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BY W. A. PHELON
(Copyright, IMS, by W. Q. Chapman.)
"I see, meln frient." quoth the
baron, "dot you vos, ad lasd, in safe
hands. Vere Iss your partner?"
The baron was much worried at
the news that Solano had escaped,
but expressed marked relief at the
^formation that the Cuban had not
succeeded in getting away with the
letters addressed to Gomez Esteral.
"Dot iss veil," he sighed, happily.
"It iss, berhaps, better yet dot he haf
gone—he can haf nodings to say, und
dere iss but de von left to disbose off.
Shall ve get down to bitzness? Vere
Iss de llddle ledders, gaptain?"
A sentinel at the northern edge of
the clearing gave challenge, and two
more of the bandits came across the
glade. With them walked a little
brown man, suave and gentle—the lit
tle man whom Brockett thought long
Since dead in the waters of North
river—the tireless agent of Japan—
Bone less than Mr. Yazimoto!
Baron Zollern greeted the Nippon
ese with evident surprise, but with
"I subbosed," said he, "dot my ab
bolntmend vos exclusive mit de cap
tain. Sdill, Herr Yazimoto, you are
welcome. You unterstand, of gourse,
dot I haf de virst und only glaim to
dese Esteral documents? De key off
Be cipher code. Herr Yazimoto, I will
share mit you, undygladly. Iss dot
Mr. Yazimoto purred his dissent.
The entire dossier of Esteral letters,
as well as the cipher code, he ex
plained, were his. After he had per
sued them, be would gladly'let his
old friend, the Baron Zollern, glance
through them, but for the present
time, though It desolated him to be
so selfish, he must insist upon the
first inspection of the papers, already
purchased from the honorable cap
Baron Zollern glowered and growled
bis statement that he had paid for the
letters, and that he, he alone, should
have first reading of the missives.
Both men appealed to Juan Torrejon.
That operatic brigand promptly found
refuge in his ignorance of the English
tongue. Loud language was heard
the big German purpled in the face,
and the suave smile left the counte
nance of Mr. Yazimoto. Brockett, fas
cinated by the faces of these two men,
whom he had thought removed from
his path forever, almost forget that
he was a prisoner, and completely for
got the dangers of his situation as he
listened to the quarrel.
Juan Torrejon stood by and smiled
humorously at the babel of tongues,
but finally seemed to tire of the up
roar. He beckoned the young Mex
ican who had previously translated
bis words to Brockett, and calmly
laid down the law to the contending
"I must confess, senores," said
Torrejon, pleasantly, "that I forget
which one of you should have prece
«n vmir dealings with me. It is
true, also, that I did accept money
from you both. That money, how
ever, was but a retainer, an advance
fee, let us say. Here are the letters,
Intact, even as I but a few hours
since took them from this young
caballero. Suppose, senores, that you
make further offer for them?"
Baron Zollern emitted a snort of
indignation. "A hold-up, iss id?" he
fairly bellowed. "Veil, I should haf
oxbected id. Here"—and he dragged
a capacious wallet'from his inner
Pocket—"iss ten tousand dollars more.
Vill dot suffice your rabacity?"
Juan Torrejon bowed with all the
grace of a true Spanish cavalier. "It
•will be ample, senor—unless this
other gentleman desires to offer still
Mr. Yazimoto turned white beneath
his saffron skin.
"T had imagined,." he protested.
-that tat Mrgaln coneiuaea wita toe
honorable captain was a business
transaction. Unfortunate to declare*
brought no money with me. Still,
If the honorable captain will agree, I
will bring twelve thousand dollars be
fore the sunrise of another morning."
Torrejon shook his head.
"I fear," said he, ''that present op
portunities must be accepted rather
than future chances. Senor Zollern,
permit me to present you with the
documents in question."
Grunting with heartfelt pleasure,
the German seized the envelopes and
thrust them, unopened, into his pocket,
Mr. Yazimoto, clenching his small
brown hands in rage and disappoint
ment, eyed him like a wildcat hesi
tating before a spring.
"Dere vas great need," said Baron
Zollern, "dot I should haf dese led
ders. Herr.Yazimoto, rebeat to you
—you vas endirely velcome to de
cipher code Vill you agcept id from
me tomorrow? Also, I bromise you,
you shall haf de obbortunidy to ex
amine all bortions off dese babers dot
may goncern you or your gofernmend.
Vot say you? Vill you agcept a seg
"It seems to me," came a soft, well
modulated voice, "that a third reading
will be better for Mr. Yazimoto. At
least, that is my opinion."
Juan Torrejon, petrified where he
stood, was staring open-eyed and open
mouthed at a small, almost insignifi
cant individual, standing not ten feet
from the bandit's side. The members
of Torrejon's gang, suddenly convert
ed into most peaceful citizens, had
dropped their arms and were ranged
ro meek and gentle groups along the
glade. Across the clearing was
streaming a long column of superbly
armed and mounted riders, and addi
tional horsemen were already holding
every exit from the camp-ground.
"I believe," the little man resumed,
"that every man is entitled to a first
perusal of his own correspondence.
Will you kmdly hand those envelopes
to me, Herr Zollern? I am Gomez
Baron Zollern buttoned his coat,
clenched his fists, and snarled defi
ance. "No! Nefer!" he roared, step
ping forward and glaring at the little
leader.. "Dake dem ofer my dead
body—If you can!"
Gomez Esteral smiled compassion
"I do not wish to be too strenuous,"
said he. "Still I think we can obtain
the letters without having to commit
The close-ranked horsemen opened
up a lane and Ramon Solano, leaning
on the shoulder of a small, stocky,
redheaded boy, limped up to the little
chieftain. Brockett, with a whoop of
delight, fell upon the Cuban, who
hugged him delightedly for a brief in
stant, and then turned smiling to
"Why not let Baron Zollern keep
his papers?" spoke Solano. "The real
letters, Senor Esteral, are here."
Gomez Esteral took the battered old
ball gingerly, as if suspecting a bomb
plot or a practical joke. Brockett,
sensing the comedy of the scene,
laughed unrestrainedly for a moment,
and then, taking the ball from the
puzzled leader, ripped open the seams.
The yarn was torn away, the papers
came in view, and Brockett, still
laughing, handed the crumpled mis
sives to Gomez Esteral.
"Madre de Dlos!" cried Juan Tor
rejon, "but that was cunning work!
The draft of a fox! The generalship
of a Napoleon! But what, young
friend, would you have done if you
had not possessed this ball?"
Both boys joined in a peal of merri
ment. "That, Senor Captain," Brock
ett answered, "would have been the
least of our troubles. We would have
borrowed a new ball from you!"
Torrejon smote his thigh with open
palm. "Carramba," he shouted, "and
I would have given it, beyond a doubt!
Then I would have been ten times
more the monkey and what you Grin
gos call the goat! Gomez Esteral, I
am your prisoner. Do with me what
you will—I do not care. After behold
Ing a good joke such as this, I can
meet any fate, well-satisfied!"
Gomez Esteral spoke gravely,
thoughtfully. 'There is much here to
perplex and bewilder me. I will re
tire and reason out the full meaning
of these letters. Rest you here,
senores, all of you. I will return in
perhaps an hour." And the little man,
attended by two or three of his horse
men, disappeared amid the chaparral.
Bacon Zollern drew the worthless
envelopes from his pocket, tore them
open, and stared at the blank sheets
they had contained. Then, with a
gesture of utter disgust and sardonic
contempt, he offered them to Mr.
Yazimoto. The Japanese struck them
from the German's hand, sank down
upon the soa. and sobbed ilk* a little
child. Baron Zollern drew himself up
J'For me," he spoke, 'id iss all ofer.
I may not go back to Berlin now.
Young chentlemen, I gongrachulade
you. You haf outvitted me from start
to flnlcb, und you haf dricked me at
de lasd. Vill you shake hands mit
Brockett and Solano stood with
bared heads as they clasped the
baron's hand. A great soul had broken
before them, and a patriot had come
to the bitter ending of his dreams.
They clasped the German's hands—
and all was silence save the sobbing
of the little Japanese, unnerved and
"Id vos not a fair contest," the
baron said, patting the boys on the
shoulder. "Dere vas you two—und
agalnsd you twenty spies und skilled
hunters of men. Somedimes, Herr
Yazimoto und I vorked togeder. Some
dimes ve vorked abart. Mit all de
resources at our gommand, ve kebt
ubon de drail—two men can hardly
vool twenty. Ve did all ve could—
und yet you beat us, beat us at efery
blace, und in efery city. At lasd, here
in Mexico, I beliefed ve had you—
und you gafe us de checkmate at de
lasd turn off de road! Boys, again I
gongradulate you. You vill be great
6ome day—I, Baron Zollern crushed
und beaten, say it now!"
"He didn't count de numbers right,
dere," piped up the small red-headed
youngster who had escorted Ramon
Solano to the scene. "Where'd de hull
bunch o' youse a* been but for Mike
McKane, I'd like tuh know?"
"What I'd like to know," queried
Brockett, "is how you happened to get
down here, anyhow? Who turned you
"Turned loose nottln'," answered
Mike McKane. "Didn't I tell yoqse
guys I was goin' on dis trip? Well, I
made good. Lissen tuh me, bo: youse
two left a track so wide yuh coulda
driven an ortermobile over it.'When
rouse left Washin'ton I was right in
de neighborhood. If youse wanter
know, you'd a hadda heap o: trouble
gettln' clear from dat street fight wit*
de bulls but for me. I pointed 'em up
an alley, an' dey went up it like a
lotta boobs. After dat, It was plumb
easy fer me to keep »n touch wit'
youse. One or two times, youse did a
doublin' act, like a guy tryin' to t'row
de shadows off when his wife has
hired de Pinks ter watch 'lm, but I
kinda figgered out just where you'd
likely light—an* I didn't miss out once,
pid dem letters have youse a-guess
"Well, rather!" cried Brockett.
"What's the explanation?"
"Explanation's dead soft," grinned
the messenger boy. "Yuh see, old
Chief Wilkins an' General Cole has al
ways thought I had de goods in me
fer a Sherlock Holmes. So when
youse was all framed up fer de trip
dey calls me in an' tells me to hang
'round in de vicinity, see? And tuh
keep a close eye on youse, do all I
could to help youse, an', if youse got
stalled at de finish, to shoot home de
news. In oder words, I was guardeen
an' shadow over de whole journey— man? That sunset head would tip you
an* de letters was jest part of it all. off to every1- crook in North America."
It was a pipe fer me to learn your
cipher—any baseball bug can easy do
it—an' as for de letters, I can say
dis* I may talk on de fritz, but at
school I always got any spellin' prizes
dat was to be had."
"You must have kept in touch with the Filipino with whom you had some
the chief, too, didn't you?" asked So
"I surely did. I was de live wire,
de line of communication, an' I just
ferried along some letters dat de chief
an' de general managed tuh sret tuh
I was Johnny on de spot riant
todde finish—an' I'm thinkin' dere'd
up to finish—an I' thinkin dere
have been a different finish today but
"That's right," cut in Solano. "You
noticed I was limping a little, didn't
you? I was making the best speed I
could to get away from our friend
Torrejon's people, when, maybe two
miles out of camp, I wrenched my
ankle. They were almost on top of
me when this imp of Satan jumped
out from a patch of cactus by the
me Into the bush, and there we
crouched while the hunt went by.
They are good trackers and it wasn't
long before they were back, all 'round
the spot where I had disappeared.
Mike proposed to give them a fight as
soon as they found us, and I think
he'd have cleaned up their whole
company—only he didn't have to.
They couldn't have been ten feet from
us when Gomez Esteral rode up with
300 men and that changed the story."
"Youse never thought to ask how
dis Gomez party happened along in
the neighborhood, didja?" questioned
Mike McKane. "Naw, I thought not.
Charge dat to me, too. When youse
guys rode outa de cavalry camp, I
was five miles in de lead. I ain't no
rider, so I was paddin' de hoof ahead.
When youse was held up I was may
be tree hundred feet away. I knew
where youse was headed for, an' so I
beat it to dis Nogal joint, where de
Gomez feller holds out Den I tells
him all I know he agrees to turn
right out, quick as he can get some
men togeder, an' 'I tries to hurry back
to see If dere was anyting I could do.
On de way, I falls in wit' Solano—an'
youse knows all de rest"
Gomejs Esteral was holding judg
ment in the center of the clearing.
The face of the man who had dreamed
of empire was lined and drawn
twenty years seemed to have been
added to his age in one hour's time.
Somberly he gazed at the little group
before him, and his voice choked as
"I have had a rude awakening,"
said Gomez Esteral "I have learned
that friends arev false, and that ene
mies may be truest friends. The shock
has almost overwhelmed me—I can
say but little Baron Zollern, Mr.
Yazimoto—go your ways Whether my
dreams are ever realized or my am
bition wrecked, there shall be no profit
for Japan or Germany. The world of
Latin-America shall know of the tre
mendous treachery they planned, and
that knowledge will end the hopes
your nations may have held. Juan
Torrejon, I pardon you and your men
for any indiscretions you may have
committed. Young gentlemen of the
United States, you may return, under
escort and protection, bearing with
you my heartiest admiration and as
surance that your noble nation, at
least, need fret no more over the plots
Of Gomez Esteral!"
"Nice promotion waiting back In
Washington for you, Mr. Brockett,"
Bald old Colonel Lewis, beaming with
fatherly affection upon the messen
gers "Too bad you are not In gov
ernment service, Mr Solano"
The Cuban smiled delightedly.
"I'm sorry, at times," he admitted,
"that I am not an American citizen
and working in the same department
as Harry Brockett Still, Cuba Is quite
a country—and I am told that a re
sponsible post will be given me at
Havana, just as the outcome of these
"Glad to hear it, my boy," replied
the colonel. "By the way. there is
quite a lot of news from Washington
besides your promotion, Mr Brockett.
Chief Wilkins' stenographer, Miss
Lawson, will not be there when you
return. You can probably imagine
why. No arrest, no trouble—nothing
at all. 'For the good of the service,'
you understand? This redheaded imp"
(Mike McKane looked combative for
an instant) "Is to go into the secret
service—the chief says he regards him
as a most promising junior operative.
How about dyeing that hair, young
"Aw, dat's nottln'," remarked the
crimson-head. "Trouble an' wisdom
Soon tilrn de hair white an' make a
guy look dignified."
"A bit from Chicago, also, gentle
men," resumed the colonel. "Agullar,
exciting experiences, has been iden
tified as one of the last ladrones, or
murderous robbers, that prowled the
Island of Luzon. Nice reward for his
capture. I would suggest that it be
divided up between yourselves and
the policemen who made the capture.
The big negro whom Agullar stabbed
will get well."
"Glad of It," interrupted Mike Mc
Kane. "He looked like a big, good
natured mutt to me when I slipped
him a cipher letter In Detroit."
The colonel laughed good-naturedly,
and continued: "Everything that you
were asked to do has been done with
honor, young gentlemen. And now,
boys, there is one thing I wish you
would explain to me—I have official
permission from General Cole to re
ceive enlightenment upon the subject
Will you kindly map out to me the
details of this confounded cipher? .It
Is easy enough to write and work out
when you have tbe key—but what is
the basic foundation of the key? I've
tried every way I could imagine to
work it out I understand that the
best cipher experts of Germany and
Japan found the task hopeless and
Impossible. That was one reason for
their anxiety to get the key away from
you. Just to satisfy my own curiosity,
I have submitted the code to three
American gentlemen who were sup
posed to be marvels in deciphering
puzzles of the kind—and they gave It
up in anger and abasement They said
'that there was no law. no logic, no
road. Somehow or other he dragged borrowed from baseball. That's easy
foundation from" which to unravel
nuch a cipher. So much the better.
That made It the safest and surest
thing in secret service codes that any
one ever Invented. It Is a marvel—
I'll take my hat off to It—but, just to
ease the old age of a bewildered man,
you will show me the idea and the
backbone of the thing."
"It's as easy as A C," said Brock
ett, "if you start it right and get ac
quainted with it. As you doubtless
understand, the terms used are all
enough, isn't it?"
"It ought to be," assented the col
onel, "but how about the order and
lequence of the hieroglyphics?"
"Well, here you are," said the in
ventor. '1 took a guide-book, a base
ball book covering the season of 1910,
us my model, and classified things in
"A: Numbers. The numbers which
3corers give to the players are re
membered—and used the other way.
rhe scorer usually calls the pitcher
ttfo 1. In this cipher P—the abbrevla
fion for pitcher—does duty for the
The numbers, then*, are as
"Not bad," chortled the colonel, as
this last announcement was read. "Go
»head—this is good."
"I decided," Brockett continued, "to
let 100 stand for the word manager—
used either way, of course—and 1,000
stand for magnate. Certain figures,
to make the cipher a trifle harder of
unraveling, were then added from the
averages. If, for example, I had oc
casion to use the figures 385 in any
connection, I used the word 'COBB.'
$85, you see, was Cobb's batting aver
age on the 1910 season."
"That word," laughed the colonel,
"proved the death-blow to one of my
experts who had been getting along
swimmingly till he encountered it. Go
"The letters of tbe alphabet,"
Brockett resumed, "were taken from
the details at the heads of columns
in the scores, or from the details at
the lower portions thereof. Let me
show you the idea:
"Hold on," Interrupted tbe colonel.
1 can follow so far—but what does
the TB represent in baseball?"
"Total bases, colonel," Brockett ex
"K—BA (batting average).
"O—TC (total chances).
"P—FA (fielding average).
"Q—IP (innings pitched)./
"T—To (taken out).'
"X—HB (hit by pltchery.
"The—ER (earned runs).
"Of—LB (left on bases).
"Some of the last-named abbrevia
tions, colonel," Brockett went on*
"ar* realiv hist ornamental, but can
help to puzzie anyone «n aa iaqmac
tive nature. Then, too, you can use
the order in which the teams finished
In 1910 to designate the terms first,
second, third, etc. See how It all
The colonel looked over key and
code once more, and then solemnly
shook hands with all three of the
"Boys," said he, "I surrender at
"Shall we leave tomorrow?" asked
Brockett, as the common citizens were
arraying themselves for the decisive
game against the cavalry* The Cuban
"Not that it isn't pleasant enough
"round here," explained Ramon Solano,
"and we could put in the whole month
of your leave-ot-absence among good
friends. Still. I want to so back east
By the Way, now ww riiirTnifTsHI' tttt^
ball that Delehanty gave year
Brockett sighed sympathetically.
"You have my condolences. Ramon
I really wanted you to have that a
but it so happens that it was the verjr
ball In which I put those messages^
that night near Rancho Nogal—anOkk™
Gomez Esteral now holds it as ?i
"I'll go over and coax it away froittflf
him," volunteered Mike McKane. W)b
"Not a chance." neeatlved Btoetett-£4&
"Not a cnance. Jisterai prizes that
ball above all other trophies, ana
you'd be lucky to escape unhanged itr
you tried to get it. Sorry for you..
Ramon—there's one of your dreams,
that won't come true."
"It looks that way," smiled the Cu
ban. "Still—there are other dreams.
That's why I want to go back east to
morrow. I promised that I would pajr
a call upon your sister, Harry—anoL
the call is overdue."
Solano's dark face flushed frankly
Brockett began to whistle, and Mike
McKane revolved away toward th*
ball field by a series of handsprings.
A bugle sounded the athletes of the
cavalry trooped out to take up their
positions, and the bearers of. the.
Diamond Cipher started happily to
wards the battleground.
AW HOUR'S WALK.
Would Hardly Think It Meant
Traveling 85,253 Miles.
Have you ever thought of the dis
tance you travel when you are out.
on an hour's stroll? Possibly youa
walk three miles within the hour, but
that does not by any means represent
the distance you travel. The earthv
turns on its axis every twenty-four
hours. For the sake of round figures^
we will call the earth's circumference
24,000 miles, and so you must have
traveled during the hour's stroll 1,000*
miles in the axial turn of the earth.
But this is not all. The earth makes*
a journey around the sun every year.,
and a long but rapid trip it is. The
distance of our planet from the sun
we will put at 92.000.000 miles. Thls
is the radius of the earth's orbit—half
the diameter of the circle, as we caU
It. The whole diameter is therefore
184,000.000 miles, and the circumfer
ence, being the din meter multiplied by
3141G, Is about 578,000.000
This'amazing distance the earth trav
els In its yearly journey, and dividing
It by 3G5 we find the daily speed about
1.58GO0O Then we get tbe distance
you rode around the sun during your
hour's walk, divide again by twenty
four, and the result is about GG.000*
miles. But this is not the end of your
hour's trip The sun. with its entire
brood of planets, is moving in space
at the rate of 100,000,000 miles in a.
year. That is at the rate of a little
more than 438.000 miles a day, or 18.
250 miles an bour
So, adding your three miles of leg:
travel to the hour's axial movement of
the earth, this to the earth's orbital
journey and that again to the earth's*
excursion with tbe sun. and you find?
you have traveled in the bour 85253:
Made the Sea Run.
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sicale, "I have had some exciting ex
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London a terrible storm arose, and E
had to sing to quiet the immigrants.
You should have seen tbe heavy "sea*
And the big. rude man in the pink:
necktie gazed out of the window.
"I don't blame the sea," he mutteredV
He—What a glum and dismal wife
you are! I don't bellve you could be
lively or pleasant to save your lifes.
She—I may be a dull wife, but justs
give me a chance and see wbat
merry widow I would make.—London*
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