As warm U. S. tourists bustled and Panamanian loafers ogled in the railway station at Colon, C. Z., one day last week, few noticed a swart, perspiring gentleman who descended from the Panama City train with his wife and five children in tow. But everyone turned in terror as with a sudden ccr-a-a-c-k a fierce-eyed fellow lashed out at him with a horsewhip. Soon the two were grappling for a revolver, rending the air with torrid Spanish curses. Police intervened and hustled both men off to jail.
There it was discovered that the...
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