Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-20
A MAN OF NERVE.
Doing Easily What Would Have Been an
 ImpossIbIIity For 5oo Men.

Impossibiiity For 800 Men.
 By o'clock in the morning fully 300 Indians had gathered at the agency. Every one of them w.gs armed with rifle or revOlv sr, and many of them had both. There was no drinking and but little talking. Scar Faced Charley had escaped from the gaurd house ut the fort the night previous and souf- J:.rir protection. They were ready tu hshJ a whole regiment sooner than give him up. They expected the soldiers to rome, and they had planned how the at lack should be made,
 Scar Faced Charley, armed with a win chester, revolver and hunting knife, was the center of a group at the flourhouse. To reach him the soldiers would have to ride across the agency grounds between the lines of Indians. They would have to pass i've sheds and houses behind h the In iians could find shelter The excavation for a new storehouse would make rifle pit for 50 redskins At o'clock the agent telegraphed over to the fort:
 Don't come You couldn't take him with 500 men,"
 At 10 o'clock q single white man came up the road, with his mustang going at an easy canter. While he was yet riileshot away the Indians recognized him as Wild Bill, and there was au uneasy movement among them. Every man was watching him as he turned to the left and rode into the agency. He might have a dispatch for the agent, or he might want to make a pur- chase. When he did not draw rein at the store, the uneasiness was more marked. The Indians gathered in groups and con- versed in whispers. As the rider reached these groups he uttered brief "howdy," !" but did not check his pace. At that same easy canter and with his gaze fastened on the group nt the flourhOuse, the famous scout rode down the wide avenue and made no halt until he reached the group. He nodded to two or three Indians whom he knew, and then said to Scar Faced Charley:
 II have come after you. IL is not far, and my horse will carry double"
 There was the man who had sworn never to be taken alive; around him were 300 friends who had promised to wipe out any force sent to capture him. Instead of 200 or 800 soldiers, here was one lone man. Ev- cry one looked at him in blank amazemeut He knew why they had assembled, and yet he dared take the risks. He had knife and revolver, but he did not put hand to either
 II will not go.' replied the half breed, but there was indecision in his tones.
 II am sent for you. l shall take you dead or alive. Give up your arms and come along
 For 30 seconds every Indian seemed to
  posts. One well aimed bullet would settle the scout, but not a gun was raised to fire it. Half dozen of those stalwart men could rush him off the grounds, to return al his peril, but not a foot moved A regi- ment would have been attacked long ago A company would have been wiped out with volley. A squad would have been hacked to pieces with tomahawks and knives. But one man, and that man Wild Bill
 Scar Faced Charley looked to the right and left and half raised his rifle. Then he handed it to the man on lis right, followed by the revolver, cast his knife to he ground with curse and stepped forward and mounted behind the scout. The latter had entered the agency with smile on his face It was there as he rode up 0 the flourhouse; there as he delivered his message; there us he rode away with his prisoner behind him. Not a rifle Was discharged, Eot a shout uttered, not n word spoken as they rode away. When they were out of sight behind the ridge the Indians broke up into small groups and returned to their camps, They had been awed and overcome by a single man, but they feared that man more than a regiment of soldiers. NJ QUAD