Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 March 1942 — Page 40

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Mexican Masquerade

By Cecil Carnes

CHAPTER TWO

PROMPTLY ALLAN went into action. He headed the car down

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the hill and stepped on the gas. The sedan plunged onward in a! series of leaps and bounds. It took! all of his strength to keep it on the road. He kept one eye on the ruts and gullies of the wagon track, the other on the progress of the fight ahead. The officer was holding his own. His blade was longer than the others, and his swordsmanship was superb. He parried slash after

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slash, and when opportunities came, | he thrust wickedly at the ‘foe. It] was pretty fencing. Allan had time] to think how much the spectacle] resembled a scene from “The Three | Musketeers,” and almost regretted that he and the sedan were about! to introduce the modernistic panzer touch to a picture so romantic. He had time, too, for a fleeting] memory of the chiefs farewell | admonition the morning they parted | in San Diego. “Watch your step, my boy! You'll be on your own down there, you know. and you can't count on much help from us if you get in a spot. So—don’t stick your neck out!” Well—to blazes with all that how! thought Allan. One man attacked | by three, and the one was in the uniform of a soldier and the three were a bunch of sloppy, bearded bravos—bandits, if he didn't miss his guess. Far back in his line of ancestors was a red-headed Irishman; the Hibernian strait was not normally apparent in Allan's behavior, but in a crisis such as this it was apt to take full charge. Now it was running the show in the best fighting Irish tradition, urging him into battle on the weaker side. He was within yards of it by now. He was not sure what might happen if he went smashing headlong into the whirling knot of men on horses. The sedan might upséet— it might even be hopelessly wrecked! He could not risk that. He didn't know how badly he might need the car, and there was & limit to the extent he could forget the claims of duty. Exasperating—but there it was! A smooth stretch in the road gave him a chance to free ohe hand from the wheel and bring it down on the button of his horn. The raucous blare ripped out its warning. Again he pressed, and once again. = = = EVEN THROUGH the heat of battle the hideous sound carried to the fighters’ ears. They sensed their peril, turning their heads to get a flashing vision of the metal juggernaut rhing upon them. It was a sight to shatter the stoutest morale. Instinctively, they acted to save themselves. They drove home their spurs, and their plunging horses carried them off the road to safety as Allan went by in a haze of speed and dust. He stopped his engine, stepped on the foot brake, jerked the emergency as soon as he dared. Even at that the sedan slewed in a8 half-cicrle and came to a screeching stop pointed in the direction of San Saba. Allan flung open the door beside him, leaped to the road and ran back toward the scene of the fight. There was no fight left. ‘The three bravos were already on the point of vanishing around the clump of cactus. Just before he disappeared, the rearmost of the trio pulled his steed back on its haunches. He brandished his machete at the officer. “Nell get you yet!” he shouted furiously. Then he spat one final word that startled Allan by its implications. “Traitor!” He gave his horse its head and vanished. Allan lowered the revolver he had whipped from his pocket as he ran. A quiet voice spoke beside him. “Let them go, senor, let them go.” At close quarters the officer turned out to be a handsome young fellow with a small neat mustache as black as his eyes. He was twisting the

mustache now and there was a glint

land were sure they could if I was,

“Sergeant, you will tell your girl friend that the chevrons on your sleeve are sufficient to denote your rank!” killed them quite easily myself ifion the ground while they were I had chosen. But—well, after all. mounted. They knew I was Iunchthey are friends of mine.” [ing at & small hotel near here and “Oh,” said Allan blankly. “Afraid that I am due in San Saba at 3 I didn't understand.” The corners 0clock. So they caught this man— of his mouth twitched. “If those he is not quite right in his head, were friends of vours, senor, your poor fellow —stufined him, and enemies must be something to see!” [placed him here by the road. They The Mexican flashed a responsive | KNEW I would see him and get down smile that revealed a set of white, 0 examine him. It all worked out teeth, small and regular as any in 2S expected, and when the moment

Hollywood. But when he answered arrived they charged out from beAiS tOhe was Serious ‘hind their ambush—this cactus.

“You are naturally puzzled, yet | Neal, eh? the fact is as I stated it. They (Te Be Continued) are my friends, and it would have ae peén excessively painful if I had |(All events, names and characters in this been obliged to kill them to save] story are fictitious)

my own life. Your timely arrival NAVY'S RECRUITING

and assistance spared me that. CHIEF SENT TO SEA

You have rendered me a very great service, senor, which I will gladly WASHINGTON, March 27 (U.P). | Capt. F. E. M. Whiting, 51, who

répay if I should have the chance. Now you can render me another by! has directed the recruiting of 172.- | [000 navy enlisted men since Dec. 8,|

not asking me to explain why friends should have seemed sS0—sO unfriendly.” | has been ordered to sea duty, the J I has announced. HE CONCLUDED the formal Davy speech with a slight inclination of} Comm. Webb C. Hayes, 51, U, S.

his body. Allan Stetle didn't risk naval reserve, has relieved Capt. a HOW but he tried to make his nod: Whiting as director of recruiting, polite. a position Capt. Whiting had held

«Oh, sure. Your affair, not mine. Since July, 1840.

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“You speak Spanish very well, sehor. Amazirgly well for a North American.” The vnlack eyes were suddenly dark and cold. “Since

that is so, you doubtless under-| » stood what that last fellow said to Roller Skating me.” | Environment “He called you a traitor,” said] Allan bluntiy. “Hardly a pleasant epithet when! applied to a soldier in the service of his country! I can only assure! you he and his comrades are iabor-| The New ing under a misapprehension about Distinctive

me.” Then the smoldering anger left his eyes and the amusement’ returned. “A misapprehension I shall be at some pains to correct before they really do kill me!” “Yes, I'd correct it if I were you, decidedly!” “You see,” said the officer re-

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