The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-11-13
ing scream from thsmidst Of thsbivouac;

ing scream nun tne m1obt Oh tno UlVOuaci
then
Charger
In they go!-the Devils own Ds."
The still air rings with their wild hur-
rahs and the crash Of their carbines. The
aame jets light up the savage scene and
show squaws and screaming children
rushing for shelter among the rocks;
Apache warriors springing from the
ground, some manfuIly facing the rush
Of the foe, others fleeing like women
down the hillSide.
Never haltinS an instant, the soldiers
dash through the camp, driving the
duslry occupants helter Skelter. Lane
finds himself confronted one instant BY
q savage warrior whose eyes gleam like
tigers under the thatch Of coarse black
hair, and whose teeth gnAsh In fury e
he tries to force freah cartridge into
his breech loader. No time for Lane to
reload. He clubs his carbine, and the
hammer comes crashing down on the In
dams skull Just as Corp. Riley drives
bullet through his heart.
Look to the capives, mani" shouts
Lane. Don't follow mel Drive theml
drive them, Roger are his ringing or
ders, as he himself daShes on past the
fires and into the feeble morning light
beyond.
Bangl bangI the carbines are ringing
through the rocks and trees; cheer upon
cheer goes up from the little command,
mingled with Indian yells and the
screams Of the terrified children.
"Riley's got 'em, sir" he hears his boy
trumpeter call. "Some Of 'em, anyhow.
There's two white women"
"Never mind, Lad, he answers. Don't
sound the recall till I tell YOU"
And again his ringing voice Is heard
among the tumult: Forward forward
drive theml keep them on the run, menF'
And 80 for Ave minutes longer, firing
whenever q savage head appears, inhict-
ing and receiving many Q savage blow,
but still victoriously forcing their way
onward, the little band follow their
leader down the rocks until apparently
not an Apache Is left in the immediate
neighborhood Of the old camp. Then at
last the trumpet peals out its signal re-
call.
And slowly and steadily, watchfully
guarding against the possibility Of leav-
ing some wounded comrade among the
rocks, the little command finally gathers
once more around the fires in the camp.
Riley and his men have disappeared.
A shout from up the rocks in the well
known Irish voice gives the glad intelli-
gence that he has brought with him all
the prisoners he could find in camp.
There are three women, sir, and two
little children-two girls; they're 90
frightened that I can hardly find out
much from them, but they say there was
no more left"
"Very well, then. Now, men, open
out right and left, and fall back very
slowly. Sergeant, take six Of the men
and move up 30 as to be close to Riley in
case they attack from the flank. Are
we all here2 Are any wounded or hurtr
He asks the question with little stream
Of blood trickling down from his left
temple, but Of which he seems perfectly
unaware; either an arrow or o bullet has
torn the skin and made quite . furroW
through the hair.
Murphy, SIR" says one of the men
'is shot through the arm, and LathroT
has got bullet In the leg; but they're
only hesh wounds; they're lying here
just back Of u.s."
Lane turns about and finds two Of hil
men looking little pale, but perfectly
plucky and self possessed. "Wen gel
you along all right, men, he says; "don't
worry. Now, lads, turn about every ten
or fifteen steps, and see that they don't
get close upon you. Look well 10 the
left"
Then slowly they fall back toward
the pass. Every now and then . shot
comes whizzing by, as the Apaches 70
gain courage and creep up to their aban'
doned camp. But not until they an
well back over the ridge, and Riley and
his little party, fairly carrying their res.
cued captives, are nearly out Of harms
way, do the scattered warriors begin Ia
realize how few In number their assail'
ants must be. RRllying shouts can bs
heard among the rocks, and then there
come the thunder Of hoofs out on the
plain below and the answering yells Of
the returning raiders.
"Run to Corp. Riley and tell him tc
make all the haste he can" Lane orders
his trumpeter. "Tell him to go back Ia
the horses, and then, as soon as he has
left his women In q safe place there, Ia
throw up stone shelters wherever 1t ID
possible. Royce, you look out for this
front. Twill go to the left II any Of
your men are hit, have them picked up
and moved rapidly to the rear; Of course,
we can't leave any wounded to fall into
their hands; but, where possible, keep
your men under cover; and keep under
yourself, sir; don't let me see you expos
ing yourself unnecessarily, as l did q
while ago."
And once again the retreats resumed.
Lane looks an1ously among the rocks
down the hill to his left, every instant
expecting to see the young braves hur-
rying to the assault But now, a.
though In obedience 10 the signals Of
some leader, the Apaches cease their
pursuit. Lane well knows that the mat
ter is not yet concluded, but Is thankful
for the respite. Still warily his little
force continues the withdrawal, and,
without further molestation, reaches the
gorge Of the San Simon, and soon comes
In sight Of the dip among the rocks
where the horses are still hidden. Here,
too, Corp. Riley and his men are busi1y
OF work heaping up little breastworlD Of
rock, and Lane directs that while the
wounded-there arc three now-are car
Red down 10 whore the rescued women
and children are lying, the other men