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/)oim on Mm knees he goes.
it sndtleu and galloped back out of sight.
It looks to tne aa though they were at-
tacked. "
How far away were they? How
many uiiles down tho desert?"
Oh, ut least six or eight miles down,
sir ; down twyoiid where you met them
yesterday.
How about onr trail ? Anybody in
sight there?"
"Nobody, sir. not a thing, not even
a whiff of dust."
"Very well. Keep on the alert. It's
good to know that all tho Apaches are
not around uh yet. Neither bullet nor
arrow can get down hero so long aa we
man the rocks above. I'll bo out in a
moment. "
Then once moro ho kneels by Wing.
'Lieutenant, did you ever see a girl
behave with greater bravery? Do you
know what she has undergone—Miss
Harvey, I mean?"
"Both are behaving like heroines,
Wing, and 1 think I am beginning to
s»-e through this plot at last."
"Never let mother know it—promise
rae, sir—but when Harvey discharged
him—my uncle, 1 mean—he swore he'd
be revenged on the old man, and 'twas
he"
"The double dyed villain! I know,
1 understand now, Wing; you needn't
tell me. Ho has been in the pay of the
Morales gang for months. He enlisted
so as to learn all the movements of
officers and scouting parties. He en-
listed under his benefactor's name.
He has forged that, too, in all proba-
bility. and then deserting it was he
who sought to carry away these pre-
cious girls, and he came within an ace
of succeeding. By the Eternal, but there
will l>e a day of reckoning for him if
ever C troop runs foul of him again!
No wonder you couldn't sleep, poor fel-
low, for thinking of that mother. This
caps the climax of his scoundrelisin.
Where—when did you see him last?
Since he enlisted?"
But now Wing's face is again avert-
e<L He is covering it with his arms.
" Wing,answer me I" exclaims Drum-
mond, springing suddenly to his feet.
" By heaven, I demand to know!" Then
down on his knees he goes again, seiz-
ing and striving to pull away the near-
est arm. "You need not try, you can-
not conceal it now. 1 see it all—all.
Miss Harvey," he cries, looking up in-
to the face of the trembling girl, who
h;ts hastened in at sound of the excite-
ment in his voice—"Miss Harvey,
think of it; 'twas no Apache who shot
him, 'twas a worse savage—his owi
uncle."
"Promise me mother shall not
know," pleads poor Wing, striving to
rise upon his elbow, striving to restrain
the lieutenant, who again has started
to his feet. "Promise me. Miss Far
ny; you know how she loved him, how
she plead with you."
"1 promise you this, Wing," says
Drummond, through his clinching teeth
'that there'll bo no time for prayer if
ever we set eyes on him again. There'll
be no mercy."
" You can't let your men kill him In
cold blood, lieutenant. I could not
shoot him."
"No; but, by the God of heaven, I
could I"
And now aa Wing, exhausted, sinks
back to his couch his head is caught on
Fanny Harvey's arm and next is pil-
lowed in her lap.
' Hush 1" she murmurs, bending down
over him as a mother might over sleep-
ing child. "Hush! you must not speak
again. I knowitow her heart is bound
up in you, and I'm to play mother to
you now."
And as Drummond, tingling all over
th wrath and excitement,stands spell-
bound for the moment, a light step
coraes to his sido, a little hand is laid on
tha bandaged arm, and Ruth Harvey's
pretty face, two big tears trickling
own her cheeks, is looking up in his.
"You, too, will be ill, Mr. Drum-
mond. Oh, why can't you go and lie
down and rest? What will we do if
both of you are down at once with
fever?"
She is younger by over two years
than her brave sister. Tall though she
has grown, Ruth is but a child, and
now in all her excitement and anxiety,
worn out with the long strain, she be-
gins to cry. She strives to hide it,
strives to control the weakness, and
failing in both strives to turn away.
All to no purpose. An arm in a
sling is of little avail at such a mo-
ment. Whirling quickly about, Drum-
mond brings his other into action. Be-
1 >re the weeping little maid is wen
1 ware what is happening her waist is
encircled by the strong arm in the dark
blue sleeve, and how can she see that
she is drawn to his breast, since now
her face is buried in both her hands and
those hands in the flannel of his hunt-
ing shirt—just as high as his heart?
Small wonder is it that Corpcral Cos-
tigan, hurrying in at the i:n,utli of the
cavo, stops short i.t sight of this pic-
turesque partie carree. Any other time
he would have sense enough to face
about and tiptoe whence he came, but
now there's no room left for sentiment.
Tableaux vivants are lovely in their
way, even in a cave lighted dimly by a
hurricane lamp, but sterner scenes are
on the curtain. Drammond's voice is
murmuring soothing, yes, caressing
words to his sobbing captive. Drum-
mond's bearded lijis, nnrebuked, are
actually pressing a kiss upon that child-
ish brow when Coetigan, with a prelim-
inary clearing of his throat that sounds
like a landslide and makes the rock
walls ring again, startles Ruth from
her blissful woe and brinsrs Dmmmond
leaping to the mooifi of t&e
"Lieutenant, there's something com-
ing oat over onr trail."
"Thank God!" sighs Wing, at be
raises hiseyea to those of his fair nurae.
"Thank tiod, for your sakesl"
"Thank God, Ruth I" cries Fanny,
extending one hand to her sister while
the other ia unaccountably detained.
"Thank God! it's father and the Stone-
man party and Dr. Gray."
And Ruth, throwing herself upon
her knees by her sister's aide, buries
her head upon her shoulder and sobs
anew for vry jo£.
And theu comes sudden start. All
in an instant there rings, echoing down
the canyon, the sharp, spiteful crack of
rifles, answered by shrieks of terror
from the cave where lie the Moreno
women and by other shots out along
the range. Three faces blanch with
sudden fear, though Wing looks instant-
ly up to say:
"They can't harm you, and our men
will be here jn less than no time."
Out in the gorge men are springing
to their feet and seizing their ready
arms; horses are snorting and stamp-
ing, mules braying in wild terror. Two
of the ambulance mules, breaking loose
from their fastenings, come charging
down the resounding rock, nearly an-
nihilating Moreno, who, bound and
helpless, priying and cursing by turns,
has rolled himself out of his nook and
lies squaroly in the way of everything
and everybody. But above all the
clamor, the ring of carbine, the hiss
and spat of lead flattening npon the
rocks, Drummond's voice is heard clear
and commanding, serene and confident.
"Every man to his post now. Re
member your orders."
Gazing out into the canyon with di-
lated eyes, Ruth sees him nimbly clam-
ber up the opposite side towand the
point where Walsh is kneeling behind
a rock—Walsh with his Irish mug ex-
panded in a grin of delight, the smoke
just drillii'g from the muzzle of his
carbine its he points with his left hand
somewhere out along the cliffs. She
sees her 6oldier boy, crouching low.
draw himself to Walsh's sido, sees him
glancing eagerly over the rocks, then
signaling to some one on their own
side, poiuting here and there along the
wooded s' pe beyond her vision; sees
him now, with fierce light in his eyts,
suddenly clutch Walsh's sleeve and nod
toward some invisible object to the
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h
i>7kC 8ccs him clutch Walsh's sleeve and
nod toward some object to the south,
south; sees Walsh toss the butt of his
carbine to the shoulder and with quick
aim send a bullet driving thither; sees
Drummond take the fieldglass, and,
resting it on the eastward ledge gaze
long and fixedly out over the eastward
way; sees him start, draw back the
glass, wipe the lenses with his silken
kerchief, then peer again; sees him drop
them with a gesture almost tragic, but
she cannot hear the moan that rises to
his lips:
"My God, those are Apaches tool"
CHAPTER XI.
Ten o'clock on a blazing Arizona
morning. The hot sun is pouring down
upon the jagged front of a range of
heights where occasional clumps of pine
and cedar, scrub 0.1k and juniper.seem
ed the only vegetable products hardy
enough to withstand the alternations of
intense heat by day and moderate cold
by 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 des-
ert dotted at wide intervals with little
black 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
shade. So narrow and tortuous is the
canyon, so precipitous its sides, as to
prove conclusively that by no slow proc-
ess, but by some sudden spasm of na-
ture, was it rent in the face of the
range. And here in its depths, just
around one of the sharpest bends, honey-
combed out of the 6olid rock, are half a
dozen deep lateral fissures and caves
t nere tne sunbeams never penetrate,
r here the air is reasonably cool and
I'ill, where on this scorching May morn-
ing, far away from home and relatives,
two young girls are sheltered by the
natural roofs and walls against the fiery
sunshine and by a little band of reso-
lute men against the fury of the
Apaches.
Down in the roomiest of the caves
Fanny and Ruth Harvey are listening
in dread anxiety to the sounds of savage
warfare echoing from crag to crag
along the range, while every moment
or two the elder turns to moisten tho
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 helpless-
ness and the scant numbers of the de-
fense. It is a bitter pill for the soldier
to swallow, this of lying in hospital
when every man is needed at the front
At 9 o'clock this morning a veteran In-
dian fighter, crouching in his sheltered
lookout above the caves and scanning
with practiced eye the frowning front
of the range, declared that not an
Apache was to be seen or heard within
rifle shot, yet was in no wise surprised
when, a few minutes later, as he hap-
pened to show his head above the rocky
parapet, there came sipping a dozen
ballets about his ears, and the cliffs
fairly crackled with the sudden flash
of rifles hidden np to that instant on
every side. Indians who can creep
npon wagon train or emigrant camp
in the midst of an open aod unsheltered
plain find absolutely no difficulty in
surrounding unsuspected and unseen a
bivouac in the mountains. Inexperi-
enced officers or men would have been
picked off long before the opening of
the general attack, but the Anaches
g ——
themselves are tha 81st to know that
they have veteran troopers to deal with,
for np to this moment only one has
shown himself at alt At five minutes
after 9 o'clock Lieutenant Drummond,
glancing exultingly around upon hia lit-
tle band of fighters, had blessed the
foresight of Pasqual Morales and his
gang that they had so thoroughly forti-
fied their lair against sudden assault.
Three on the southern, two on the north-
ern brink of the gorge and behind im-
penetrable shelter, and two more in re-
serve in the canyon, his puny garrison
was in position and had replied with
such spirit and promptitude to the
Apache attack that only at rare inter-
vals now is a shot necessary, except
when for the puqiose of drawing the
enemy and locating his position a hat
is poked up on the muzzle of a carbine.
The assailants' fire, too, is still, but
that, as Drummond's men well know,
means ouly " look out for other devil-
ment. "
Out on the eastward desert, still far
over toward the other side, a little party
of Apaches is hurryiiig to join the fray.
Two are riding. Where got they their
horses? The others—over half a dozen
—come 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 fieldglass, occasioned Lieu-
tenant Drummond's moan of distress.
With all his heart he had been hoping
for the speedy coming of relief over that
very trail—had counted on its reaching
him during the day. He was sure it
could be nothing else when the corpo-
ral reported something in sight, and so
when he discovered the approaching
party to be Apaches no words could
describe the measure of his disappoint-
ment and dismay. Not for himself and
his men; they were old hands and had
a fine position to defend. His thought
are all for those in whose behalf he has
already made such gallant fight and
for poor Wing, whose feeble moaning
every now and then reaches his ear.
At 10 o'clock he is able through his
glasses to distinctly make out the num-
ber and character of the coming party.
Nine 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 hampers their
advance and makes it slower. They
are heading for the oasis at the mouth
of the canyon. There they will leave
their horses and their wounded, and
then come creeping up the winding
gorge or crouching among the bowlders
from the east to join in the attack on
tho hated paleface. Drummond can
have no doubt of that. New disposi-
tions are necessary.
"Stay where you are!" he shouts to
his men. " Yon take charge up here,
Costigan; I 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,
squatted against a rock, glances up 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 poet
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 1 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 rock-
ing 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 hnrt now. W6
couldn't get you up there," is the an-
swer.
"Well, then, put me on with Moreno,
wherever you're going to assign him.
Surely if you can trust a greaser you
can a whito man. I'm only fit tc
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 foet. Leaning on McGuffy'e
shoulder and supported by his arm, the
pale faced stranger, preceded by Mo-
reno, who goes limping and swearing
sotto voce down the rocky way, is led
100 yards along the canyon where it
makes a second bend. Here they can
see nearly 150 yards more ahead of them,
and here some loose bowlders are hur-
riedly shoved or rolled to form a rifle
pit, and these volunteer allies are placed
in position.
"We cover the approaches above so
that they can't sneak up and heave
rocks down upon you. All you've got
to do now ia to plug eveiy Apache that
shows his nose around that bend be-
low, " Bays Drummond. "McGuffy,
you take po6t at the point behind.
Watch the overhanging cliffs and sap-
port as best you can." And "Little
Mack," as the men call him, gets fur-
ther instructions as he takes his posi-
tion, instructions which would give
small comfort to Moreno could he only
hear them. Then back goes the lieu-
tenant to where Wing is lying, Miss
Harvey beading anxiously over him,
her beautiful eyes filling with tears at
sight of ^rummond's brave but hag-
gard young face. Ruth is crouching
by her sister's Bide, 6at rises quickly as
Drummond enters, her fears lessening,
her hopes gaining.
"Any news? Anything in sight—of
ours?" 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 the east have a wounded
man with them. It makes me hope our
fellows have met and fought them and
are following close on their trail.
How's Wing?"
She can only shake her head.
"He seems delirious every now and
then, perhaps only because of so much
mental excitement and suffering. He
is dozing now."
"Gallant fellow I What would we
have done without him ? 1 only wish
we bad 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 annoy-
ing you with their racket. Of course
you are safe from their missiles down
hero,"
Continued. _
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The Daily Hesperian (Gainesville, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 291, Ed. 1 Friday, January 19, 1894, newspaper, January 19, 1894; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth504936/m1/4/: accessed June 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Abilene Library Consortium.