The Russellville Democrat., 1893-07-20
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gang. He drove for the stage com pany last year and was discharged. He gave his name as Bland. :"
 Blandl Henry Bland v ex- claimed Sergeant Wing, leaping to his feet in uncontrollable excitement. Do you mean it, sirf Had he en- listedi Do you mean that he was the man Miss Harvey spoke of the disguised soldier, she called him9'
 And Drummond. amazed at Wings emotion, gazed up to see the sergeant's features working almost convulsively, his facs palling, his eyes fuli of intense anxiety.
 "Why I cannot doubt it, ser geant. He ran away from us on the discovery of Donovan's body and rode straight for Moreno's, beating us there probably by an hour or so, for no one happened to miss him.
 Wings hands were raised on high in a gesture almost tragic, then dropped hslplessly by his side. With a sihed groan the tall soldier turned abruptly away and went striding toward the opening of the cancn, leaving Dfummond wondering and perplexed.
 When, a quarter Of an hour later, the sergeant returned, bringing with him some improvised splints and bandages, and Drummond believed it his duty to make inquiry IS to whether he knew Bland and what was the cause of his excitement, Wing turned his grave, troubled face and looked his young superior straight in the eye.
 Mir. Drummond, 1 have known that man for good and for i'll many a long year. If our fellows have killed him, let his crimes die with him. If he is brought in alive, brought to trial--I may have to speak, but not now, sir. Bear with me, lieutenant--no now. .'
 Was Drummond dreaming' He could have declared that tears were starting in the sergeant's eyes as he turned hastily away, unable for the moment to continue the setting and bandaging of the broken arm.
 ssTake your own time, Wing, said the young officer, gently. Speak or keep silent, as you will. You have earned the right" And the sergeant mutely thanked bim.
 The primitive surgery of the frontier took little time, and, with his arm comfortably and closely slung, Drummond lay impatient for the coming of his men, impatient, perhaps, to hear a softer voice, to feel again the light touch of slender fingers, yet, in his weakness and ex- harstion, dropping slowly off to sleep. All efforts to keep awake proved vain. His heavy eyelids closed, and presently he was in dreamland.
 Meantime Sergeant Wing had busted himself in many a way. First he had gone to loosen old More nos bonds-enough, at least, to relieve his pain, yet hold him secure ly. The soldier sitting drowsily on the rock beside the prisoner gladly accepted permission to put aside his earbine and go to sleep.
 "I'll watch him, Mat" said Wing. "You lie down there, Moreno, and see to it that you make no effort to slip knot while Pm at work here How far away is that ambulance now, Pattersoni" hs called to the man on lookout.
 "Halted down at the edge of the plain, sergeant. That's where they struck water first, and 1 reckon they couldn't make up their minds to come further. 1 can make out one or two of the fellows coming back far down the desert to the south. Horses played out probably" Anything 10 be seen across the valley along the trail we came9o "Nothing, sir; not puff of dust. But here's something don't un- nerstand-off here in the range south of us, well up toward the top"
 "What's thati" asked Wing, dropping the coil of lariat he held in his hand and looking quickly up
 "Well, it's more like signal smoke than anything else. Just exactly sach smoke as we have seen in the Chiricahua and Catarinas and - Well, just come up here with your field glass if you can, sergeant. l believe there's an answer to 1t way down to the southeast, t'other side of the valley.'
 In an instant Wing turned. "Sorry for you, Senor Moreno" he grimly muttered. But as only two men are with me, and both are otherwise engsged, I'll have to se- cure you temporarily. It isn't pleasant, but it serves you right"
 (To be Continued.)