The Russellville Democrat., 1893-08-24

thing that can stop bullet, and the entrance to the cave is be- ing stoutly barricaded Patter- son, who was sorely exposed at his post and ordered down by Lieut.. Drummond, is aiding in the work. Wing has been carefully borne into the back cave, whither, too, the the wailing, quaking Moreno women are herded and bidden to hold their peace. There, too, Fanny and Ruth, silent, pallid perhaps, but making no moan, are now kneeling by their patient. Costigan runs in with two buckets he has filled with water, and ''Little Mac" follows with half a dozen dripping canteens. More rocks are being piled on the barri- cade, convenient apertures being left through which to fire, and Costigan, feverishly eager, is making every exertion for any minute may be the last with those plucky fellows bat ting there aloft. The air rings with the shots of the encircling Apaches, and with the loud report of the ca7- airy carbines answering the hidden foe. Twice has Costigan implored the lieutenant to come down anyhow, so long as his crippled condition pre- vents his firing a gun, but Drum mond pokes his bandaged head one instant to shout something to the effect tha, he is Ion deck" until he has seen the last man down, and Costigan knows that it is useless to argue. At last the barricade is ready. Walsh, peering grimly around, just the top of his head showing over the parapet, begs for one snot and shouts his Hibernian challenge to the Apache nation to come forth and show itself. Drum mond picks up the glasses for one final look down the desert and across the valley in search of friends who who surely should be coming, cautiously places the "binocular" on the inner edge of the top of his shelving rock, then raises his head to the level.
 Fur the love O God, loot n mt, don't sit so high upl" implores Walsh. They re sure to spot - Oh, Christ !" And down goes the poor, faithful fellow, the blood yelling from deep gash along the temple. He lies senseless at his commanders feet.
 For moment the air seemed alive with humming missiles and shrill with yells from on every side. In their triumph three or four say age foes have leaped up from be. hind their sheltering rocks, and one of them pays the penalty. A vengeful carbine from across the canon stretches the 1.-the, slender, dusky form lifeless among the rocks, with the dirty white of his breech clout turning crimson in the monday glare. Up from the cave, cat like, Patterson and "Little Mac" came climbing the narrow trail. Between them they drag Walsh's senseless body to the edge, and then somehow, despite hissing, spattering lead, they bear him safely down and carry him within the cave.
 "Now, call in Moreno and help his partner back !" shouts Drum mond, and Costigan goes at speed to carry out the order. A few min utes of intense excitement and sus- pense, then Moreno is seen hmping around the point. Behind him Costigan is slowly helping their brigand friend. A few more shots came singing overhead. A moment more and the watchful Indians will come charging up the now un- guarded canon and crowning both banks.
 "Now, lads, give 'em two or three shots apiece to make them hug their cover. Then down for the caves, every man ofyou," is the order
 For moment the Indian fire is silenced in the rapid fusillade that follows. Sharp and quick the car pines are barking their challenge,