The Arizona sentinel., 1894-04-28

! "C1Ib GO GuC WC4I anu p0ClCo ONOI ] the edge and listened for sound of life, but all was still, so they started off in southeasterly direction across the painless desert toward Salt river, distance of 95 miles, with water in the Hassayampa river, half way down.
 But let us see what happened to Dave King, down in the we'll. Dave heard the report of the mus ket, and looked upward saw the body of Dan come swinging down to destroy him. A man thinks quickly in such a situation, and Dave, standing as erect as possible, squeezed his body, which, just at that time, seemed bigger than he had any use for, face foremost into the corner. Luckily they were sinking square shaft. The we'll was 125 feet in depth, and Dams body YVES only a few seconds in fall Ing, yet to Dave It seemed an hour, till, with tremendous thud, 1t struck the bottom. Even then Dave did not move, except to turn his face upward so as to see the daylight above, for he dreaded what was coming next. ''It was nothing strang," he thought; "the only strang thing is that men will go on trusting themselves to Mex jeans, when they know perfectly that no one is over safe when his back is turned to one of. them"
 In this strained position he waited and soon seen the two de- wills peering over the edge and list ening, but they could not see him, nor could they hear him, for Dave was holding his breath and all was quiet. Even when they had re- moved their ugly faces from the mouth of the shaft, he was afraid to move, for fear they might return; whether he was to be killed by them or not, he gave himself up for lost. He expected noting else but to perlsh slowly, in agony for want of water. He knew that there was not one chance in a thousand that anybody would pass by the well, for it was quarter of mile from the road and there was very little travel. He waited two hours or more, hoping against hope, for deliyerancej and already, so cruel is the imagination, he was suffering dreadfully from thirst. The body of poor Dan lying there so still, the head mashed into an unrecognizable mass, was not pleasant company; but his own throughts were worse company still. He almost envied Dan for being over all his troubles, and was half wishing that the Mexicans would come back and finish him, when a wonderful piece of good fortune happened.
 ALMOST A MIRACLE.
 Johnny Duff, the mail rider, had started out that morning on his weekly ride from Wickenburg to La Paz. At 2:30 o'clock he was passing along the road in sight of Kings camp-there were no trees there-nothing but bristling cactus and tow greasewood-and he said to himself, II don't see either of the boys around. 1 wonder if they've left. Guess I'll ride over and see. On reaching the camp he left his horse and walked over to the we'll. Peering over the edge into the semi-darkness, he shouted, Hello! down there" /" Dave saw the mans head project ing over the edge and shuddered, thinking the Mexicans had return ed; but the next instant he recog- nized Johnny's voice and called out, "Is that you, Johnny? For Gods sake haul me out! There's dead man here with me-" No sooner said than done. Poor Dave looks again with joy on the sun shine, and 1t seems sweeter to him than ever before; and presently Johnny Duff jumps on his horse and goes on his way toward the Colorado, while Dave starts out on foot for Wickenburg, 35 miles away in the opposite direction. It was a long weary walk without water, but, but it seems triAe to a man