The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-01-17
FOES IN
AMBUSH
BY CAPT. CHAs. KING, US. A.
Copyright, 1893, by Charles King.
Continued from last Sunday.)
CHAPTER ".


raid, tho paymastcr thought it only
right to release Moreno from the durcss
in which Sergeant Fccny had placed
him. When so old an inhabitant of Ar
izona as Mr.. Harvey gave entire ere
dencc to the report, recognized the note
as really his sons handiwork and has
tened at all speed to overtakc the pur-
suers, what room for doubt could be
left in the mind of newcomer to the
soil? 1t was time, thought Plummer,
to form All alliance, offensive and dcfcn-
sive, with the Mexican deniZens of the
ranch against the enemy common to
both. But again Feeny shook his head
In solemn protest.
Il may have been wrong us to the
Apaches, sir, but can't be mistaken
as to Moreno. He's in the pay of the
Morales brothers, even if not an active
member of the gang. He is lurking in
there now, III warrant you, with two
or three of them in hiding, waiting for
the coming of the main body. They'd
"a been here before this perhaps if it
hadn't been for the Apache story.
They're more afraid of one of Cochise's
band than of all the sheritfs from Tue
son to Tacoma. l wish the rest of Har
vey's people would get here" he con-
tinued, looking longingly out into the
darkness. UNLESS they are of better
stuff than most of these mule whackers
In the territory, you won't catch them
hustling out alone trying to find their
master this night. And yet what use
would they be to us!'
Plumlner turned anxiously away and
gave himself up to thought Nothing
but faint glimner now remained of
the beacon light. All was still as the
grave about the lonely ranch. Walking
over to the eastward door, he entered
the dark room and was instantly hailed
by the voice of his clerk
You're there, are you, Dawes?" he
asked. mot getting sleepy, l hope"
Not whit, major. Icouldn't, even
If hadn slept most of the day. I'm
sitting here on the safe with a Colts six
shooter in each hand If old Morcno's
door cracks, by CAD III let drive
Well, that's all right, but suppose
they come around through the CORA.
to this door,"
I'm ready. came within an ace
of blazing away at You, but happened
to recognize your figure and step jrst
In the nick Of time.
A low whistle without broke up tho
colloquy. Plummer waddled off in
the direction of the sound
What is it, sergcant?''
They're coming. sir. Harvevs
men, I mean. Will you deliver his
message?''
"Just as you say Why shouldn't
you?''
It'll have SO much moro effect from
your lips. major. They may misdoubt
me-.
Far out Oh the trail the quick trin
ping hoofs of mules could now be
heard. Presently horseman shot up
out of the gloom.
Halt there!' sang ont Feeny.
Whose party's this!"
"Harvey's, Tucson Looking for
Moreno's. Are we near:"
You're there now, but You can't
stop. Mr.. Harvey wants Won to como
right along after him. He has taken
the trail To thc Christobal, where the
Indians have carried off his daughters. -
Tho man fairly rcclcd in his saddle,
shocked at the dreadful tidnys.
When? How did it happen? Who's
gone with him.
"Some time this morning, from all
we can learn. Two squads OF cavalry
are on the trail, one with Ned Harvey,
the other just out from here mt dark.
The old man and George followed them
as soon rs they got in. Who's with
you!"
1.-TWO Mcxicans, that's all. They're
no account. ia best leave them here
with the mules. They re Just behind
and have been scared to death already"
And so i'll 10 minutes two more of
the low caste half breed Mexicans were
added to the paynastcrs garrison, and
sergeant Fccny's brief exposition of
the situation at the ranch only DELAYED
the incoming American long enough to
water his horse and stow Il little grain
in Il sack
II wouldn't wonder a ID bit
if the Morales gang were around here. -
was his disseminating assurance None
OF EN- have been seen about Tucson for
a week before we left Wish | could
stay and stand by you, but my first duty
is with Mr.. Harvey. I've been in his
employ nigh onto eight years"
What sort of looking man is Ned
Harvey" persisted the sergeant still
hopeful Of some fraud.
Tall, dark, smooth face-looks like
Spaniard, almost. never saw any
body who resembled him hereabouts.
I'm afraid it's no plant. l don't want
TO offend Won SprUaant bJ1t I witch {<,
God it was all the Morales gangs do
ings and that it was only your money
they were after If it's Apaches, and