The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-07-22

pistol belt "ApacheS won't attack
| the post-even the remains of one-at
night. But I wish old Kelly and his
girls were nearer the guard. l don't
like their being SO far from help and
so close to those overhanging cliffs.
Now don't borrow trouble tonight,
dear" he concluded, taking his de-
voted wife in his arms and kissing
away the trimming tears. you and
Nell must be brave. These beggarly
know how to fight them, and are SIM
ply starting in for little fun. I'm
only too glad of chance to deal them
a lesson-so is G troop
Ten minutes later, in perfect silence,
a double file of horsemen rode brisl1ly
away into the darkness to the north,
Foster leading, every trooper armed
with carbine and revolver. The night
was breathlesS. Not a puff of breeze
stirred the pines along the mountain
side or ruff1ed the foliage of the willows
at the springs. For two miles the road
| lay through open country, dipping from
| the plateau on which stood the new post
into g, mile wide depression, then wind
| ing up the gradual ascent among the
! foothills of the range. Somewhere
along that ascent the firing had been
seen and heard. Hennicke's story had
already been corroborated. Two quar-
smoke outside the adobe walls of the
new corral, had seen and heard just
what he did, and Major Thornton was
already in possession of their Story. So,
too, had the sentry on No. heard
what sounded like distant shots, but
had seen nothing. Now, as Foster and
| his fifty horsemen disappeared in the
night, the major stood at the edge OF
! the bluff looking out to the north, with
o.. n
Raymond and Turner, whose companies
| had silently assembled under arms,
were waiting for orders within the
quadrangle of the garrison, as well as
| the adjutant and quartermaster ana
lieutenant or two. There was little talk
ing going on among them-all were
listening intently for sounds from the
north or of further firing. One or two
of the Santa Anita prospectors mad
mounted and gone out after roster, put
the mass of the refugees
still clustered along the bluff,
chattering in low, eager tones. IL
any one voice was especially prominent
it was Muncey's, and, like most men
given to chatter, he found only an I'M
patient audience. 81 tell you, SAID ne
for the third time, there can't be less
than a hundred OF them Ionpos oIe
there now. They just want single
troop. or even two to come and tackle
'en in the dark" And now he had
raised his voice still higher and was
talking for the benefit Of the major,
who had been persistent IN aVoIdlng
him and had twice pointedly begged
him not to intrude upon the council OF
the officers. They've just hneo the
rocks and the roadside out there, and
are simply laying for a chace to am
bush the whole crowd. What I'd a
done would be to send 200 men out de
ployed sas slzirmishers and swept the
| hull bottom north and west, too.
These remarks were rewarded by his
companions with a contemptuous snlH
or a nervous, half jeering litter. You
fought to have been a general, Muncey
that's what's the matter with you
There amt Apaches enough in all
! Arizona. to dare a fight in the open,
| day or night, with fifty white men,
soldiers or cts No Apache plans a
fight that's going to get him liable to
| be shot The kind of fighting he likes
is from behind rocks and trees, ana
there amt rocks and trees enough out
there to cover dozen of 'ern. I'm
betting the firing was done by some
marty as badly scared as you We're
| Wis day morning I'm betting they
Just thought some skulking lynx was
| an Apache and let drive a volley into
the dark The sentry says the shots
were I'LL UuuCIIG0. IOo hl1ON eNAAN
know the Apaches don't own a breech
lloader (this was early in the seven
ties), so most of it must have been
done by white men or greasers, like
that gang you trained with last year,
instead of herding with your own
kind
Evidently this allusion was a sting
Ter. There was a burst of laughter,
more or less jeering and unsympa-
thetic. under shower of which Muncey
turned angrily away. He went over
toward the group of officers, but at
sight of him the major lifted warn
ling hand and lowered his voice.
tsHere's that fellow Muncey again., %
said he. land I distrust him some
how" Everybody seemed to turn an
unsociable back on the newcomer,
and presently, after a moments hest
tation. he pulled his old felt hat lower
lover his eyes, thrust his hands in his
pockets and slouched away down the
slope in the direction of the corral,
within whose adobe walls the horses
and mules of the refugees were shell
tered.
CTo be continued.)