St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-02-05

they fire the hut, so as to allow OF help
coming? 1t is doubtful, but we can
only NV. We are fin Gods hands. sir"
Peter pulled away half-rotten slab
from beneath his bunk, thus making a
hole sufficiently large for BOuncer to
creep through He then fastened the
letter securely to his collar. the noble
animal giving now and then sup
pressed whine and trembling from head
TO foot with anxiety.
Now 70. good dog" he whispered;
and squeezing him through the mole
Bouncer sped away OH noiseless feety
We listened intently for a few MIL
utes; oh, how we listened. our faces
blanched and our limbs trembling. Had
Bouncer escaped on his weighty errand
without being discovered: "A sudden
wild jabbering rose on the night all, a
rush OF many feet ana the next instant
we detected a yelp OF pain. s
They have surely speared htHA"
whispered Mr.. Ashby.
But Long Peter turned on him ALMOST
in anger. mo, no. Sir" he said, "hesis
just scratched. He'll do it yet. l kHow
he wilf." -
"He must be quick. them" replied
the master, '.for those cursed sayages
have struck light somehow: they
mean to burn us outlook"
Our eyes were now intensely watch
ing from the loopholes the movements
of the black fellows, and we had not
brand whzZing through the air and
falling upon The strih'gy bark roof above
our heads.
Another and another Immediately fol-
lowed, still it did not seem to us that
aDV of them had taken effect
Garry up a bucket of water through
the trap door AND. pour it upon the
roof" whispered vile master to me;
"but take care of yourself; don't let
them see YOU"
did as | was directed, and thoroughly
drenched the roof, but while thus ell
gagged | heard shout from below. 1t
was Mr.. Ashby's voice.
Come down, Jem; come Quickly."
he cried. and ratified down the ladder
with sinking heart.
Long Peter lay on the floor of the hut,
white and gasping; spear had entered
one of the loopholes and pinned him
through the thigh. In response to my
d sitting position.
Never mind me, Jem," he said;
light it out TO the last. Take my gun;
there is one charge in it yet; but first
drag me into that corner"
l obeyed in silence, handed him
pannikin of cold tea and then took my
place by MI. Ashby's side.
Look out" he whispered Il mean
to fire at their ringleader-that man
with a blazing log in his hand i fear he
has already fired the root. | hear it
cracking, but it scarcely matters now.
the end is not far of. We are doomed"
AS he spoke these departing words
Mr. Ashby fired, the bullet bringing
down the man aimed at, who, with a
wild screeeh, fell to the ground.
There was pause of CONSERVATION
after this, and hurried talk among the
SayageS outside; then. with wild ytllS,
the whole force OF tile beSlegerS rushed
Oh our little garrison.
A moments surging around the door,
then it gave way with crash; Mr.. Ash
by'S gun swung on the crowd of savages
with terrific force, telling two of them
like oxen.
can scarcely describe what followed.
Dimly | seemed to hear loud hurrali
from the outside, followed by the crack
OF rifles: then every sound died away
into utter silence. ''"
We'll I'declare, you have had bit of
scrimmage. and here's poor Jem about
done for" -
1t was the voice of Jerry. dragging
away the dead body of my assaifant
from off my chest.
mo, | am not dead" said, feebly
enough; not even wounded. thong II
halt-choked with blood that is not~my
own. Where is the master? And. oh,
go and look after Long Peter! He is
terribly hurt, l know.p q
rho other phnnS attpn6ip-6 t0'
him." said jerry, land as for the master,
he says he is all right, and won't own to
a single scratchx he is game one,>he.
is. Well have you all carried to the
home station afore breakfast;t time, see if
we don't. - ii,
But you should have seen that dor.
of Peters. Why, mis- feet was all skinned
and raw, and he had an ugly spear
wound in his shoulder, so that the letter
was covered with blood. We could
scarcely make it out; but we guessed
quick enough that there was something
amiSs, and came away at once. We
were Justin time, Jem, my boy"
'.Didn't tell We Bouncer would do it?"
cried Long Peter, in rather a weak and
qniyering voice; Poor old chap" he
added tenderly, as the faithful brute
limped across the hut at the sound of
the shepherds voice and crept close to
his side. ''Y GU and me will never pant,
B0uncer, never, as long as we live"
And they never did till seven years
later when, i'll extreme old age, Bouncer
died and was buried in grave dug for
him by Leng Peter himself