Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-06

be capture, with indescrib ba DIG suffering, shame and death. Fanny Harvey has behaved like heroine, as the two troop CTS remarked, and Ruth has done her best to follow her sisters lead. Yet they, too, now realize how close and stifing tho heavy atmosphere is grow ing. Is it to be the black hole of Calcutta over again? Even as he takes her hand in his Dru1nmond readse the dread in Ruth s fearless face. Even as he holds it and whispers words of hope and con- fort there is heavy, continuous, crash ing sound at the mouth of the cave, just in front of the rock barricade, and he springs back to learn the cause.
 They're heaving down logs and brushwood, sir,'' whispers Costigan. "They mean to roast us out if they can't do anything else."
 More thunder and crash; more heap ing up of resinous logs from the cliffs above them. Some of the men beg to be allowed to push out and die fighting, but Drummond sternly refuses. At the worst, ,'' he says, i've can retire in- to the back cave; we have abundant water there. The air will last several hours yet, and I tell you help will come--must come, before the day is much older.'
 Two o'clock Kissing flames and scorching heat block the cavern en- trance. The rocky barrier grows hotter and hotter; the air within denser and more stifing. The water in the can teens and pails is no longer cool. It is hardly even cooling. The few men who remain with Drummond in the front of the cave are lying full length upon the floor. The pain in Drum mond's battered head has become in- tense. It is almost maddening. Wing is moaning and unconscious. Walsh is incoherent and raving. All are panting and we'll nigh exhausted. The front of the cave is like an oven. Overcome by the heat, one or two of the men are edging toward the inner cave, but Drummond orders them back. To the very last the lives of those fair girls must be protected and cherished. In silence, almost in desperation, the men obey and lie down again, face down. ward, their heads at the rear wall of the cave.
 And then Costlgan comes crawling to the lieutenant S side:
 "Havo you heard any more logs thrown down lately. sir?"
 "No, corporal. have heard noth ing"
 "They were yellin and shootin out there in the gulch half an hour ago. Have ye heard no more of 1t, sir?"
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 "Glory be to God, thinl Dye know wat hit names, sir!'
 1T know what I hope," is Drum mond's faint answer. Our fellows are close at hand, for the Indians are clear ing out
 ''Close at hand, is it ?'' cries Costi- gan, in wild excitement, leaping to his feet Listen, sir Listen, all of yes! Dye hear that and that? And there now! Oh, Holy Mother of God! isn't that music? Thim 8 the trumpets of K throop!"
 Aye. Out along the crests of the winding canyon the rifles are ringing again. The cheers of troopers, bound ing like goats up the rocky sides, are answered by chatter of hoof and snort of excited steeds in the rocky depths below. Here we are, lads! Dis mount! Lively now!'' we'll known voice is ordering, and Costigan fairly screams in ecstasy of joy, Tear away the fire, captain, an then we'll heave over the rocks.
 Stalwart forms, brawny arms, are already at the work. The wagon tongues are prying under the heavy, hissing, sputtering logs. Daring hands scatter the embers. Buckets of water are dashed over the live coals. up wid ye now, boys!" shouts Costigan. "Heave over thim rocks!" Down with a crash goes the barricade. A cloud of steam rushes into the cave. A dozen sturdy troopers come leaping in, lifting