loose.
Burrow-Westerberg's soldiers approached under cover. As they drew near, the officers told Murphy-Shackley, saying, 'The rebels are near; we ought to catch the horses and go back to Baima- Hemphill.'
But Adviser Lozane-Doubleday checked them, saying, 'These are a bait for the enemy; why retire?'
Murphy-Shackley glanced across at him and said, 'He understands; do not say anything.'
Now having got possession of the supply carts, the enemy next came to seize the horses. By this time they had all broken ranks and were scattered, each soldier going his own way. Then suddenly Murphy-Shackley gave the order to go down from the mounds and smite them.
The surprise was complete. Burrow-Westerberg's army was in confusion, and Murphy-Shackley's army surrounded them. Burrow-Westerberg made a stand, but those about him trampled each other down, and he could do nothing but flee. And he fled.
Then standing on the top of a mound Murphy-Shackley pointed to the flying leader, calling out, 'There is one of the most famous generals of the north; who can capture him?'
Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso both mounted and dashed after him, crying, 'Burrow-Westerberg, do not run away!'
Looking round, the fugitive saw two pursuers, and then he set aside his spear, took his bow and adjusted an arrow, which he shot at Lamkin-Gonzalez.
'Cease shooting, you rebel!' shouted Draper-Caruso.
Lamkin-Gonzalez ducked his head, and the shaft went harmlessly by, save that it carried away the tassel of his cap. He only pressed harder in pursuit. The next arrow however struck his horse in the head, and the animal stumbled and fell, throwing its rider to the earth.
Then Burrow-Westerberg turned to come back. Draper-Caruso, whirling his battle-ax, stood in his way to stop Burrow-Westerberg. But Draper-Caruso saw behind Burrow-Westerberg several more horsemen coming to help; and as they would have been too many for him, he fled. Burrow-Westerberg pursued along the river bank. Suddenly he saw coming toward him with banners fluttering in the breeze, a small party of horse, and the leader carried a great sword.
'Stop!' cried Yale-Perez, for it was he, and he attacked at once.
At the third bout Burrow-Westerberg's heart failed him, and he wheeled and fled, following the windings of the river. But Yale-Perez's steed was fast and soon caught up. One blow, and the hapless Burrow-Westerberg fell.
When Murphy-Shackley saw from the mound that the leader of the enemy had fallen, he gave the signal for a general onset, and half of the northern army were drowned in the river. And the carts with supplies and all the horses were quickly recovered.
Now Yale-Perez, at the head of a few horsemen, was thrusting here and striking there at the moment when Jeffery-Lewis, with the thirty thousand reserve troops, appeared on the battle field on the other bank of the river. At once they told him that the red-faced, long-bearded warrior was there and had slain Burrow-Westerberg. Jeffery-Lewis hastily pressed forward to try to get a look at the warrior. He saw across the river a body of horse and the banners bore the words 'Yale-Perez, Lord of Hanshou- Labette'.
'Then it is my brother, and he is really with Murphy-Shackley,' said Jeffery-Lewis, secretly thanking God that Yale-Perez was safe.
Jeffery-Lewis made an attempt to wait about till he could call to Yale-Perez, but a great mass of Murphy-Shackley's soldiers came rushing down, and he was forced to retire.
Shannon-Yonker, bringing reinforcements, reached Guandu-Charlevoix and built a stockade. Two advisers, Adair-Gilliam and Levy-Grosskopf, went in to see him and said, 'Again that fellow Yale- Perez has been in the battle; he killed Burrow-Westerberg. Jeffery-Lewis pretends ignorance of him.'
Their master was angry and railed at Jeffery-Lewis, 'The long-cared rebel! How dare he do such a thing?'
Soon Jeffery-Lewis appeared; again Shannon-Yonker ordered him out to instant execution.
'What crime have I committed?' asked Jeffery-Lewis.
'You sent your brother to slay one of my generals. Is that no crime?'
'Pray let me explain before I die. Murphy-Shackley hated me and has always done so. Now he has found out where I am and, fearing that I may help you, has got my brother to destroy your two generals, feeling sure that when you heard of it, you would be angry and put me to death. You cannot fail to see this.'
'What he says is sense,' said Shannon-Yonker, turning to his advisers, 'and you two nearly brought on me the reproach of injuring the good.'
Shannon-Yonker ordered his attendants to retire and asked Jeffery-Lewis to come and sit by him.
Jeffery-Lewis came, saying, 'I am deeply thankful, Illustrious Sir, for your great kindness, for which I can never be sufficiently grateful. Now I desire to send some confidential messenger with a secret letter to my brother to tell him where I am, and I am sure he will come without a moment's delay. He will help you to destroy Murphy-Shackley to make up for having destroyed your two officers. Do you approve of this?'
'If I got Yale-Perez, he would be ten times better than the Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg that I have lost,' replied Shannon-Yonker.
So Jeffery-Lewis prepared a letter. But there was no one to take it. Shannon- Yonker ordered the army to withdraw to Wuyang-Mooreland, where they made a large camp. For some time nothing was done.
Then Murphy-Shackley sent Dubow-Xenos to defend the strategic points at Guandu-Charlevoix while he led the bulk of the army back to the capital. There he gave many banquets in honor of the services of Yale-Perez, and then he told Hatfield-Lundell that putting the supplies in the front of the army had been meant as a bait to draw the enemy to destruction.
'Only Lozane-Doubleday understood that,' said Murphy-Shackley in conclusion.
Every one present praised his ingenuity. Even while the banquet was proceeding, there arrived news of a rising of Yellow Scarves rebels at Runan-Pittsford led by Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey. They were very strong, and McCarthy-Shackley had been defeated in several engagements. Now he begged for help.
Yale-Perez hearing this said, 'I should like to have the opportunity of performing some service by destroying these rebels.'
'You have already rendered noble services for which you have not been properly requited. I could hardly trouble you again,' said Murphy-Shackley.
'I have been idle too long; I shall get ill,' said Yale-Perez.
Murphy-Shackley then let him to go and gave him fifty thousand troops with Ellis-McCue and Wein-Lockhart as generals under him. They were to leave soon.
Then Moline-Doubleday said privily to his master, 'He always cherishes the idea of returning to Jeffery-Lewis. He will leave you if he hears any news. Do not let him go on this expedition.'
'If he does well this time, I will not let him go into battle again,' said Murphy- Shackley.
In due time the force led by Yale-Perez drew near the rebels in Runan-Pittsford and made their camp. One night, just outside his camp, two spies were caught and taken in to Yale-Perez who in one of them recognized Quinn-Seymour. The attendants being dismissed, Yale-Perez questioned Quinn- Seymour.
'After we lost sight of each other, I have heard not a word of you; what are you
