The Russellville Democrat., 1893-05-04
Tha lIantanant looked long anain.


 tently out over the dreary flats be- vond tue foothills. Like the bottom of some prehistoric lake, long since sucked dry by the action of the sun, the parchea earth stretched away in mile after mile of monotonous, lile- ridden desert-a Sahara without sign of an oasis, sandy barren stunned even by scorpion and centipede. Al ready the glow was dying from the western sky. The red rim of the distant range was purpling. The golden gieam that flashed from rock 10 rock as the sun went down mad vanished from all but the loftiest summits, and deep dark shadows were creeping slowly out across the plain. Over the great expanse not so much as the faintest spark could be seen. Aloft, the greater stars were beginning to peep through the veil of pallid blue, while over the distant pass the suns fair handmaiden and train bearer, with slow, stately mien, was sinking in the wake of her lord, as though following him to his rest. i Not a breath of air was astir. The night came on still as the realms of solitude. Only the low chatter of | the men, the occasional stamp Of iron-shod hoof, or the munching jaws of the tired steeds broke in upon the perfect silence. From their covert in the westward slope of the | Christobal the two sentries of the | little command looked out upon a lifeless world. Beneath them, whif- 6ng their pipes after their frugal supper, the troopers were chatting in low tone, some of them already spreading their blankets among the shelving rocks. The embers from the cook fire glowed a deeper red as the darkness gathered in the pass. and every man seemed to start as though stung with sudden spur when sharp, quick and imperative there came the cry from the lips of the farther sentry:
 "Fire, sir, out 10 the west '" In an instant Lieut.. Drummond had leaped down the rocky canon 1 and, field glass in hand, was standing Ly the sentry's side. No need to question "Where awayin Far out across the inter vening plain column of flame was darting upward, gaining force and volume with every moment. The lieutenant never even paused to raise the glass to his eyes. No magnify 1 ing power was needed to see the distant pyre; 10 prolonged search to tell him what was meant. The troopers who had sprung to their feet and were already eagerly follow ing turned short in their tracks at his first word.
 Saddle up, men. It's the bea- con at Signal Peak. !"
 Then came scene of hustle. No words were spoken; no further orders given. With the skill of long practice the men gathered their few belongings, shook out the dingy horse blankets, and then, carefully I folding, laid them creaseless back to the gaunt withers of their faithful mounts. The worn old saddles aere deftly set, the crude buckles of 5he old days, long since replaced by ,incha loop, snapped into place; lariafs coiled and swung from the castle rings; dusty old bits and brides adjusted; then came the slipping into carbine sings and thimble belts, the quick lacing of Indian moccasin or canvas logging, the filling of canteens in the tepid tanks below, while all the time the cooks and packers were flying about gathering up the pots and pans and storing rations, bags, and blankets on the roomy apparejos. Drummond was in the act of swinging into saddle when his sergeant hastened up.
 "Beg pardon, lieutenant, but shall leave a small guard with the pack train or can they come right alongf"
 'They'll go with us, of course. We can't leave them here. We must head for Ceralvo's at once. How could those Indians have got over that way'"
 "It is beyond me to say, sir. l didn't know they ever went west of Santa Maria.
 "I can hardly belisve it now, but there's no doubting that signal; 1t is to call us thither at all speed wherever we may be, and means only one thing-'Apaches here.' Sergeant Wing is not the man to get stampeded. Can they have jumped the stage, do you think, or attacked some of Ceralvo's peoplef"
 'Lord knows, sir. i don't see how they could have swung around there; there's nothing to tempt them along that range until they got to the pass itself They must have come around south of Moreno's."
 ''I think not, sergeant. "
 The words were spoken in n very quiet voice. Drummond turned in surprise, his foot in the stirrup, and looked at the speaker, keen-eyed trooper of middle age, whose hair was already sprinkled with gray.
 "Why not, BlandP
 Because we have been along the range for nearly fifty miles below here, sir, and haven crossed sign, and because 1 understand now what 1 couldn't account for at 2 O clock