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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 25, 1913, Image 19

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and Lucetta blushed and ran away
from him as her father approached.
"We have made all our arrange
ments," said. Mr. Morse. "Can you
be here about midnight, ready to ac
company us?"
"Surely," replied Guy. "Is there
need of secrecy and dispatch?"
"I fear so. One of the servants
told us that we are under the ban,
and may be retained. A conveyance
will be here at midnight, and we can
steal away and get a fair start before
our absence is noted in the morning."
"I shall return in two hours,"
promised Guy. "That lurking fellow
in the cloak and sombrero looks
considerably like the man I noticed
behind me when I came here," he
reflected, as he started for his hotel
intent on a hasty packing to join his
friends.
Yes, the man was following him.
Guy was sure of that as he neared a
busy street Then he saw the fellow
approach and speak to one of the
police guards at a corner. The latter
instantly overtook Guy.
"You will have to accompany me,
senor," he said resolutely.
"Why, and where?" demanded
Guy.
"Because of the order of the Pro
visional Committee they demand
your presence."
Guy knew it was useless to demur.
He had seen too much of the auto
cratic tyranny of the insurrectionists
to resist their mandates. Within
half an hour he was arraigned before
the committee in question. The spy
who had followed him put in an ap
pearance. Then another prisoner was
led before this arbitrary bar of jus
tice. It was the man who limped.
"Do you know this personage?"
was demanded by the judge.
"1 have seen him but once before."
"Where and when?"
"In Chihuahua, not two hours
since."
"You gave him money?"
Before Guy could speak, the crip
ple interrupted.
"He gave me charity. I knew your
missions were after me; Iwaa penni- ,
less. He speaks the truth we are
utter strangers. I sought to leave -town
with the funds he loaned me
and was interrupted."
"Did you know that this man,
dro Vaduro, is the chief spy oT the l
government?" demanded the judge
of Guy. j
"I did not." i
"We cannot believe that; you have-
lingered in the city long after youri
business is done. We find you ini
league with one Morse, whose rela
tives were our enemies. Remove the
prisoners till we pass judgment."
And one hour later the two pris
oners, secured in a darksome cell,
learned through hearing a conversa
tion between two turnkeys, that they
were to be taken to the public plaza
at daylight and shot as spies. '
"It is a poor recompense for your
kindness to me, senor," observed Va
duro. Guy shrugged his shoulders. He
tried to be brave and resigned- to his
fate.
"The fortunes of war; my friend,"
he said lightly. - .
"Still, it will not be. .at daybreak,
it will not be on the'plaza. We shall
be far enough away from here long
before then. Senor, if I open the way
to freedom, can you arrange for the
rest?"
"You mean to reach the, border?"
"I do." " : s
"I am sure that I can provide for
a speedy flight.
"Then lead the way when I have
done my work," spoke Vaduro
quietly.
In amazement Guy saw the man
remove a portion of his clothes. His'
limping was explained now. With a'
shrewd, pleased smile on his face his
companion proceeded to unset the
artificial limb he wore.
From its hollow interior, a secret;
storehouse of value indeed, he pro
duced a half dozen tools.
"Proceed," he hailed gaily, as
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