Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1894-04-26


fury ago and the army Of today. just
as Feeny was resolute specimen of the
old, SO was Wing a pioneer of his class
in the new. At the moment when the
latter struck spurs to the wearied tanks
of poor Dick and called on him for one
more effort. the stalwart and handsome
sergeant sped away on the path of duty,
confident of the fact that by this time
every man in his own troop and every
soldier who knew him at all would
stake his last dollar on Bob Wings tao
king the problem before him as fear
lessly and intelligently as any veteran
in the regiment.
Having ordered the ambulance up the
gorge, he himself spurred away to gath
err in all stragglers within reach, so as
to REINFORCE the little garrison at the
caves in the event of attack from the
Apaches. To his practiced eye no YES
tige of doubt remained as to the char
acter and purpose of the signal smokes.
Not moment was to be lost. Within
that very hour perhaps unseen Indians
would come skulking, spying, "snak-
ing" upon their refuge, would be able
infallibly to determine the number and
character of its occupants, and if their
own force were considerable and that
of the garrison weak God alone could
help those innocent women.
When last noted, the westward signal
was putting slowly up into the cloudless
sky from point in the range perhaps
six miles below Patterson's station in
the rocks. The three wearied troopers.
dragging slowly back from the chase,
could be seen coming up the valley prob
ably four miles away, some distance,
therefore, ahead of the supposed position
of the foe Wing we'll knew with what
goatlike agility the mountain Indians
could speed along from rock TO rock and
still keep under cover. and every man
who had served a month in Arizona
could have predicted that if indiana in
any force were within day 5 march of
those three stragglers ambush and death
would be their fate, perhaps even when
within view of their longcd for goal.
That they had not seen the sign, that
they were ignorant of the possible pres
ence of Apaches in the range, was man
ifest simply because they rode close
along under the foot hills. often over
the bowlder strewn outskirts of the
falda and though still far from them,
such was Wing anxiety for their safe
ty that he rode furiously along, signal
ing with his left hand as though to
say: Keep out! Keep to your right!
Don't go SO close to the rocks.'
In this way, urging Dick to his speed
and never thinking of his own safety,
intent only OH saving his comrades
from possible death, believing, too,
that no Apache could yet have worked
his way 80 far mp the range. Wing was
riding, straight as the crow flies. from
the little oasis at the mouth of the
canyon toward the ambling laggards to
| the south. His course led him along
within 100 yards Of many bowlder or
"suwarrow. though his path itself was
unobstructod. The sun had one west
erIng, and he was in the sEa =. Pres
emily, however, as Dick painted painful
| ly, heavily, up very gentle slope, and
| the sergeant came upon the low crest Of
a moundlike upheaval, he saw some
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light stretching in from the glaring sea
to the east. and glancing to his right
noted that there was depression in the
range something like Il broad cleft in
the mountains, possibly pass through
to the broader desert on the other side
He gave it little thought, however
There, only mile or so away now.
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another tagging some distance behind,
riding sleepily toward him and danger
ously close to a number of sheltering
rocks. Intent only on them and still
wishing to attract their attention. he
swung his broad brimmed hat, waving
it off to the left, bnt with no apparent
result. Confound them. Wero they
sound asleep Could they never be
made to see? Poor Dick was able now
only to strike feeble canter. SO utterly
was he used up and Just when Wing.
looking only to the front, was thinking
that he might AS well discontinue the
spur and let his poor horse rest, they
labored forth from the sheltering shade
full upon the tawny, sunlit sand. Then.
while the sergeant's eyes We're tempo
rarily blinded by the glare, there came
from the rocks to his right sudden
fash and report. He felt at the same
instant a singing pang in the leg. He
had just time to grasp his own carbine
and to attempt to swing off when the
second shot echoed loudly from the
rocks. He felt poor Dick start and
swerve; he felt him going headlong, and
the next thing he knew he was vainly
striving to peer into the face of the
evening sun from over the quivering
body of his faithful friend. unable for
the moment TO see the faintest sign of
an enemy, and then the blood came
yelling through the little hole in his
worn cavalry trousers, midway between
the hip bone and the knee, and he
knew he had received serious perhaps
desperate wound
For the moment, therefore, he &.
10 nothing more but look for suct !
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