Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-10

which he could look down into the mouth | of the pass. The opening swarmed with Indians in full war paint.
 Instantly Jim understood the ettuae tion. The command was on the other side of the canyon, and the savages were lying in wait for it's return.
 In turning backward his foot slipped, and a bit of loosened sod fell to the ground below. Like lightning flash the result of the mishap passed before him the rapid scaling of tho height before his fear-paralyzed feet could take him to Comanche, the whip of bullet through the air-torture too awful to be thought of-and body left for the buzzards to feast on: and worse than all, the men would share his fate.
 Trembling and cold with terror ho cronchcd in tho thick bed of sage bushes. Surely the fierce beating of his heart would reveal his hiding-place. It had. The bush in front of him parted and shook violently. Jim raised his eyes he could almost see the ficndish, painted face and hear the swing of the hunting knife over his head. But was he dream ing? A fat old coyote was looking curi- ously at the animal in army blue who had invaded his haunts; and then, with @ bound, was gone to tell the tale to his neighbors. This explained tho apparent carelessness of the Indians. They had seen the coyote springing about, and be- lieved that the earth was loosened by the movements of his body.
 The relief was intense. Jim breathed freely again. He might yet save the troop; but how? To go through the can- yon was clearly impossible. To make a detour in the shadow of the willows, and at a lower point scale the rocks, and there wave danger signal to the command when it came in sight was too hazardous. There were keen eyes watching every inch of the pass. A signal would serve the enemy as well as his friends, and ut best only delay the inevitable. He must ride back to the post and give the alarm. Slowly, with infinite precaution, he pushed his way back to Comanche. To unite him ana mount was the work of @ moment.
 The rise of ground, thickly studded | with underbrush, completely screened his movements from the Indians in the pass.
 Throwing his arms about the pony's | neck. the exhausted boy laid his cheek against tho glossy skip and fairly sobbed: "Comanche, help he. help me to save our men"
 Comanche understood He flew over the soft springing turf. his hoofs im- patiently cutting the air.
 On, on they rode. Cool water splashed into Jim's burning face; t1e ford wae l the plains.
 1 "Who goes there2"
 l The rattle of musket, and the sharp military tone reused Jim from the curl ous drowsiness that was creeping over him. He had reached his post.
 Almost shrieking, he begged the sep tinel to call the officer of the guard. Clinging to Comanche's neck, he waited,
 1t seemed to him centuries, until the
 young lieutenant came in response to the
 summons. Briefly Jim told the story.
 The peaceful quiet of the garrison was
 changed by magic into intense commo-
 ton. Light after light flashed into bar
 racks and stables. The suffers store
 gave up it's nightly crowd of jewellers.
 trembling groups on the piazzas. Down
 at the quartermasters corral busy hands
 were getting the ambulance ready. Dr.
 Thomas hurried out from his quarters. buttoning his overcoat, and eKcitedly
 swinging an ominous looking instrument
 case. There might be work for those
 glittering cruelties before the night was over.
 At last came the order to mount, and
 with a splendid dash and charge the men
 rode to the rescue of their comrades.
 Numbering in the rear came the ambu-
 lance, it's white top glimmertng in the
 moonlight. Tho driver. leaning forward
 in his seat, was flashing the mules into
 furious pace. Every heart throbbed with
 going op in tho shadow of the canyon?
 At last the Pass was iR sight. At g safe l distance the order to dismount was given ) and creeping stealthily. the soldiere gained tho height from which Jim had re- connoitered.
 fingers pressing the triggers of their caf-
 bines. One nasty movement, cough. , tho rustic of bush, and al might be iu
 valn. Soon, through the almost madden.
 ing stiffness, sounded O faint tramp and clink of spurs. They were tust fin time
 the troop was marching through the can. yon. The officer in command gave two ) orders fin low, stern whisper. The men
 rose to their feet, and instantly the rocks reverberated with the bugle's note. The 3 Tenth should know their danger, anC their rescue, too.
 A yell of baffled fury was drowned ir the cheering shouts of brave men. There :: was a mad charge down the height; the | air snapped with the storm of bullets Caught in their own ambuscade, tho l, crafty Sioux were moved down in scores The battle was soon over. When the ambulance came plunging in Dr. Thomas
 looked trifle disappointed. Profes sional ardor is hard to satisfy, and there , were only three slight wounds for hif
 skillful hands to dress.
 In the early morning light the officers : wives, who were sitting watching anG .. .. crying. too, poor things, heard the vel t come bugle call The command wal > safely home.
 Some one lying on hospital bed heart ,- 1t, too. Rising Jim waved his hand il triumph.
 : II did the best knew," he cried, 'tt save our men !" and fell back dead. With white, quivering faces, B trooI T gathered together in the barracks tt i mourn for ''their boy" the hero of th' Q Tenth.-N. Y, Ledger.
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