Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1890-08-31

his side Il can see nothing that looks
| like prisoners: they must be among the
trees there, where that farthest fire is
burning. Keep close to me with your
men. Pass the word to the right, there.
All ready"
And now they are so near the Indians
that the voices OF one or two sQuaws can
be heard chatting in low tones; then the
feeble wall of an infant is for moment
brought to their straining ears; then far
out over the level valley to the west there
is sound that causes Lanes blood to
tingle-faint, distant, but unmistakable
"a chorus of Apache yellS. The raiders
are coming back; it is time to strike the
blow. Now or never seems to be the
word as the men glance at their leader
and then into each others faces.
Forward No shot, no sound, till
they see us; then cheer like mad as you
charge! Come on men."
Quickly now following his lead they
go leaping down the hillside. Thirty
/ fifty yards without mishap or discov-
cry; sixty, and still no sound from the
defense, then a sudden stumble, the
rattle of Il carbne sliding down the
rocks, muttered eXecration; then
shrill, piercing scream from the midst
of the biyouac, then
Charge"
In they go-the Devils own D'sr'
The still air rings with their wild hur-
rahS and the crash of their carbineS.
/ The flame jets light up the savage scene
and show SQuawS and screaming child
rem rushing for shelter among the rocks,
/ Apache warriors Springing from the
ground, some manfully facing the rush
of the foe, others fleeing like women
down the hillside.
Never hating al instant the soldiers
dash through the camp, driving the
duSly occupants heller SHELTER Lane
/ finds himself confronted one Instant by
a savage warrior whose eyes CLEAN like
tigers under the thatch of coarse black
hair, and whose teeth gnaSh in fury as
he tries 10 force fresh cartridge into
his breech loader. No time for Lane to
reload. He clubs his carbine, aud the
hammer comes crashing down on the In
| dian'S skull just rs Corporal Riley drives
Il bullet through his heart.
Look TO the captiyeS, man. shouts
Lane. Don't follow me. Drive them
drive them, Royce" are his ringing or
derS, as he himself daSheS ON past the
fires and into the feeble morning light
beyond.
/ Bang, bang, 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 trumpter call. "Some of EN-, any
how. There's two white women"
Never mind, lad" he answers do
not sound the recall till tell YOU
And again his ringing voice is heard
above the tumult: Forward, forward.
drive them. keep them on ther run, men,"
And so for five minutes longer, firing
whenever savage head appears, inflict-
ing and receiving many a savage blow,
but still VIGOROUSLY pushing their way
onward. the little band follow their
leader down the rocks until apparently
not an Apache is left in the neighbor-
hood of the old camp. Then at last the
trumpet pealS out its signal recall.
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 camp.
Riley and his men have disappeared.
\ shout from up the rocks in the we'll
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 so
frightened that | can hardly find ont
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 so rs 10 be close to Riley
in case they attack from the flank. Are
we all here? Are any wounded or hurt?'
He asks the question with a little stream
of blood trickling down from his left
/ temple, but of which he seems perfectly
unaware; either an arrow or bullet
/ has torn the skin and made quite fur
row through the hair.
Murphy, sir, 80 says one OF the men,
lis shot through the arm, and Lathrop
has got bullet in the leg; but they're
only flesh wounds; they're lying here
just back of us
Lane turns about and finds two OF his
men looking a little pale, but perfectly
| plucky and Self-pOSSeSSed. "Well get
/ 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 TO the left"
Then slowly they fell back toward the
pass. Every now and then shot comes
whizzing by, rs the ApacheS regain
courage and creep up TO their abandoned
camp. But notuntil they are well back
\ over the ridge. aud Riley and his little
party, fairly carrying their rescued cap
tives, are nearly out of harms way, do
/ the scattered warriors begin to realize
| how few in number their aSSailantS
must be. Rallying shouts can be 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 TO
make all the haste he can" Lane orders
| his trumpeter. Tell him to 90 back to
| the horses, and then, aS soon rs he has
/ left his women in a safe place there, to
throw up stone shelters wherever il is
possible. Royce, you look out for this
front. will 90 TO the teft. If any OF
our men are hit, have them picked up
and moved rapidly to the rear; of course
we can't leave any of wounded 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 | did
while ago"
And once again the retreat iSrcSumed.
Lane looks anXiouSly among the rocks
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