Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-06

cover with him, Morse. no time to
lose now. Lash him tight OF he'll break
away called Brewster And poor
Jacks plunging availed him nothing.
A moment more, with dismal groan he
was on his side in the soft, cold bed, the
lariat was being dashed and knotted so
that even furious struggles could not
free him, and then, to add to the indig-
nifty, his erstwhile friends and comrades
were heaping new insult and storm Of
snow upon him. Jack couldn't under
stand it.
Ready, menl They're Just peeping
over in the hollow now. The moment
they're fairly in it. give the word"
Twenty thirty seconds of breathless
silence. Then a quick gesture; a quick.
low toned, but imperative Cor
Go they did, skimming over the pool
above the rapids, leaping the narrow
chasm where the black waters, dancing
and frothing, had defed the ice king;
ducking under the opposite bank; car
bines i'll hand, revolvers at the hip, car
tridges cleaning in every belt; and after
them, leaping, yet bending low, went
reached the mouth of the ravine, burst
through the powdery drift, and then,
Brewster leading, eyes everywhere, al
most on all fours, they scurried along
half way up the opposite slope, keeping
well under the crest and just at the edge
# the deepdrifts to their right. Fifty
sixty yards they made their rapid way,
and then around little bend and among
great heaps and mounds of glistening,
shimmering white there rose an odd
shaped heap, only trihe higher than
its fellows, and from the midst Of it
there projected a dingy, whity-brown
canvas, slanting to the north, and with
cry of delight half stihed in his lips
Carroll Brewster leaped into the snow,
foundered to his armpits in the owdery
drift, and in a moment more had forced
his way through the fragile white wall
befors him, had seized the handle of the
door and Winifred Berrien, starting from
her mothers clasping arms, blinded for
an instant by the glare Of radiant sun
shine, barely able as yet to rally from the
stupor like slumber into which she had
fallen. heard her name called in the Joy
GUS tones she knew so well and saw her
lover, a stalwart, glowing, rejoicing
young snow god, all sparkling with'the
white crystals, al glistening in the glo-
rious beams, gazing upon her with a
love light in his brave blue eyes that
brought instant glow to her own wan
and pallid cheek. And then, before she
could even speak, before her mother
could emerge from the EMBEDDING robes,
a shout was heard, then the sudden ring
Of rifle shot, followed instantly By an
other, the spat as Of a whiplash on the
canvas top. Something tore its way
through the roof and front with spiteful
zip"
"Downl down upon the foorl both Of
you, quick~ shouted Brewster, as he
slammed the door. and the next instant
they heard the order in his ring
ing tones, half stihed in the snow
Fire, menl Keep 'em off Firer
They heard the quick bangl bang! of
carbines close at hand, the prompt re-
! Spouse of rifles distant as We're the first.
the whistle Of lead through the icy air.
the shrill yells of battling Indians. the
furious gallopof bounding hoofs. Every
where to their front the rapid fire in
creased. More yells, partly of triumph,
partly summoning additional warriors
to the spot, then the muffied beat OF
coming hoofs, and in the midst Of it all
Brewster's stern voice, calm and steady
'Aim we'll, men, but fire lively Don't
let them again get so close as to have a
/ shot at the wagon Watch that above
all" Two-three minutes the sound OF
battle ragged about them, increasing at the
front. A soldier voice was heard to say
"There's more Of them coming, sir. You
can see them down there to the east. :
And Mrs. Berrien's heart grew faint
, with fear Winifred had buried her
face upon her breast and closed her ears
to the horrid sounds. And then. all on
sudden, the yells Of the charging In
dams seemed to grow fainter, than
sounds Of dismay arose among them,
then the cries were drowned in the clat-
| ter Of ironshod hoofs and the chorus OF
| soldier cheers. Murphy and his little
squad came whirling up the bank, and
Mrs. Berrien's heart poured forth in
| praise and thanksgiving at the joyous
| Milesian hail:
ITO hell wild EN-, fellersl Sure all 3
TROOPS comin-not two miles behindl'
!