MORE AMERICANS BUTCHERED
A great revolt had again broken out against the de facto government. It was spreading, the report said, hourly. In the Companos District the wires had been cut, but it was known that there had been much bloodshed there. Several of the former insurrecto leaders who had recently gone over to the existing party in power at Mexico City, were reported assassinated, among them Juan Dicampa.
"And he was Mr. Day's friend—he served him well during the last uprising in that district!" Nelson ejaculated.
"That ain't the worst. Read on," breathed Marty.
"Great heavens! can it be possible?" whispered Nelson.
"The mines in the Companos District have all been seized by the insurrectos. The peons working them have been forced into the ranks of the revolutionists. Not an American has escaped from the district and several are known to have been killed. At the Alderdice Mine, fourteen miles north of San Cristoval, it is said the superintendent, B. Day, has been wounded and is held prisoner."
"Wh—what do you know about that?" stuttered Marty. "Uncle Brocky's hurt and they won't let him go."
"Hush!" commanded Nelson.
"Aw—there's nobody to hear," choked the boy. "And how can we keep it from Janice?"
"We must!" exclaimed Nelson.