The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1894-04-19

three or four savage foes have leaped
up from behind their sheltering rocks,
and one of them pays the penalty-a
vengeful carbine from across the can
yon stretches the 1.-THE. slender, dusky
form lifeless among the rocks with the
dirty white Of his breech clout turning
crimson in the MONDAY glare. Up
from the cave, catlike, Patterson and
Little Mac" come climbing the mar
row trail. Between them they drag
Walsh's senseless body to the edge, and
then, somehow, despite kissing, spatter-
ing lead, they bear him safely down
and carry him within the cave.
Nov call in Moreno and help his
partner back" shouts Drummond, and
Costigan goes at speed to carry out the
order. A few minutes of intense ex-
element and suspense, then Moreno is
seen limping around the point. Behind
him Costigan is slowly helping their
brigand friend. A few more shots come
singing overhead. A moment more
and the watchful Indians will come
charging up the now unguarded canyon
and crown both banks.
Now, lads, give 'em two or three
shots apiece to make them hug their
cover. Then down for the caves. every
man of you, >" is the order.
For moment the Indian fire is ST.
fenced in the rapid fusillade that fol-
lows. Sharp and quick the carbines are
barking their challenge, and wherever
puff Of powder smoke has marked the
probable lurking place of an Apache,
thither hiss the searching bullets warn
ing him to keep down. Then Costigan
comes climbing to the lookout.
Let us help you, lieut. 'nant. Now's
your time, sir, while they're firing
But Drummond shakes his head. He
wants to be the last man down.
Don't hang on here, sir. Come
now. Sure the others can get down from
where they are easy enough, but you
can't except when they're firing. Please
come, sir" and Costigan in his eager
ness scrambles to the lieutenant's side
and lays broad, red hand on his shoul
der. The men have fired more than
the designated number of shots and
now are looking anxiously toward their
commander. They do not wish to move
until he does.
''Give 'em another whack all around,
fellers. shouts Costigan, while I
help the lieut'nant down. and so, with
a laugh, Drummond gives it up, and aft
er one last wistful glance out over the
desert, turns to pick up the binocular,
when it is struck, smashed, and sent
Gathering down into the canyon by g
shot fired not 20 yards away.
Fur Gods sake, come quick, sir!'
gasps Costigan. Then, desperate at his
loved young leaders, delay, the Irish.
man throws brawny arm about him
and fairly drags him to the end of the
steep. Then down they go, Costigar
leading and holding up one hand to sus.
tain Drummond in case of accident
Down, hand under hand, to the accom-
paniment of cracking rifles and an
swering carbines, while every other Sec
ond the bullets come ''spat' upon the
rocky sides, close and closer, until, al
most breathless, Costigan reaches the
eO11u UoItOu VI IAo SOTSo duu swings
Drummond to his feet beside him. See
ing their leader safely down, the men,
with one defiant shot and cheer, scurry
to the edge of the canyon and come
slipping and sliding to join their com
rades. At the mouth of the cave Cos.
tigan strives to push Drummond in
through the narrow aperture left fol-
their admission, but miscalculates his
commanders idea of the proprieties.
Like gallant Craven at Mobile Bay,
Drummond will seek no. safety until his
men are cared for. AFTER you, pilot, .
the chivalric sailors last word as thu
green waters engulfed his sinking ship
finds its cavalry echo in Drummond's
AFTER you, corporal, in this faraway
canyon in desert Arizona. The mer
have scrambled through the gap, ther
Costigan, with reluctant backward
glance, is hurried in just as flash o.
flame and smoke leaps downward from
the crest and the foremost Apache sendl
q hurried, ill aimed shot at the las
man left. Before another shot can fol
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