Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-10-06

whcrcsoovcr he goes eager ears are bent
to hear his cShortation.
My Cod! why can't | arrest him ct
least? With that old scoundrel done for
the rest might not be so hard" is Rolfe's
impatient exclamation.
"Simply because the attempt would
lead to instant fight" is Hazlett's cool
reply.
But, man, he's putting them up to
organized resistance. Hes giving them
some instructions now; you can see it
just as well as | do"
"Who doesn't? but A suggestive
shrug of the shoulders indicates tho
brother captains opinion. You know
the old saying, Rolfe, Ours not to make
reply"
who's in command of those advanced
men fronting that part of tho village:'
asks Rolfo after q moments gloomy
pause.
Brewster. Don't you see? He's talk.
ing with Sergeant Ellis there now"
Rolfe grinds his heavy boot heel into
the frosted bunch grass not more harsh
ly than he glinds his teeth. by heav-
en-! Hazlett, bear mo witness 10 this, for
there's no telling how things will turn
out today. If / had my way those two
men would have been brought to book
and made to explain instead Of having
posts of honor here. Farquhar refused
to listen TO another word on the subject
until we got homo again; then it may be
too late"
"Wcll-l. can't understand what you
have against them both or either" is
/ uazlett's reply.
And I can't explain here or now, ont
wait till were home again, Hazlett, if
we ever get there
Farther down to tho left two other
troop commanders have been watching
tho symptoms among tho swarming
lodges.
"Thero'll be the devils work this day,
Thorpe" says Gorham at last with
gloomy brow.
And Thorpe only bows his head.
Three hours later look upon the scene.
The open prairie on the hithcr side of
tho village is no longer tenantless, as it
was at dawn. Two parallel lines con
front each other there.
IN uo%%ou SUBMISSION 10 Ille ORDERS OIL
their captors and the mandate Of the
biz white chief which has been laid be-
fore them, silent. -1llcn, muilcd to the
eyes in dingv robe OF blanket. the braves
have slowly moved ont from their lulk-
ing places among the tcpcos and shufllod
down the gentle slope until well away
from the outskirts Of their town, and
just in front Of long, silent rank If dis
mounted troopers hey squat upon the
ground. No word is spoken by either
side. Here crouch the savage leaders Of
the hostile tribe, and, IN long extended
line, scores Of their herccSt and hraveSt.
Others sell lurN AMONG the sQlaW5 and
lodges. Others peer with gitterinG,
malignant eyes from undcr heaps Of
foul smelling robes or larEochcs. Those
in the outing glance bat furtlvciv at the
blue line before tt'n. They arc silent
Is the dead. yet the war cry trcmbleS on
their lips. They wait, bJt wait eHpectant.
They crouc'S but il Is tine tigers
crouch, ready for 81 spring. The word
has been passed that al arms must be
surrendered, and every arm Is there,
ready, hidden, but "Witu the Lightning
sleeping in it,"
Ba"i; among those brown, din@y to-
r""S, nroaiho,> with excitement. equaWs
ar" scUuNiu- to and fro; children are
hniug nujdl"l away To t.e farther SIDE.
"Aoak ut that, Curly MCUers Warren
; under his frozen nrstacho, as he peasaa
lapidly along in rear. "l~u'l that enough
> to show they mean lnischiei;' Some OF