The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-12-02

lights ut Ceralvo's miles away, but
Wing only laughed again. and still
putting away at his pipe went on down
the whding trait to where In the deep
shelter OF the rocky walls pool Of
water lay cleaning. Here he threw
himself fiat, and lying aside his pre-
cious pipe drank long and eagerly; then
with sudden plunge he doused his hot
face in the cooling flood and came up
dripping
Thank the Lord I have no desert
march to make today-all on a wild
goose chase" was his pious ejacula.
ton. What on earth could have in
duced the paymaster to send detach-
ment over to the Gila?' He took from
his pocket penciled note and slowly
twisted it in his fingers. 1t was too
dark to read, but in its soldierly brevity
he almost knew it by heart.
"The major sent Donovan with half
the escort back to the Gila on an Apache
scare this morning. They will prob
ably return your way, empty handed.
Signal if they have passed. Latham
knows your code and we have good
glass. Send man to Ceralvo's with
orders for them to join at once il they
haven't come, and flag or torch when
they pass you. It's my belief they've
gone there"
This was signed by Feeny and over
and again had Wing been specializing
as to what it all meant. When the es-
cort with the ambulance and paymaster
went through before the dawn, Feeny
had ronsed him to ask il anything had
been heard of Indians on the warpath
between them and the Sonora line, and
the answer was both prompt and posi-
tive, mo" AS for their being north
or north Of west of his station, and mp
toward the Gila, Wing secuted the sug-
gestion. He wished, however, that
Jackson were back with such tidings as
he had picked up at Ceralvo's. 1t was
always best to be prepared, even though
this was some distance away from the
customary raiding ground Of the tribe.
Just then there came a hail from
aloft. Pikey was shouting.
"All right" answered Wing cheer
lily; "be there in minute, and then
he went springing up the trail as though
the climb of 400 feet were mere bag
atelle.
What's up? jackson herep" he
asked, short of breath, as he reached the
little nook in which their brush covered
tents were pitched. There was no re-
ply.
"Pikel o Pikel Where are your"
he called.
And presently, faint and far, some
where down in the dark canyon to the
south, voice replied:
Down hyar. Something's coming
up the road
Surely enough. Probably quarter
mile away dim light as of swing
ing lantern could be seen following the
winding of the rough and rock ribbed
road Then came the click of ironshod
hoofs, the crack of the long mule whip.
and resonant imprecption in Spanish
leveled at the invisible draft ami
mails. Bounding lightly down tho
southwark path, Sergeant Wing soon
reached the roadside, and there found
Pike in converse with brace of horse
men.
Its old Harvey's outft, from Yuma,
making for Moreno IS, vouchsafed the
soldier.
"Oh, is that you, Sergeant Wing !?
/ ought TO have known you were here.
I'm Ned Harvey" And the taller
horseman held out hand, which Wing
grasped and shook with cordial fervor.
(Which way, Mr.. Harvey, and who
are with you?"
Home to Tucson. Ny sisters are in
Concord behind u.s. going to visit the
old folks for few weeks before their
trip to Cuba.
"You don't tell mel" exclaimed
Wing. They're the first ladies to pass
through here since / came on duty at
the station two months ago. You stay
at Moreno's, l suppose?"
Yes; the governor meets MS thero
with relays and four or FIVE men. We
knew there would DO no danger west
of the Santa Maria"
Well, did you stop at Ceralvo's
or see any Of their people?"
'No, never put in there. Fathers
very suspicious of that gang. Why do
you ask, thought"
Wing hesitated. There was some
story afloat about Apaches," he finally
said. The paymaster's escort threw
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