The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-11-06

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torture; come, boys, hot work awaits
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Leaving their wounded comrades,
who could not stand theterrltc riding,
thetroopers dashed after their leader,
: 9 as he to save the lmperlIled
youth.
The picture was y thrilling one. In
the distance could be seen the hlaCk
mustang of Jack Burnham stretching
away on a dead run, head extended,
name and tail flying, while the cloak
and hair OF the rider streamed IN the
wind.
Less than 200 yards behind the fly
ING fugitive, were the Apaches thunder
ing after him. All were splendidly
mounted, and there are no finerhOrse-
men in the world.
The singular double race had con-
tinued only a few minutes, when the
fearful truth became manifest; the
Apaches were better mounted than
either the fugitive or their own pur-
suers. They were steadily gaining up
on Jack Burnham.
The bov was e to glance alright
edly over his shoulder several times,
but he, too, kept his mustang running
as he never ran before. His flight
drew him into a narrow valley in tbs
mountains, WEIGH led, no n beside
the Apache could tell where.
Jack inherited the GOODNESS of his
father. Seeing that he was losing
ground, he abruptly wheeled almost
at right angles, and dashed into astill
narrower valley or gorge which pre-
scented itself. This man9uvre shut
him from sight of friends and foes, for
a minute or two, but the latter felt
that the struggle "a already decided,
and gave u]tteranCe 20 many shouts
of exultation as they Numbered after
him.
A groan escaped Captain Burnham,
whose face was white as death. No
one spoke, but with the same resolve
in every heart, they plunged into the
gorge after both parties.
A brief, fierce run and the race was
deciced; the Apaches had overtaken
the fugitive. The troopers saw the
mustang and it's rider, his hair and
cloak no longer flying, surrounded by
the red men who had captured them
beyond all chance of escaping.
Still Captain Burnham and his men
pressed forward, but in a short time
not an Indian was visible; their match.
less mustangs had carried them and
their captive beyond reach.
There was much of the Roman
sternness in the character of Capt.
Burnham, when, finding it was q hope
less chase, he wheeled his horse, and
gave the order to withdraw. The
troopers galloped down the gorge in
silence, their mustangs streaming
with perspiration and foam, for the
day was q scorching one, even for that
latitude, and the beasts had been
forcedto the uttermost vergeof endur.
ance. .... .
"Halloo! hallool"
The squad of cavalry were near the
point where the gorge reopened into
the valley, when they were halted by
the sight of a bareheaded figure, stand
ing motionless and waving it's arms as
if to attract their notice. A second
glance made known the astounding
fact that it was young Jack Bulnham.
A minute later he was clasped in the
arms of his overioyed father, and his
wonderful story was told.
Despair was in his HART as he wheel
ed his mustang into the gorge, but at
the critical moment, Zidda, the young
Apache, ran out from behind the
rocks, and, %f1inging up his hands,
called to him in Spanish to halt.
In a twinkling, Zidda explained that
he meant to take the place of the
fugitive. The cloak ofJack was trans
ferred to his shoulders, his sombrero
clapped onhis crown the young In
dian vaulted upon the back of the
painting steed, and called out:
"Hide YOURSELF / do this for thecup
of waterl"
In what Zidda made his
explanations to and peace with his
vengeful co~untry-men will probably
never be known, but that he succeed.
ed is proven by the fact that he was
seen and spoken to by Jack Burnham
himself more than a year latter.
EDWARD S. ELLIS.