Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 March 1894 — Page 8

FOES If POSH

Continued from Second rage.

"Sleeping like a baby, bless her heart." "Well, I have promised Mr. Drummond that she should be his nurse. 1 hope you will consent. He is sleeping too. No fever yet, am thankful to aay." "Ruth will lie ready, and so will I, to help in ar.y way we can. But when are you to have a rest, may I ask?" "O-oh—by and by. Lee and the others must have theirs first. They have been in saddle much longer and farther than I. When is Miss Harvey to have her rest, may I ask?" "W-e-l-l, I don't know. I'll say, 'perhaps by and by' too. Look, that man is calling you."

Whirling about, Wing saw his sentinel beckoning, and in a moment he went clambering np the rocky trail, active as a mountain Apache. "What is it. Patterson?" "It is signal smoke, sir, across.the valley. That ain't more than eight miles away, and down here in tho range ain't more than six. What Indians could be out here, I would like to know Do they gi-ow everywhere in this infernal country?"

Wing took his glasses and long and earnestly studied the bluish white clouds rising in puffs, faint and barely distinguishable in tho opposite heights, then fixed his gazo upon the filmy column soaring up among the dark pines at tho heart of the range to the southward. His face grew graver every minute. "Stay here and watch." he said. "1 must go and get those other men in with the ambulance. Of course if it is Apaches, they've sighted that party and tho few men straggling back, and those signals mean, 'close in on them.' I'll send the team right in and then ride and hurry tho other fellows out."

The sun was retiring behind the Cababi rango as Wing went leaping down tho trail. "Sorry fur )'ou, Dick, old boy," he said to his horse, who was drowsing in tho nhado. More work for us both now.''

Never utopping to saddle, ho leaped upon tho bare, brown back and went clattering down tho canyon. "Keep j'our eye on Moreno, there!" ho shouted up to tho lookout. "If he tries to slip away, shoot him."

Ten minutes' brisk gallop through tho windings of the gorge brought him to tho edge of tho sandy plain. There, under a littles clump of willows, was thoumhulance. its mules unhitched and hoppled securely, nibbling placidly at such scant herbage as they could find.

The horses of the two guards, unsaddled, were drooping in tho shade, too tired to hunt for any thing to eat. "Saddle up. men. Hitch in and get that team to the head oft he canyon, livehr now, was his brief order to the meepy trooper who greeted him, carbine in hand. "What's up, sergeant?" queried another, springing out from tho willows. "Lee told us to wait here, or wherever we could find shade and Water." "Wait? Mow long and what for?" "Blessed if 1 know how long. None of 'em :iin't in sight from hero coming back, but what for' is easy to answer. The paymaster's chest." "The paymaster's chest?' cried Wing. "Why, isu't that hero in the ambulance "Not a hingo of it. Those greasers •wrapped it onto an/ apparejo while we wero nil running for Harvey's daughters. The money's half way to Sonora by this time."

CHAPTER IX.

Peaceful as was his rest, Dratnmond slept only an hour or so. For months he had lived in the open air, "on the warpath. said his captain, a veteran who had won his spurs twico over in tho wur of tho rebellion and declared himself quite ready to take his ease now and let the youngsters see for themselves tho hollowne.ss of military glory. Weariness and physical exhaustion had lent their claims, and despite bruises and many a pang, despite the realization of the presence of tho fair girls whom his dash and energy had rescued from robber hands, the young fellow had dozed away into dreamland. Why not? The object of his mission was accomplished. Fanny and Ruth Harvey were piife. All that was left for the party to do now was rest in quiet until another mom, then it would be quite possible to start on the return without waiting for the coming of their friends. Before sunset his men would be reassembled. They amid have a long night sleep, and with the risiug of tho morrow's sun, convoying their three wagons and their captured treasures, the little detachment would take the back track for the Tucson road, confident of meeting "old Harvey" and probably a doctor on the way. He himself, though most in need of surgical attention when they reached the caves, had such confidence in the skill of Sergeant Wing as to feel that his arm was set as perfectly as could be done by almost any other practitioner, and before dropping off to sleep had quite determined that he would make the morning march in Kiddle.

Still, he could not sleep for any great length of time. The instinct of vigilance and the sense of responsibility won Id not leave hi in. In his half dreaming, half waking state, he once thought h« heard a light footfall, and presently as he dosed with eyelids shut there came a soft touch upon his temle. Lifting bis band he seized that of visitor—Fanny Harvey.

Why awyounot resting?" he asked. "And where is Ruth?" "Roth is sleeping, as we hoped yoo aalght be. 'Tired nature's sweet rertorer* is all yon need, Mr. Drummond, yet you do not seem to have had more

than a cat nap. Twice I have stolen in here to see you, and then, though I was fearful of waking you. you slept peacefully through it all." "Well, 1 must have slept a couple of hours anyway, and I slept soundly until within the last few minutes. Has none of the men got back yet. Miss Harvey Do you know what time it is? I suppose Wing is sleeping. "Mr. Wing ought to be sleeping, but he isn't. The sentry—Patterson 1 think they call him—summoned him up to the lookout there in the rocks, oh. about an hour ago. and when the sergeant came back he mounted his horse and rode away down the canyon. He said there was something requiring his attention. But you are to drink this chocolate and lie still.''

Dnimmond slowly strove to rise. He was too anxious, too nervous, to remain where he was. "And none of them has returned yet?" he ai^ked. "1 cannot understand that. No, please do not strive to detain me here. I'm perfectly able to be up and about, and if Wing is gone it's my business to look after things.

Over among the rocks across the narrow canyon the first object to meet his gaze as he arose was Moreno, reclining there bound and helpless, while at hand a soldier had thrown himself on his saddle blanket and was sound asleep. The plash of the waters in the brook, dancing and tumbling down the chasm, made sweet, drowsing music for his ears, a lulling, soothing sound that explained perhaps the deep slumber of bis trooper friend. "I heard Mr. Wing tell that man to lie down and sleep," said Miss Harvey as the young officer's eyes seemed to darken with menace at the sight of a sentry sleeping on guard. Moreno is securely tied, and both Patterson up there and 1 here are no^v his keepers. The senora and her daughter are in the other cave, forbidden to go near him.

Glancing up at the stunted cedar where Patterson stood faithful to his trust, Drummoud saw that he was peering steadily southward through the black fieldglasses. "What do you see, Patterson?" he hailed. "Where is Wing? Any of the men coming back "Wing has gone on dowu the valley, sir. Some of our fellows, two or three onl}% were coming back, but they didn't come fast enough to suit him. The ambulance will be hero iu a minute or two—it's just below us down the canyon now."

Indeed almost at the moment the click of iron shod hoofs was heard, and the dejected limlo team came into view around a jutting point, the dingy yellow ambulance jolting after them, one soldier in •the driver's seat handling the reins, the other riding behind and leading his comrade's horse. "Come up here to tho mouth of the cave, Merrill," called the lieutenant. "You can unhitch and unharness 311st beyond, but want that safe unloaded and put in here." "Tho safe's gone, sir." "What?' "Tho safe's gone, sir. We never got It. That's what took Sergeant Wing off down tho valley, I reckon. 1 srpposed you knew it. sir, and him, too, but he didn't. Those Morales fellows got away with it on burro back while wo wero chasing the white wagon."

For a moment Drummoud stood astounded. "Man alive!" he at last exclaimed, "why was I not told of this? Get me a horse at once, Walsh," he ordered. "I'll take Patterson's. You two remain here aud see that that old scoundrel don't got loose—Moreno there—and that no harm befalls the ladies. I'll ride dowu after Wing." "Oh, Mr. Drummond, you must not think of going." exclaimed Miss Harrej*. "You're far too seriously hurt, far too weak, to attempt such a thing. Please lie down again. Surely Mr. Wing will do all that any man could do to recover the safe. All the others are in pursuit. They must have overtaken them by this time. Come I am doctor now that he is away. Obey me and lie still."

Drummond's one available hand found itself clasped by warm, slender fingers. He would have drawn it away and striven to carry out his design, but a glance at his two troopers told him that they plainly and earnestly advocated Miss Harvey's view of the case. He was in no condition to make the attempt. And at the moment, too, even as he strove to release his hand, another voice was heard, almost imploring: "Oh, don let him go. Fan. Don't let him try to ride!"

And turning suddenly at the sound Mr. Drummoud found Ruth Harvey standing close behind her sister, her eyes suffused, her cheeks blushing red. It was the first time he had seen her to •peak to since they landed at the old wharf at San Francisco a year gone by. and for the moment he forgot the safe, the funds, the crippled arm, the bandaged head and every other item that •hould have occupied his thoughts. "Why, Ruthie, is this yon? How you have grown!"

And then the imprisoned hand was released only to be transferred to the clasp and keeping of another lu her fear that her knight, her soldier would leave them, and wounded thongh he was insist on attempting to follow his men in their pursuit, the shyness of maidenhood was forgotten. Ruth had •eized and clasped the longt brown fingers. and Drummond forgot for the moment all thought of quitting her presence for the field.

And then having—as she supposed— won her point, and having caught the new light in his admiring eyes, it became necessary to struggle for the release of the hand she had so unhesitatingly used to detain him. This might have prove*! a difficult matter, judging from the expression in Drummond'a face, bnt for a sadden hail from Pattereon "Can the lieutenant come op here a Moment? There's something going on down there I can understand.'

Old Moreno, whose bonds could not restrain his shifting, glittering eyes, glanced quickly upward. Then, as he caught a menacing look in the sunburned face of the Irish trooper Walsh, he became as suddenly oblivious to all earthly matters beyond the pale of bis own physical woes. And now it vfas Ruth's hand that would retain its clasp and Drummond's- that was again struggling for release. In a moment the lieutenant stood under Patterson's perch. "What did you see? What was it like? How far away?" "Six or seven miles, sir. The valley is broad and open, and three of our fellows were riding slowly back on the west side, while Wing was galloping as though to meet them, and when they weren't more than a mile apart Wing's horse went dowu—looks no bigger than a black speck—and the other three sheered off away from the rocks on this side and seemed to be scattering apart."

The words were low spoken so as to reach only his ear. Now it was no easy scrranble for a man in Drummond's condition to make, but it took him only a little time to clamber to Patterson's side. "There's something back of all this, and you know it, Patterson. What Apache sign have you seen?" "Smoke, sir, on both sides. But we agreed, the sergeant and I, that the young ladies mustn't be alarmed nor you aroused. Then he rode away to hurry in any of our fellows who were in sight and warn them to keep out from the rocks. What I'm afraid of is that they've been ambushed, or at least that the Indians have ambushed him. His horse is down, and those others you see are away out on the plain now. They're working around toward the horse as though he were lying behind it, and they appear to be firing mounted."

What was Drummond to do? To leave his charges here, unprotected, was out of tho question. Fail to go or send to Wing's relief he could not. Decide he must and decide quickly. "Patterson, that party of Apaches can't be over a dozen strong, or they would have rushed out of their cover by this time, yet they are too strong and too securely posted .to be driven by that little squad, especially if Wing is founded. I can't shoot now, but I can ride and direct. Every man who can shoot may be needed here. You have four now and can stand off 40 Apaches—Tonto or Chiricahua—in such a position as this, so I leave yoit in charge. You have everything to help you stand a siege. Now see to it that tho "ladies are kept well under cover, and I'll hurry back with Walsh and what men 1 can find.''

Then down he scrambled, giving one look at Moreno and his sleeping guardian as he passed, then gave a low toned order to Walsh "Saddle your horse again and ride just to the other side of that rock yonder and wait for me."

Well he understood that it would be Impossible for him to ride away without Fanny Harvey's knowing that something of a serious nature was impending, and that he could not get away at all without their knowing it. What he desired was to conceal from them that there was any danger from Apaches. .Just as t:o expected, both jrirls were eagerly awaiting him at the entrance to the cave. Mis revolvers wero in there beside the rude couch on which he had slept so peacefully. "Now are you ready to return to hospital and proper subjection?" asked Miss Harvey laughingly. "It is high time. What could have tempted you to climb to that high point?" "Why, it's the first chance I've had of a look around,"was the answer. "This is an awfully strong spot for a place of refuge. You are safe here, safer than anywhere between Ynma and Tucsou, now that 'the former possessors are scattered. But did you hear what took Wing off?" "No, he didn't stop to explain matters. He Simply dashed away without even a saddle. 'Something 1 must look after.' was all be vouchsafed to say." "Well, the men just in tell me the paymaster's safe was spirited off. Confound that little green box of greenbacks! Some shrewd packer among Morales' people whisked it out of the wagon and onto a burro, and now we are all keen to get it back. Of course 1 can't sleep again until we know. Some of our people are coming slowly up the valley, and Wing went on down to meet them."

But all the time he talked so airily with the elder sister, Ruth stood watching him with suspicious eyes.

Mr." Drummond, please do not go," she broke forth. "You have no right to—now." And James, the dissembler, found himself trapped. "Go I must, Ruthie," he said, with mdden change of manner. "I know you will not blame me or detain when I tell you, as I feel forced to tell you now, that Sergeant Wing is hurt His horse has fallen with him far out on the desert. I'll be back veiy soon."

Then with sudden impulsive movement he bent, kissed her forehead and turned as suddenly away.

When the sisters looked into each other's eyes a moment later, one face was blushing like the dawn, the other was pallid with a new and deep anxiety.

And now we, too, must follow Wing. He was a total stranger, it is to be remembered, to the regiment when, after its years of battling in the Army of the Potomac, it was sent into exile on the far Pacific coast and speedily lost to sight in the deserts of Arizona. The type of noncommissioned officer most familiar to the rank and file as well as to their superiors was the old fashioned "plains raised," "disciplin furst and raysonafterward''classof which Feeny was so prominent an exponent. Brave to rashness and faithful to the very death, they had reason to look for re­

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spect and appreciation. They were men whose only education was that picked up in the camps and campaigns of the famous old regiments to which, when mere recruits, they had been assigned. They were invaluable in the army and would have been utterly misjudged and out of their element anywhere else. That "book learning" and soldiering could ever go hand in hand no man in the old dragoons would ever have believed for an instant. Such scholars as had drifted into the ranks were, as a rule, irreclaimable drunkards, lost to any chance of redemption at home, and only tolerated in the service in the rough old days because of their meek and uncomplaining performance of long hours of extra duty in the troop or regimental offices when, their whisky and their money alike exhausted, they humbly wSnt back to their desks, asking only to live in the hope

He bent and kissed her forehead. of another drunk. Hundreds of the old dragoons could barely sign their names, many could only touch the pen when called upon to make "his (X) mark." "Another busted clerk" was the general expression when the young Californian came forward to enlist. Yet he was the picture of clear eyed, athletic manhood, was accepted with much hesitancy by the officers and undoubted suspicion by the men, yet speedily proved a splendid horseman, scout, shot and, as was the final admission, "all round trooper," despite the fact that he was well educated and spoke Spanish like a native. Still, such was the prevailing faith, as it ever is among veteran soldiers, that the old style was the best, it was long before he won promotion. No one who has not known both can begin to imagine the difference between the ariny of a quarter century ago and the army of today. Just as Feeny was a resolute specimen of the old, so was Wing a pioneer of his class in the new. At the moment when tho latter struck spurs to the wearied flanks of poor Dick and called on him for one more effort, the stalwart and handsome sergeant

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confident of the fact that by this time every man in his own troop and every soldier who knew him at all would stake his last dollar on Bob Wing's tackling the problem before him as fearlessly and intelligently as any veteran in tho regiment.

Having ordered the ambulance up the gorge, he himself spurred away to gather in all stragglers within reach, so as to re-enforce the little garrison at the caves in the event of attack from the Apaches. To his practiced eye no vestige of doubt remained as to the character and purpose of the signal smokes. Not a moment was to be lost. Within that very hour perhaps unseen Indians would come skulking, spying, "snaking" upon their refuge, would be able infallibly to determine the number and character of its occupants, and if their own force were considerable and that of the garrison weak God alone could heljj those innocent women. [lobe Continued Next Week.]

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