Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1894-12-27
CHAPTER I.-CoNTINUED.
Copyright, 1898. by j. B. Lippinbott c

''What is it?" he cried, running and
bending over him. ''Are you hit?
Here, let me help you, man." And
poor Schramm could only clasp his
hand about his leg and plead in English
equally broken: ''Lauf'-Roon! Herr
Lieutenant. Ach Gottl can it not
make" Then Morgan, big powerful
fellow, cut him short and swung the
little ex-Hussar on his back and plunged
ahead, needless of his captive splut-
tier and struggles. But yelling Sioux
and whistling bullets both were gain
ing. Another minute, and down went
lieutenant and man, carrier and car
ried, and this time Schramm, rolling
~Over and over, never let go Of his car
sbine, but, lying prone, leve1led it over
u little hum1nock, and sent a shot
square at the foremost Indian, tripping
his calico pony in the nick OF time.
Morgan echoed with another. Good
hoy, Schramm! Give 'em some MORE"
he cried, as the charging warriors
yveered and opened out. Then came
-other shots from the swale in rear.
Only one man held the horses now; the
others-the whole squad-were blazing
away.
Check to your game, my buclks!"
missing again. Its little but lead
you'll get out of this outfit" The In
dian bullets were biting at the turf all
around him, yet mercifully flying wild.
SSchramm, bleeding fast, was paling,
yet keeping up his fire, wondering how
1T was he could 80 rarely hit those yell
ing, painted, feathered hends darting
about them only a few hundred yards
away. Then, rising on his knees, he
shouted Prussian taunt and challenge.
Lie down, you foolr' yelled his Off
Ger, rolling over to him, and, seizing his
shoulder, Morgan forced him to earth.
Notea second too soon; an Indian had
sprung from his pony, taken deliberate
aim and sent shot that just graZed
the hand that pinned him down, and
then came thunder of hoofs far out
over the prairie and the rush of COM
-rades to the rescue, and then the Sioux,
firing to the last minute, whirled away
up the ravine, and Morgan's deer hunt
was over. That night, while Ray, with
his troop, was still out in pursuit, Nor
gan Law with a shot hole through the
left shoulder at the bivOuac fire, and
was chaffed and condOned with in
moderation over the failure of his ven
ison chase, and took it all meekly
enough. He had bagged no game, had
-we1l-nigh lost his own and other lives,
had ridden almost blindly into Indian
-ambuscade, and yet, in point of result,
.as it turned out, that was about the best
days work he mad done in all his life.
CHAPTER II.
eff ever man came INTO the cavalry
who deserved well of his country" said
his colonel, lit is Morgan" He was a
good soldier, but Il bad Manager
combination far more frequent than is
probably known. He came into the
regiment in &c, burdened with a wife
land war debt. A capital trooper. he
had won honors with the saber in the
Shenandoah: had risen to the command
of his battalion, and was urged to take
a commission in the regular army
Famous names backed his application
but he had been held to duty in Texa:
while earlier-discharged volunteer:
were picking up the plums in the
newly-authorized regiments He go
in eventually as second heutenan
where his own lieutenants had gone IL
as first. He had the brevet of n lieu
tenant colonel of volunteers and thu
rank and pay of a low-down subalterI
of regulars when he and his wife anC
q little daughter joined the regimen
in the south. When he came TO tn
frontier after five years of reconstruc
ton duty her health was impaired a