Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 38, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 March 1894 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XI.

Ten o'clock on a blazing Arizona Biorning. The hot sun is pouring down mpon the jagged front of a range of heights where occasional clumps of pine and cedar, scrub oak and juniper.seemed the only vegetable products hardy enough to withstand the alternations of intense heat by day and moderate cold py night, or to find sufficient sustenance to eke out a living on so barren a soil.

Out to the eastward, stretching away to an opposite range, lies a sandy desdotted at wide intervals with little )lack bunches of "scrub mesquite" and blessed with only one redeeming patch of foliage, the copse of willows and cottonwood here at the mouth of a rock ribbed defile where a little brook, rising heaven knows how or where among the heights to the west, comes frothing and tumbling down through the windings of the gorge only to bury itself in the burning sands beyond the ibade. So narrow and tortuous is the canyon, so precipitous its sides, as to prove conclusively that by no slow process, but by some sudden spasm of nature, was it rent in the face of the range. And here in its depths, just around one of the sharpest bends, honeycombed out of the solid rock, are half a dozen deep lateral fissures and caves Whore the sunbeams never penetrate, where the air is reasonably cool and Btill, where on this scorching May morning, far away from home and relatives, two young girls are sheltered by the natural roofs and walls against the fiery sunshine and by a Iittlo band of resolute men against the fury of the Ap aches.

Down in the roomiest of the caves Fanny and Ruth tlarvuy are listening in dread anxiety to the sounds of savago Warfare echoing from crag to crag along tho range, while every moment or two the elder turns to moisten the cloth she holds to a wounded trooper's burning, tossing head. Sergeant Wing is fevered indeed by this time, raging with misery at thought of his helplessness and the scant numbers of tho defense. It is a bitter pill for the soldier to swallow, this of lying in hospital when every man is needed at tho front. At 9 o'clock this morning a veteran Indian fighter, crouching in his sheltered lookout above the caves and scanning witl) practiced eye the frowning front of the range, declared that not an Apache was to bo aeon or heard within wisn. symria/xi WheuA^i few uiinutes later, as ho happened to sliou^hik •fiend above the rocky parapet, the# came zipping a dozen ballots about his ears, and tho cliffs fairly crackled with the sudden flash •f rifles hidden up to that instant on every side. Indians who can creep apon wagm train or emigrant camp in the midst of an open and unsheltered plain find absolutely no difficulty in surrounding unsuspected and unseen a bivouac in the mountains. Inexperienced officers or men would have been picked off long lie fore the opening of the general attaek. but the Apaches themselves are the first to know that they havo veteran troopers to deal with, for up to this moment only one has shown himself at all. At five minutes after 9 o'clock Lieutenant Drummond, glancing exultingly around upon his little band of fighters, had blessed the foresight of Pasqual Morales and his

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ang that they had so thoroughly fortitheir lair against sudden assault. Three on the southern, two on tho northern brink of tho gorge and behind impenetrable shelter, and two more in reserve in the canyon, his puny garrison was in position and had replied with •aeh spirit and promptitude to the Apache attack that only at rare intervals now is a shot necessary, except when for the purpose of drawing the tnemy and locating his position a hat is poked up on the muzzle of a carbine. The assailants' fire, too, is still, but that, as Drunnnond'a men well know, means only "look out for other devilment.

Out on the eastward desert, still far over toward tho other side, a little party of Apaches is hurrying to join the fray. Two are riding. Where got they their horses? The others—over half a dozen —como along at their tireless jog trot. It was this party that, seen but dimly at first, gave rise to such ebullition of Joy among the defenders and defended. It was this party that, closely scanned through his fieldglasa, occasioned Lieutenant Drummond's moan of distress. With all his heart he had been hoping lor the speedy coining of relief over that very trail—had counted on its reaching frfrm during the day. He was sure it could be nothing else when the corporal reported something in sight, and

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then come creeping up the winding gorge or crouching among the bowlders from the east to join in the attack on the hated paleface. Drummond can have no doubt of that. New dispositions are necessary. "Stay where you are!" he shouts to his men. "You take charge up here, Costigan want to post a man or two below at the bend." And down he goes, sliding and scrambling until he reaches the edge of the brook. Moreno, sqnatted against a rock, glances np at him appealingly. "Senor Teniente, I pray you loose me and let me help. The Apache is our common enemy," he pleads.

An idea comes to Drummond. Wing's carbine can be utilized. He can post Moreno down the gorge at the second bend to command that approach and put little McGuffy, the recruit, at the next bend to command Moreno and send a bullet through him if he shirk or swerve. "I declare I believe 1 will, you old scoundrel,'' he says. Here, McGuffy, untie this fellow. I've got to look around a minute."

Into the depth of the fissure where Moreno's women are praying and rocking he peers a moment. One of the wounded bandits is now past praying for. The other, painfully shot but plucky, begs to be given a chance to fight for his life. "You are too badly hurt now. We couldn't get you up there," is the answer. "Well, then, put me on with Moreno, wherever you're going to assign him. Surely if you can trust a greaser you can a white man. I'm only fit to hang perhaps, but d—n me if I want to lie here when there's an Indian fight going on."

And so he, too, is loosed and lifted to his feet. Leaning on McGuffy's shoulder and supported by his arm, the pale faced stranger, preceded by Moreno, who goes limping and swearing sotto voce down the rocky way, is led 100 yards along the-canyon where it makes a seoond bend. Here they can see nearly 150 yards more ahead of them, and here some loose bowlders are hurriedly shoved or rolled to form a rifle pit, and thoso volunteer allies are placed in position.

We cover tho approaches above so that they can't sneak up and heave rocks down upon you. All you've got tn do now is to nlner every Apache that shows his nose around that bend below," says Drummond, "JdcGru^' yau take post at the poii^Hbehind. •Watch the overhanging cliffs and support as best you can." And "Little Mack," as the men call him, gets further ins!nu- ions as he takes his position, instructions whi(,'h would give small comfort to Moreno could he only hear them. Then back goes the lieutenant to where Wing is lying, Miss

Harvey bending anxiously over him, her beautiful eyes filling with tears at eight of Drummond's brave but haggard young lace. Ruth is crouching by her sister's side, but rises quickly as Drummond enters, her fears lessening, her hopes gaining. "Any news? Anything in sight—of •ors?" is Miss Harvey's eager query. "Not yet, but they're bound to be along almost any minute now. Some Apaches whom I could see coming across from tho east have a wounded man with them. It makes mo hopo our fellows have met and fought them and are following close on their trail. How's Wing?"

when ho discovered tho approaching party to be Apaches no words could describe the measure of his disappointment and dismay. Not for himself and his men they wr«ro old hands and had a fine position to defend. His thought an* all for those in whoso behalf he has already made such gallant fight and for poor Wing, whoso feeble moaning every now and then reaches his ear.

At 10 o'clock he is able through his glasses to distinctly make out the number and character of the coming party. Vine Apaches*, all warriors, but one of them apparently wounded or disabled, for they have to support him on the horse, and this it is that hamper* their advance and makes it slower. They aro heading for the oasis at the mouth of the canyon. There they will leave their horsksj and their wounded, and

She can only shake her head. "Ho seems delirious every now and then, perhaps only because of so much mental excitement and suffering. He is dozing now." "Gallant fellow! What would we have done without him I only wish we had more like him. Think how all my detachment has become scattered. If we had them here now, I could push out and drive the Indians to the rocks and far beyond all possibility of annoying you with their racket. Of course you are safe from their missiles down here." "Yes, wo are, but you and your soldiers, Mr. Drummond I Every shot made me fear you were hit," cries poor little Ruth, her eyes filling, her lips quivering. Then, just as Durmmond is holding forth a hand, perhaps it is an arm, too, she points up to the rock above where Walsh is evidently exercised abont something. He has dropped his gun, picked up the glasses and is gazing down the range to the south.

Perhaps ho sees some of our fellows

coming for good this time. Four of them tried it awhile ago, but were probably attacked some miles below here and fell back on the main body. They'll be along before a great while, and won't it be glorious if they bring back the safe and all?" He says this by way of keeping up their spirits, then, once more wearily, but full of pluck and purpose, he climbs the rugged path and creeps to Walsh's side. "Is it any of our men yon see?" he whispers. "Divil a wan, sir! It's more of thim Infernal Apaches."

Drummond takes the glass and studies the dim and distant group with the utmost care. Apaches beyond doubt, a dozen, and coming this way, and tttesev too. have a couple of horses. Can they have overpowered his men, ambo&hed and murdered them, then seeared their mounts Is Uie whole Chir-

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icahua triLw. ru-ciitorced by a swarm from the Sierra Blanca. concentrating on him now? The silence about him is ominous. Not an Indian has shown himself along the range for half an hour, and now these fellows to the east are close to the copse. In less than 20 minutes there will be five times his puny force around him. Is there no hope of rescue?

Once more he turns to the east, aoross the shimmering glare of that parched and tawny plain, and strains his eyes in vain effort to catch sight of the longed for column issuing from the opposite valley, but it is hopeless. The hot sun beats down upon his bruised and aching head and sears his bloodshot eyes. He raises his hand in mute appeal to heaven, and at the instant there is a flash, a sharp report not 30 yards away, an angry spat as the leaden missile strikes the shelving top of his parapet and goes humming across the gorge, a stifled shriek from Ruth looking fearfully up from below, an Irish oath from Walsh as he whirls about to answer the shot, and Drummond can barely repress a little gasp. "Narrow squeak that, Walsh! That devil has crawled close np on us. Can you see him "Begad, sir, I can see nothing at all but rocks, rocks, rocks. How can a man fight anyway ag'in human beings that crawl like snakes?"

Zip! Another shot, close at hand top, and from another unseen foe. The first came from somewhere among the bowlders down to the southeast, and this second whizzed from across the canyon. A little puff of blue smoke is floating up from among the rocks 50 yards or so to the north of the narrow slit.

Crouching lower, Drummond calls across to Costigan, posted as the easternmost of the two men on the opposite side: "That fellow is nearest you, corporal. Can you see nothing of him?" "Nothing, sir I was looking that way, too, when he fired. Not even the muzzle of his gun showed."

This is serious business. If one Indian or two can find it so easy to creep around them, and armed only with their muzzle loading guns send frequent shots that reach the besieged "in reverse, what can be hoped when the whole band gathers and every rock on every side shelters a hostile Apache? From the first Drummond has feared that however effective might be these defenses against the open attack of white men, they are ill adapted to protect the defenders against the fire of Indians who can climb like squirrete or crawl or squirm through any chink or crevice like so many snakes.

Another shoti Another bullet flattens itself on tho rocir close to his right shoulder and then drops into the dust by his knee. It comes from farther up the cliff—perhaps 200 yards away among those stunted cedars—but shudderingly close. Costigan and the other men glance anxiously over their shoulders at the point where their young commander and Walsh are crouching They are not yet subjected to a fire rroin the rear, these others. The lookout. it mijrht be ca*|-

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Drummond lieiltates. 'He sees aTIalf pleading look in Walsh's honest face. The Irishman would willingly tackle the whole tribe in open fight, but what he doesn't like is the idea of being potted like a caged tiger, never knowing whence camn the shot that laid him low. Then the lieutenant peers about him. Yes, it is exposed to fire from a point in the cliffs to the west, and there are rocks over there to the north that seem to command it, but if abandoned there will be no way of preventing a bold advance on the part of the Apaches up tho rugged eastward slope. It would then stand between the defenders and the assailants, giving to the latter incalculable advantage. Hold it he must for a few minutes at least, until, recalling McGuffy, he can set him and one or two others to work piling up a rock barricade in front of the cave. Then if driven out and no longer able to stand the Indians off they can retire into the caves themselves, hide their precious charges in the farthest depths, and then, like Buford at Gettysburg, "fight like the devil" till resone comes. "No, down with you, Costigan," he answers. "Get McGuffy and Fritz: block up the front of the cave with rocks move in those Moreno women: carry Sergeant Wing back to the farther cave—Miss Harvey will show you where. Stand fast the rest of yoH. Don't let an Indian close in on us." "Look, lieut'nant," whispers Walsh "they're coming up down beyant you there."

And peeping through a narrow slit left in his parapet Drummond can just see bobbing among the bowlders far down toward the willow copse two or three Apache crests—Apache unmistakably, because of the dirty white turbanlike bandages abont the matted black locks. At that distance they advance with comparative security. It is when they come closer to the defenders that they will be lost to view.

Obedient to his orders, (fcstigan slips out of his shelter and "takes a sneak" for the edge of the cliff. In an instant, from half a dozen points above, below, and on both sides, there come the flash and crack of rifles. The dust is kicked np under his nimble feet, but he reaches unharmed the cleft in which some rude steps have been hacked and goes, half sliding, half scraping, down into the cooler depths below. "Mother of Moses!" he groans, "but we'll never get the lieut'nant out alive. Share they're all around him now."

Then bounding down the gorge he finds McGuffy kneeling at the point. "They're coming. Barney," whispers the boy, all eager and tremulous with

excitement, and pointing down between the vertical walls. "Look!" he says. Gazing ahead to the next bend, Costigan can see Moreno and his Yankee compadre crouching behind their shelter, their carbines leveled, their attitude betokening intense excitement and suspense. It is evident the enemy are within view. "I'll have one shot at 'em, bedad, to pay for the dozen their brother blackguards let drive at me," mutters Costigan. "Come on, yon it's but a step." And, forgetful for the moment of his orders in his eagerness for fight, the Irishman runs down the canyon, leaps the swirling brook just as he reaches the point, and obedient to the warning hand held out by their bandit. ally drops on his knees at the bend, McGuffy close at his heels. Off go their hats. Those broad brims would catch an Indian eye even in that gloom. "How many are there coming?" he whispers.

Moreno puts his finger on his lips, then throws out his hand, four fingers extended. "One apiece then, bejabers! Now, Little Mac, you're to take the second from the right—their right, I mean— and don't you miss him, or I'll break every bone in your skin." "Hist!"

Down they go upon their faces, then, Indianlike, they crawl a few feet farther where there is a little ledge. The canyon widens below the light is stronger there, and bending double, throwing quick glances at one another, then from sheer force of Indian habit shading their eyes with their brown hands as they peer to the front exchanging noiseless signals, creeping like cats from rock to rock, leaping without faintest sound of the inoccasined foot across the bubbling waters, four swarthy scamps are coming stealthily on. Two others are just appearing around the next bend beyond. "Ready, boys? They're near enough now. Cover the two leaders! Drop the first two anyhow!"

Breathless silence, thumping hearts one instant longer then the chasm bellows with the loud reports. The four guns are fired almost as one. One half naked wretch leaps high in air and falls, face downward, dead as a nail. Another whirls about, bounds a few yards along the brookside, and then goes splashing into a shallow pool, where he lies writhing. The two farthest down the canyon have slipped back behind the rocky shoulder. The other two, close at hand, have rolled behind the nearest shelter and thence send harmless bullets whizzing overhead. Costigan lets drive a wild Irish yell of triumph and delight. "Now, then, run for it, boy. Well done, you two, if ye are blackguards," he calls to Moreno and his mate.

Continued on Seventh Page

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