Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-11-11
CHAPTER II.

At this unexpected sound the amazed
savages yelled in chorus and attempted
to charge. Too late!
While the first wild notes Of the war
whoop still gurgled in Their throats and
ere they had made a second step the
blended reports of 10 rides rang out upon
the night, and at least half that number
of warriors fell.
The others, including several bleeding
from wounds, turned at once and with
howls of baffled rage fled toward the
canyon. Now pitch in, boys! Don't
let one of the red devils escapeP' shouted
Carson.
Our fellows responded by hearty
cheer, and creeping out under the wag-
ons dashed away in pursuit, all needless
of the outcry set up by the suddenly
awakened women.
The Apaches had already gained a
start of so yards or more, and If they bed
not been somewhat retarded by their
wounded re should hardly have come
within sure pistol shot. Even so, being
unencumbered by clothing, they ran
with astonishing swiftness, and though
three drop g our distant fire it was
not until tAr, were within 100 yards of
cover that Carson and young Austin,
running side by side in advance, came to
close quarters with them. The rest of
us were in ruck some way behind and
had now to cease firing lest we might hit
our leaders.
In the rear rank of the flying Indians
were two tall warriors, and between
them another, whose right arm, broken
by bullet, hung Imply by his side.
Carson and his comrade were on the
point of overtalzing these three when
all turned suddenly, and the two un-
wounded braves hurled their tomahawks
with so true an aim that only light
ninglike movement of their heads saved
our friends from instant death. The
desperate savages then rushed forward
with uplifted clubs. but before they
came near enough to strike both were
shot down by Kit.
Meantime Frank Austin had closed
with the third warrior, and foolishly re-
serving his fire felled him to the ground
by single blow of his fist-a well
nigh fatal mistake, for the savage re-
bounded from the earth like rubber
ball, and holding his knife in his left
hand made furious stroke at his assail-
ants throat. But Frank, keen of eye
and supple as leopard, caught the
tawny wrist half way, jerked the knife
from its owners grasp and drove it uI
to the hilt in his heart.
The main body of Indians now wheeled
about and came back on their tracks
hoping to wipe out the two foremost
pursuers before the others could come
up. Once again they were too late! We
though nearly breathless from running
reached our own men as soon as they
and fierce but short lived conflict en-
sued.
Several of us received ugly wounds
my own cheek was cut open and bears
the scar to this day-but none of MS wa:
disabled, and when the Indians finally
plunged into the canyon they numbered
only 1875 being left dead upon the
plain.
Fright smart of scrimmage, warn'1
it, cap" said John Wells, big Ken
tuckian who had fought like hero, a.
we turned toward camp.
II should say so, John, and never
saw green hands make such a good
He stopped in the middle of his sentence
for at that moment, floating down the
soft breeze, there resounded scream O
terror. then another and apother-th'