Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-10-12

CHAPTER IL-CoNrINUED.
Clinching his teeth and bending IA.
over the neck of his foaming steed,
Fsuntleroy drove both spurs cruelty
home, racing ahead needless of bullets
whistling by. every fiber of his brain
strained to listen. No more shots-no
sound of hoofs; only deaths stiffness
ahead But from behind the thud OF
hoofs drew nearer, spite of his increased
speed-nearer still! Then, wrenching
himself round, the flying rebel saw a
single horseman, far in lead, charging
down on him; and the great stride of the
horse warned him that his own under
fed beast must lose in that overmatch.
More carefully than before he braced
himself by his knees. taking steady aim
at the on-rushing shadow behind, just
as red flash cleaned out from it.
His turning had saved the scout, for he
felt the wind of the bullet whizzing by;
but he heard, too, that rasping, indie
scribable sound of lead crashing into
flesh! One lurch, and the black was on his
knees, rolling over SO quickly as to pin
his riders leg beneath him. On sped
tie pursuer, followed close by others;
and the reb-with teeth set from pain
and rage-rested his pistol on his bride
arm and waited to make his last shot
sure telling.
mand; and the trained troopers fell
into twos. as they rode up behind their
officer.
Covered by Evans pistol, the latter
rode on alone TO certain death, his own
revolver silent in his hand. For, with
his brutal fire of battle hot in his blood,
the scout steadied his aim, and pressed
his finger slowly on the trigger-when
suddenly he grew dizzy from pain, and
fell back helpless. The next instant the
pursuit was on him and he was covered
by the officers pistol.
''Dlsmount and secure him, sergeant"
the federal ordered, quietly: do you
surrender?''
81 can do nothing else" Evan an
swered, sullenly, quickly adding, in his
own vein: 'And if you want a live
capture, let some of your blue-coated
gentlemen lift this good friend Of mine
off my leg"
The sergeant and another were al
ready beside him, the former deity
wrenching the pistol from his grasp.
Brief time it took to raise the quivering
horse from his riders leg and lift the
boy, pale with pain, to his feet.
Easy, boys! Wait bit! l think that
left legs gone!" he said, with o catch
in his breath. ''U-hgh! Ah-h! That's
better. Mister Yank." And he put his
foot gingerly on the ground. tried to
rest upon it, then leaned heavily on the
stalwart sergeant.
"Who are you?" the officer asked.
"a confederate soldier" Evan replied.
'Scouting?'
"No: on leave" the other answered,
quickly, his shrewdness returning as
pain decreased.
What commando
"Prlvate, b troop, til Virginia Cav
airy" was the answer. 81 was riding
to farm below, with lady,-had no
notion any Yanks were across the river"
You fired on u.s." the officer said,
But didn't-hit your the boy re-
torted, with grin half of pain and half
of fun, trying to gain time for Carolyn
Clay and listening eagerly for any sound
"Dismounted Corporal Riley, SIR"
the sergeant reported to his officer, hand
70 cap.
That's even, major" Evan retorted,
ask one favor, sir? My horse and are
old comrades" he added, with little
tremor in the voice. ''WIl you let the