The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . them, andthe guerillas, supposing that all the Americans inthe vicinity were shut up at Puebla, had not eventaken the precaution to put out pickets. Under cover of the bushes, Arthur formed hismen and from the backs of their steeds they pouredin a volley and charged. Wild yells broke onthe air, and through and through the camp theAmericans charged, leaping their horses over theghastly struggling forms on the ground. Wheel-ing about, they again das
The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . them, andthe guerillas, supposing that all the Americans inthe vicinity were shut up at Puebla, had not eventaken the precaution to put out pickets. Under cover of the bushes, Arthur formed hismen and from the backs of their steeds they pouredin a volley and charged. Wild yells broke onthe air, and through and through the camp theAmericans charged, leaping their horses over theghastly struggling forms on the ground. Wheel-ing about, they again dashed through the enemy,shooting and cutting right and left. The guerillas,being taken completely by surprise, made no re-sistance, but fled in every direction. They numbered over six hundred, but werepursued and shot down by the soldiers, until fully REJECTED. 393 half lay on the field. Most of them were half-breeds, and the others were desperadoes, of whomMexico was thankful to be rid. When the con-flict was over, Arthur looked about for Mike, andfound him standing by the body of a dead guerilla,whose costly velvet doublet and silver mounted. Well, tis over. The end has come at last! sabre and pistols proclaimed him to be a chiefamong the brigands. There was a hole in the cen-tre of his forehead made by a rifle ball from whichhis life blood had poured forth upon the recognized the villanous face of the deadman as Miguel Morillo. Leaning on his rifle, thescout gazed strangely and solemnly, yet with satis-faction on the fallen man, as he muttered: Well, tis over. The end has come at last! 394 HUMBLED PRIDE. Mike, did you know him? Arthur asked. He started as if he had been detected in someguilty act and answered: Yes. Arthur felt a delicacy in approaching the sub-ject, yet his curiosity had long been at its gazing on the fallen man for a moment, heremarked: Mike, there is some strange mystery aboutyour life and this man. Can you tell me—willyou tell me
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