear it at first. At the end of perhaps two hours she thought she should surely die. But she scarcely dared make a noise or move. Then, suddenly, the Mexican woodcutter" called his buros to halt. He spoke through the trash to his passenger underneath.
 Are you all right?" Sheridan Starr demanded, in low but firm tone. we have come far away. am quite sure nobody is follow- ing, or even in sight. We are in a group of mesquite trees and other scrubby growth"
 q am exhausted" Betty Mary answered. May l come out now?"
 NO! No, Betty Mary. Not until after nightfall. shall unhitch the burros and pretend to cut more wood. must keep up the act. No telling who's likely to happen along, or watch us from a dis tance. In desperation Hope and l disguised ourselves, and bought the cart and truck from Mexicans. We had to find you!"
 "All right, Sheridan. I am grate- full to you. I'll do just as you say"
 "I1l unload some of the upper boxes, stirring around in the wagon. While do that, shift your position to lie down, getting as comfortable as you can. But do not move the trash unless I am apparently moving it"
 When that was accomplished cramped position had been well nigh unbearable. Now she could relax. There were enough cracks to give her sufficient fresh air. "All right now?" he queried again.
 "Yes, thank you. Thank you million times, Sheridan"
 That's all right, Betty Mary. I was just about crazy. before we found you. Hope and I both. We finally got your signal" "Sherry?"