The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-07-21

vance In this order, when half dozen
jets Of unmistakable powder smoke shot
ont from conical hill to the left, and
Corporal Wilson, Of the First United
States regulars, fell dead from his horse.
It was now evident that Mart Hall and
his friends did not avail themselves Of
the canyon In order to attack.
Quicker than / can pen the briefest
sentence that describes the adventure,
number fours were holding the horses,
and the others were speeding like deer
hounds for the hill. It was by no means
our first experience Of this kind, and the
fierce faces Of the men in blue told that
they were In no mood to DO tender with
the guerrillas. The rule had been to
shoot them down II they did not sur
render and to hang them up II they did.
As we advanced. the men on the hill
kept up an irregular FIRE from behind o
natural barricade Of rocks near the
crest, but there was only Q handful Of
them, and our sudden and no doubt
unexpected attack demoralized them 90
that not one Of our men was hit till we
had surrounded the cone and were under
the shelter Of the activity. Invent to
the rear Of the hill, where I saw signs
that told me that was the way In which
our assailants had assembled. Our men
knew what to do without further orders,
and as they crept up they fired at every
thing they saw moving in front. When
we had come within about fifty yards Of
the top took refuge behind . rock and
called out:
Hello there, Mart Hallr"
Hello yerserr' came back the reply.
There is no use in firing any more.
want you to surrender"
"I'll see you uns id fust, and then
! wontr' was the response.
"Yes, we uns II see you uns did
fustI'' rang out like an echo the unmis-
taxable voice Of Saddle Ferguson.
Like my men, had been fever hot
with indignation, but as soon as real
lied that the girl was here felt cold
chill for the moment; then l called out:
"Haye you Q woman with you up
thereY
"Yes." replied the man, I'VE uns hes
got lady up har, and she's my gal"
"If you are brave men you will send
her down. We will do her no harm.
Come. we have no time for fooling."
We could hear voices in discussion
among the rocks. It was evident that
Saddles companions were anxious for
her to leave, and equally evident that
she was determined to stay. At length
she decided the question by shouting
out, in tones Of resolute defiance:
Mart Halls my sweetheart, d-n you
uns, and I'm a-gwine to stick by him
till the ind. So my vice to you uns Is
to clar right out, and we uIs II agree
not to shoot any noah. That's honest
Injun."
Despite this assurance, there was
nothing left us but to push on, and that
quickly, for we had no time to spare.
Ny men were at once drawn to the rise
Of the crest to avoid firing on each other,
and l could hear them saying, as they
braced for the expected dash, 1--WE must
save the girl, boys, II we can"
l shouted again to send the woman
out, so as to throw the fellows up the
hill off their guard, then signaled the
advance with my saber, while Saddle
was shouting her defiance, and in an in
slant the men in blue were leaping over
the intervening space like tigers.
A ten seconds fusillade; curses, yella.
q woman's shrek, and then the cheer Of
the victors, whose last volley from the
repeating carbines had been delivered
within ten feet.
There was no need Of the rope that day.
Except the tall, 1.-the young man took to
be Mart Hall, all the men were dressed
in butternut and armed with hunting
rifles. Lying across Halls body was
the girl dead. She still clutched pistol
In her little brown hand, and the red
splotch on her forehead, with its purple,
powder stained margin, told that her
own hand had made the wound that took
her from life with her desperate lover.
THE END.