The Russellville Democrat., 1893-06-22

the men and send one back to hurry
up the rest. Where have they gomez
What have they done with their
captiyesf'
sGod knows / could hear them
screaming and praying--;hose poor
girls Mulian and the pay clerk
picked up Feeny alter be was stunned,
and they rushed him back through
here, where the paymaster
had dragged himself to where you
found him. That-that's the pay
master you We got there. Then they
tried to save drunken soldier, while
all the gang seemed crowding after
the safe and the girls, but they we're
shot down inside, and must have
burned to death if they wasn't killed.
Ga, what a night" And weak,
unstrung, unnamed, the poor fellow
sobbed aloud.
At this instant there rode into the
corral couple Of troopers.
"I4ieut. Drummond hereip cried
one Of them. "We've found man
out on the plain to the southeast,
gagged and bound. Shall we fetch
him inf"
"You &C, Qninn, but get some
one else to help you. Patterson,
your horse is fresh; gallop back on
the trail. Tell Sergeant Meinecke
to come ahead for all he's worth.
Let the packs take care of them.
selves. Send Sergeant Lee in here
to me again. Then with trembling
hands the young officer turned his
attention to his other patients.
Severing the cords with his hunting
knife, he freed them from their
bonds, then dashing water over their
scorched and blackened faces, mean
time keeping up running fire OF
questions. Between his sobs, the
young civilian told him that the out
laws had hitched IL both teams and
taken also the spare mules and the
buck board. The had lifted the
Harvey girls-into the CorcoId, the
safe and Pasqual Morales into the
paymaster's ambulance, while the
wounded men and Moreno's people
were probably put on the open
wagon. Then they had all driven
furiousl5 away to the south, leaving
only two or three men to complete
the work at the ranch. Finding
the paymaster and sergeant we'll
nigh dead, they had contented them
selves with binding and leaving them
to their fate, to be cremated when
the roof of the shed came down.
Then one of the gang whom he had
once befriended in Tucson pleaded
with his fellows to spare the life of
the only one of the party left to tell
the tale Pasqual and the Mexicans
were gone. Those who remained
were Americans, judging by their
speech, though two of them were
still masked. My name is Woods, y
said the poor fellow. "But that
bandit had to beg hard. They were
ready to murder anybody connected
with the defense, for Ramon was
killed and Pasqual shot through the
leg. | did that, though they didn't
know it. They bound and left me
here, but made me swear | would
tell Harvey and his friends when
they got back that it was no use fol-
lowing; they had thirty armed men
and three hours start. They never
thought. of any else getting here
first. Oh, Heavens! who can break
it to Mr. Harvey when he does
comet"
And then Sergeant Lee came
hurrying back, one or two men with
him, and together they labored to
restore to consciousness the pay
master, breathing feebly, and old
Feeny, bleeding from cash in the
back Of the skull and bullet hole
through the body. For nearly a
quarter of an hour their efforts were
vain. Meantime Drummond, we'll
nigh mad over the delay, was pacing
about like Gagged tiger. He set
two Of the men to work to hitch the
bewildered little burros to the well
wheel and get up several huge
bucketfuls of water against the
coming of the troop. He ordered
others to rub down his handsome
sorrel, Chester, and the mounts oe
two of the advanced party. AT last,
after what must have seemed au
age, yet could not have been over
thirty minutes from the time of
their arrival. a soldier running in
said he could hear hoofs out on the
plain, and at the same instant two
men appeared Juggling between them,
bleeding and senseless, the ragged
form of Edward Harvey.
no be Continued
In the Yellowstone Park.