The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1894-06-22


"Yonder's where the ambulance can
down, SIR"
Il see, and we can't be far fro
where 1t crossed. Trot ahead and tai
look. Let Patterson go with you.
you find chance for short cuts, sis
nal"
Another half hour passed away, an
still the trail led along this strane
rock ribbed groove in the desert, til
dry bed of some long lost stream
When first met, it seemed to be cuttin
directly across their line of march, nov
1t had turned southwark, and for sew
eral miles ahead south or west of soutl
was its general course. The light wa
now broad and clear, though the su,
had not yet peeped across the noun
tain range to their left. The pace wal
rapid, Drummond frequently urging
his men to the trot or canter. Out tc
the front 400 or 500 yards, often lost to
view In the windings of the way, Ser
geant Lee with single trooper rode in
the advance, but not once had he sig
nailed a discovery worth recording.
Both wagon and hoof tracks here pur-
| sued a common road. 1t was evident
that some horsemen had found it neces-
sary to ride alongside. 1t was evident,
too, that the outlaws were travelling at
full speed, as though anxious to reach
some familiar lair before turning to face
their expected pursuers. Every one in
the gang, from Pasqual down to their
humblest packer, we'll knew that il
could not be long before cavalry in
strong force would come trotting in
chase. The squadron at Stoneman
would surely be ON the march by the
coming sunset. AS for @ troop, they
had little to fear. Pasqual laughed
with savage glee as he thought how
he had lured them in scattered detach-
ments far up to the ella or over to the
Christobal. No need to fear the coming
OF the late escort of the paymaster. By
this time those not dead, drugged or
drunk were worn out with fatigue.
Over the body of his bandit brother, the
swarthy Ramon, he had fercely rejoiced
that seven to one he had avenged his
death, and Pasqual counted on the fin.
gers OF his brown and bloody hand the
number OF the victims of the night
Donovan and his fellow trooper killed
on the open plain; the paymaster and
his clerk, Mullan and the other soldier,
dead in their tracks and burned to
ashes by this time, and, best of all,
that pig of a sergeant" as Moreno
called him, that hound and murderer,
Feeny-he who had slain Ramon
bound, gagged and left to miserable
death by torture. Indeed, as he was
Jolted along in the ambulance, groan-
ing and cursing by turns, Pasqual won
dered why he had not insisted that Har-
vey, too, should be given the coup de
grace before their start. 1t was an I'M
pardonable omission. Never mind!
There in the brand new Concord that
came Gathering along was booty that
outrivaled all. There was wealth
far exceeding the stacks of treasury
notes-old Harvey's daughters-old |
daughters. 1t was with mad, |
feverish joy that when at last the sun
came pouring in flood of light over !
the desert of the Cababi he listened to |
the report of trusted subordinate.
Il could see every mile of the road
with my glasses, captain, from the cliff
'op yonder--every mile from Moreno's
20 where we struck the canyon. There
sn't sign of dust-there isn't q sign
If pursuing party"
"Buenoi Then we rest when we
each the cave. This is even better
han l hoped"
But there were two elements in the
Captain Pasqual had failed to
consider = Lieutenant Drummond's
cout in the Christobal, Cochises' band
It Chiricahuas in the Santa Maria.
Who could have foreseen that the little
roop, finishing its duties at the north.
IN end of the range and about turning
outh to rescout the Santa Maria, had
idden out upon the plain. summoned
y the beacon at Picacho pass, and less
han two hours after their hurried start
rom the burning ruins at Morenos
we're speeding on their trail? The best
ever stolen from the paternal
overnment could not reveal to the flee
ng outlaw that, only two or three miles
ack in the dim recesses of the crooked
orge, the bluecoats were following
4 hot pursuit. Who could have dream
that a band of Apaches, cut off from
1eir native wilds by detachments from
owie, Lowell and Crittenden. and
,rced to make wide detour to the
'uthwest, had sought refuge in the
cry gorge of the Cababi whittier Pas.
ual with all speed was urging his
lenp
I'VE rest when we reach the cave.
All, even the torment of his wound
'uld not have wrung from the robber
lief this longed for order had he
reamed what was coming AT his back.
How are the girls getting on2' he
ked of his lot and wearied aid. Arc
icy tranquil now?''
They have to be, - was the grim re- !
y. THE little one dare not open her !
res, and Sanchez has his knife at the ,
der's throat.
And the sunrise had brought with it
wv inspiration-new purpose to those , !,