San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-10-10

roar and rattle chat was Certifying. Every
outside steel bar had ten brads, one opposite
each cartridge, and a jerk on the lever
set 'em all Off Then he threw down the door,
flung the bars with the empty shells on the
ground and put in the next loaded set. Then
the first set was loaded up again
'When the first volley was fired it Just
moved down the bushes around one Of the
stakes as if q lawn mower had been run
through them Now, Bolder,' he said, 4
don't see no signs of Indians, and we must
have been here over three weeks 1 must use
you for bait You get on Sam, the fastest
horse, and scour around the country. Keep
a sharp lookout, and the moment you see an
Indian make for here. Sam will outrun 'em
every time, if you don't get so close as to be
within range of en- growled good deal,
but had to go. My month wouldn't be up
for another week.
THE firzt day didn't get nibble The
next day took a compass and went further
from camp In the afternoon | thought
saw a couple of moving dots on one of the
far away hills. Anyhow, | made for camp
as quick as could, and before evening the
Indians were all around the hill, but they
kept out of range and seemed to be sizing us
no move.
I'm the morning they made their attack.
They seemed to have picketed their horses
and were crawling at US through the grass.
Old Slower was in high feather. He watched
them with that eagle eye Of his and could
tell by the movements of the grass just where
they were.
Now, them he said, you lie low and fill
<bo hors fril I
them. When have fred two or three times
be ready with pail of water to throw over
the gun barrels
HE kept moving the machine from one
side to the other and at last got it where he
wanted it. Then he took hold Of the lever
and watched the grass. All at once he
pulled, and tho yell that rose from the grass
almost drowned out the roar of the guns.
What was left of the Indians sprang up and
ran. He got one more shot at them and
moved them down like grain. For a couple
of days there was no sign of Indians and
then it seemed they had got large REINFORCE
ments. They tried the other side of the fort
and came dashing at us on horseback. The
moment the Indians were level with the
stakes old Slower pulled his gun. 1t was the
most awful havoc | ever saw. The horses
were wild and the old man fred eight volleys
into 'em before what was left got out of
range.
THAT was tho last we saw Of the Indians.
The old man insisted on going and counting
the dead. l tried to get him not to, for was
sure the Indians were just laying low and
would nab him. But l was wrong. They
knew when they had enough and had left for
some healthier place. When the old man
came back he said:
There's just sixteen Of them for every
one they killed of mine, and sixteen over
which is my share. Now, if any accident
should happen to me, you just take the horses
and get back to the settlement and sell every
thing you can to pay yourself. Your. months
up today
II was pumping water at the time and was
not paying much attention to Slower. He
loaded up the machine and tied rope to the
lever 'Good-by, Bolder,' he cried.
Il looked up and saw him standing in front
of the barrels with the rope in his hand. Be-
fore could move he gave the rope jerk
and was cut to pieces.
Il got back all right, but the mistake of
my LIE was that did not patent old Stover's
machine gun. "-Luke Sharp in Detroit Free
Press.