The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1894-04-19
COPYRIGHT, 1893 BY CHARLES KING.

S'1s AOOOOt Al1V\Lt) NjNV.
unharmed the cleft in which some rude
steps have been hacked and goes, half
sliding, half scraping, down into the
cooler depths below.
Mother Of Moses!' he groans, 'but
We'll never get the lieut. 'nant out alive
Shure they all around him now.''
Then bounding down the gorge he
finds McGutfy kneeling at the point.
They're coming, Barney" whispers
the boy, all eager and tremulous with
excitement. and pointing down between
the vertical walls. ''Look!" he says.
Gazing ahead to the next bend, Cos
tigan can see Moreno and his Yankee
conpadre crouching behind their shell
ter, their carbines leveled, their atti-
tude betokening intense excitement
and suspense 1t is evident the enemy
are within view.
"I'll have one shot at 'eln, bedad,
to pay for the dozen their brother
blackguards let drive at me-" mutters
Costigan. Come on, you; it's but a
step.'' And, forgetful for the moment
Of his orders in his eagerness for fight,
the lrishman runs down the canyon,
leaps the swirling brook just as he
reaches the point, and obedient to the
warning hand held out by their bandit
ally drops on his knees at the bend,
McGuffy close at his heels. Off go
their hats. Those broad brims would
catch an Indian eyeeven in that gloom.
''How many are there coming?" he
whispers.
Moreno puts his finger on his lips,
then throws out his hand, four fingers
extended
lone apiece then, be jabers! Now,
Little Mac, you're to take the second
from the right-their right, l mean
and don't you miss him, or I'll break
every bone in your skim
''Hist!''
Down they go upon their faces, then,
Indianlike, they crawl a few feet far
ther where there is a little ledge. The
canyon widens below; the light is
stronger there, and bending. double,
throwing quick glances at one another,
then from sheer force of Indian habit
shading their eyes with their brown
hands as they peer to the front; exchang-
ing noiseless signals, creeping like cats
from rock to rock, leaping without
faintest sound Of the lnoccasined foot
across the bubbling waters, four swar-
thy scamps are coming stealthily on.
Two others are just appearing around
the next bend beyond.
Ready, boys? They're near enough
now. Cover the two leaders! Drop
the first two anyhow!''
Breathless silence, humping hearts
one instant longer, then the chasm bel,
lows with the loud reports. The four
guns are fired almost as one. One half
naked wretch leaps high in air and
falls, face downward, dead as a nail.
Another whirls about, bounds few
yards along the brookside, and then goes;
splashing into a shallow pool, wherel
he lies writhing. The two farthest
down the canyon have slipped back be-
hind the rocky shoulder. The other
two, close at hand, have rolled behind
the nearest shelter and thence send
harmless bullets whizzing overhead.
Costigan lets drive wild Irish yell Of
triumph and delight.
Nov, then, run for it, boy. Well
done, you two, if ye are blackguards,
he calls to Moreno and his mate.
"They won't disturb ye again for 10
minutes anyhow. Hold your post,
though, till we call you back. We're
going to block the mouth of the cave. -
Twenty minutes later, and working.
like beavers Costigan and his two men
have lugged rocks, logs, bales of blank
cts, everything, anything that can stop
a bullet, and the entrance to the cave
is being stoutly barricaded. Patter-
son, who was sorely exposed at his post
and ordered down by Lieutenant Drum
mond, is aiding in the work. Wing
has been carefully borne into the back
cave, whittier, too, the wailing, quak-
ing Moreno women are herded and bid
den to hold their peace. There, too,
Fanny and Ruth, silent, pallid perhaps,
but making no moan, are now kneeling
by their patient. Costigan runs in with
two buckets he has filled with water
and Little Mac" follows with half a
dozen dripping canteens. More rocks
are being lifted on the barricade, con-
venient apertures being left through
which to fire, and Costigan, feverishly
eager, is making every exertion. for
any minute may be the last with those
plucky fellows battling there aloft.
The air rings with the shots of the en-
circling Apaches and with the loud re.
port of the cavalry carbine answering
the hidden foe. Twice has Ccstigan
implored the lieutenant to come down
anyhow, so long as his crippled condi-
tion prevents his firing a gun, but Drum
mond pokes his bandaged head one in
slant over the edge to shout something
to the effect that he is ION deck, until
he has seen the last man down. and Cos
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