The Russellville Democrat., 1893-08-17

here, Costigan; I want to post man or two below at tho bend And down he goes, sliding and scramhlipg until he reaches the edge of the brook Moreno, squatting against rock, glances up at him appeal ingly.
 "Senor Teniente, I pray you un- loose me and let me help. The Apache is our common enemy" he pleads.
 An idea comes to Drummond. Wings earbine can be utilized. He can post Moreno down the gorge at the second bend to command that approach and put little McGuffey, the recruit, at the next bend to command Moreno, and send bull let through him if he shirk or swerve.
 "I declare, I believe l will, you old seoundrel," he says. Here, McGuffey, unite this fellow, I've got to look around a minute. '" Into the depth of the Assure where Moreno's women are praying and rocking he peers a moment. One of the wounded bandits is now paat praying for. The other, pain fully shot but plucky, begs to be given a chance to fight for his life You are too badly hurt now. We couldn't get you up there,'' is the answer
 "Well, then, put me on with Moreno, wherever you're going to assign him. Surely if you can trust a Greaser you can a white man. | Pm only fit to hang, perhaps, but damn me if l want to lie here when 1 there's an Indian fight going on. And 30 he, too, is unloosed and lifted to his feet. Leaning on Me Guffey's shoulder and supported by his arm, the pale-faced stranger, preceded by Moreno, who gees limp i ing and swearing sotto voce down the rocky way, is led a hundred i yards along the canon where it makes second bend. Here they can see nearly l50 more ahead of ! them, and here some loose boulders are hurriedly showed or rolled to form a rife pit, and these volunteer allies are placed in position.
 "We cover the approaches above so that they can't sneak up and heave rocks down upon you. All 1 you've got to do nov is to plug every Apache that shows his nose around the bend below" says Drummond. "McGuffey, you take post at the point behind. Watch that over hanging cliffs, and support as best you can, and "LittIe Mack" as the men call him, gets further instructions as he takes his position, instructions which would 1 give small comfort to Moreno could he only hear them. Then back goes the lieutenant to where Wing is lying, Miss Harvey bending anxiously over him, her beautiful eyes filling with tears at sight of Drummond's brave but haggard young face. Ruth is crouching by her sisters side, but rises quickly as Drummond enters, her fears lessen ing, her hopes gaining.
 "Any newsf Anything in sight --of oursf' is Miss Harvey's eager question.
 "Not yet; but they're bound to be along almost any minute now. Some Apaches whom I could see coming across from the east have a wounded man with them. It makes me hope our fellows have met and fought them and are following close on their trail. How's Wing9"
 She can only shake her head.
 "He seems delirious every now and then, perhaps only because of so much mental excitement and suf- fering. He is dozing now" 1 "Gallant fellow What would we have done without himi only wish we had more like him. Think how all my detachment has become scattered. If we had them here now I could push out and Grive the h. dians to the rocks and far beyond all possibility of annoying you with their racket. Of course you are safe | from their missiles down here.o
 "Yes, we are but you and your soldiers, Mir. Drummond Every shot made me fear you were hit, '" cries poor little Ruth, her eyes till ing, her lips quivering. Then, just as Drummond is holding forth a hand, perhaps it is an arm, too, she points up to the rock above where Walsh is evidently exercised about something. He has dropped his gun, picked up the glasses, and is gazing down the range to the south.
 Perhaps he sees some of our fel- lows coming for good this time. Four of them tried it a while ago, but were probably attacked some miles below here and fell back on the main body. They'll be along before a great while, and won't it be glorious if they bring back the safe and allf" He says this by way. of keeping up their spirits, then, once more wearily, but full of pluck and purpose, he climbs the rugged path and creeps to Walsh's side.
 "ls it any of our men you seeP he whispers.
 "Divil a wan, sir it's more of thim internal Apaches.
 Drummond takes the glass and 1 sfndias tha dim and distant ornnn