Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-06

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 And so he, too, is loosed and lifted l to his feet. Leaning on McGuffy E shoulder and supported by his arm, the pale faced stranger, preceded by Mo- reno, who goes limping and swearing sotto voce down the rocky way, is led 100 yards along the canyon where it makes a second bend. Here they can see nearly 150 yards more ahead of them, and here some loose powders are hur- riedly showed or rolled to form a rife pit, and these volunteer allies are placed in position.
 We cover the approaches above so that they can't sneak up and heave rocks down upon you. All you've got to do now is to plug every Apache that shows his nose around that bend be- | low" says Drummond. "McGuffy, you take post at the point behind. Watch the overhanging cliffs and sup l port as best you can. And Little Mack, y as the men call him, gets fur ther instructions as he takes his posi- tion, instructions which would give small comfort to Moreno could he only hear them. Then back goes the lieu tenant to where Wing is lying, Miss Harvey bending anxiously over him, her beautiful eyes filling with tears at ! sight of Drumfnond's brave but hag- | gard young face. Ruth is crohching | by her sisters side, but rises quickly as | Drummond enters, her fears lessening, her hopes gaining.
 "Any news? Anything in sight--of ours?'' is Miss Harvey eager query.
 Not yet, but they're bound to be along almost any minute now. Some | Apaches whom I could see coming across from the east have a wounded man with them. It makes me hope our | fellows have met and fought them and are following close on their trail How's Wing"
 She can only shake her head. ''He seems delirious every now and then, perhaps only because of so much mental excitement and suffering. He 1 is dozing now.'
 "Gallant fellow! What would we have done without him? I only wish we had more like him. Think how all my detachment has become scattered. If we had them here now, could push out and drive the Indians to the rocks and far beyond all possibility of annoy ing you with their racket. Of course you are safe from their missiles down | here.''
 "Yes, we are, but you and your sol diers, Mir. Drummond! Every shot made me fear you were hit" cries poor little Ruth, her eyes filling, her lips quivering. Then, just as Durm- ss, l,,1 it is an arm, too, she points up to the rock above where Walsh is evidently exercised about something. He has dropped hls gun, picked up the glasses and is gazing down the range to the south.
 Perhaps he sees some of our fellows coming for good this time. Four of them tried it awhile ago, but were prob ably attacked some miles below here and fell back on the main body. They I'll be along before great while, and won't it be glorious if they bring back the safe and all?" He says this by way of keeping up their spirits, then, once more wearily, but full of pluck and purpose, he climbs the rugged path and creeps to Walsh's side.
 Is it any of our men you see?" he whispers.
 "Divil wan, sir! It's more of thim internal Apaches.
 Drummond takes the glass and stud ies the dim and distant group with the utmost care. Apaches beyond doubt. dozen, and coming this way, and these, too. have couple of horses. Can they have overpowered his men, am- pushed and murdered them, then se- cured their mounts? Is the whole Chir- icahua tribe. re-enforced by a swarm from the Sierra Blanca. concentrating on him now? The silence about him is ominous. Not an Indian has shown him. self along the range for half an hour, and now these fellows to the east are close to the copse. In less than 20 min utes there will be five times his puny force around him. Is there no hope of rescue?
 Once more he turns to the east, across the shimmering glare of that parched and tawny plain, and strains his eyes in vain effort to catch sight of the longed for column issuing from the op- poslte valley, but it is hopeless. The hot sun beats down upon his bruised and aching head and sears his bloodshot eyes. He raises his hand in mute ap- peal to heaven, and at the instant there is flash, sharp report not 80 yards away, an angry spat as the leaden mis- sile strikes the shelving top of his para pet and goes humming across the gorge, a stifled shriek from Ruth looking fear fully up from below, an Irish oath from Walsh as he whirls about to answer the shot, and Drummond can barely repress 9 little gasp.
 Narrow squeak that, Walshi That devil has crawled close up on us. Can you see him?''
 "Begad, sir, can sec nothing at all but rocks, rocks, rocks. How can a man fight anyway ag'in human beings that crawl like snakes ?''
 Zip! Another shot, close at hand too, and from another unseen foe. Tho first came from somewhere among the bowl ders down to the southeast, and this second whizzed from across the canyon. A little puff of blue smoke is floating up from among the rocks 50 yards or so to the north of the marrow slit. Crouching lower, Drummond calls across to COstigan, posted as the eastern most of the two men on the opposite side:
 That fellow is nearest you, corporal. Can you see nothing of him?"
 Nothing. sir; 1 was looking that way, too, when he fired. Not even the muzzle of his gun showed. This is serious business. If one h. dian or two can find it so easy to creep around them, and armed only with their ! muzzle loading guns send frequent shots that reach the besieged "in re- verse, " what can be hoped when the whole band gathers and every rock on every side shelters a hostile Apache? :? From the first Drummond has feared that however effective might be these defenses against the open attack of