Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 71: what you’re looking at

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64 . THE ARGOSY, “ Black man down by grove.” “Where we were last night? ” asked Crenshawe. “Yes, come up quick.” ‘“ Are they on the way now?” “ Yes——” Crenshawe hurried faster. He was making towards the park, and in half a minute he burst through a row of bushes and came upon the Don placidlf¥ smoking cigarettes under his favorite tree. “Up, man!” he cried tempestuously. ‘“ The slaves have arisen and are going to attack the magazine.” The Spaniard’s swarthy face grew ashen. The cigarette dropped from his fingers, and his limbs shook as if he were palsied. He tried to speak, but his voice stuck in his throat. “ Do you not hear?” cried Edwardes, addressing him in Spanish. “ The slaves are on the way now to attack the magazine and murder you and every white man on the place.” A tear welled up from each of the Don’s wicked eyes and coursed down his pallid cheeks. “It has always been my nightmare,” he sobbed, “ my one great fear, and at last it has come.” — “Oh, you coward,” roared Crenshawe, dashing off across the lawn. “Which way is the magazine, E,dwardes? ” he shouted back. E.dwardes joined him in a moment and led him around a very large man- sion to a small building in the rear. Crenshawe took little note of the objects that they passed. There was no time for it, although he kept his senses keenly alert for any place that should offer good possibilities for defense. Seated at a little distance from the doorway of the magazine was a white overseer, whom Crenshawe had never seen. He also was occupied in idly smoking cigarettes. “ Give us weapons,” began Crenshawe. “He don’t understand a word of English,” interrupted Edwardes, and he at once spoke to the man in Spanish. The overseer leaped as if he had been shot. His eyes blazed, and without asking for or waiting for a word of explanation he ran into the magazine. Edwardes and Crenshawe followed him, and in another moment were taking revolvers and rifles from racks. Tony came rushing in while they were thus engaged, and he, too, was armed. The men had just succeeded in taking all the weapons each could carry, when they heard the report of a rifle at no great distance, followed by a prolonged howl of many voices. Edwardes looked out of the magazine door. “T can see them,” he exclaimed; “ they have come as far as the huts.” Just then Don Ignacio came tottering up. ‘They have killed Josefo, ” he gasped, and sank in a helpless heap on the floor. The howling of the savages continued and drew nearer. “ How many of them do you suppose are armed?” asked Crenshawe. “Three guards,” answered Tony. ECOMmicooolkKks CO