Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1893-02-02

CHAPTER II--CONTINUED
Clinching his teeth and bending far
over the neck of his foaning steed,
/, Fauntleroy 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 OWE 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 whining by;
but he heard, too, that rasping, indie
scribable sound of lead crashing into
feshi One lurch, and the black was on his
knees, rolling over so quickly as to pin
his riders leg beneath him. On sped
the 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.
Cease firing!' rang out in clear COM
mand; and the trained troopers fell
into twos, as they rode up behind their
officer
2 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
Ssurrender?'
81 can do nothing else" Evan an
swcrcd, sullenly, quickly adding, in his
own vein: ''And if you want 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! think that
left legs goneT'' he said, with 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
st2lwart sergeant
who are you?'' the officer asked.
"a confederate soldier Evan replied.
~'Scouting?"
mo: on leave" the other answered,
quickly, his shrewdness returning as
pain decreased.
What command?''
Private, = troop, tn Virginia Cav
AIRY was the answer. 81 was riding
To Il farm below, with a lady,-had no
notion any Yanks were across the river
'|You fred on u.s." the officer said
sternly.
--But l didn't-hit you!'' 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
southwark.
''Dismounted Corporal Riley, SIR"
the sergeant reported to his officer. hand
10 cap.
That's even. major" Evan retorted,
. quickly. You dismounted me. May I
ask one favor, sir? My horse and are
old comrades" he added, with a little
'.1remor in the voice. "Will you let the