The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-02-11

'iNii- h Ou lokc cnarSe up mere,
Cosugan; want to post II man or two
below at the lend" And down he
goes, sliding and scrambling until he
reaches tho edge of the brook. Moreno,
squatted against rock, glanccs up at
him appealingly.
Senior Tenicntc, | pray YOU loose
me and let me help. The Apache is
our common enemy lie pleads.
An idea comes TO Drumnond. Wings
carbinc can be utilized. He can post
Moreno down the gorge ut the second
bend to command that approach and
| put little McGuily. the recruit. at the
next bend to command Morcno and
send Il bullet through him if he shril or
swcrve.
Il declare l believe l will, you old
scoundrcl, = he says. Hero, McGuffy,
unite this fellow. Two got to look
around IL minute"
Into the depth of the assure where
Moreno's women are praying and rock
ing ho peers Il moment. One of tho
wounded bandits is now past praying
for. The other, painfully shot but
pluclly, bcgs TO be given chance to
fight for his life.
You are too badly hurt now. We
couldn't set you up there is tho an
swer.
We'll, then, put me OH with Moreno
wherever you 're going to assign him.
Surely if you can trust greaser you
can IL white man. I'm only fit to
hang perhaps, but d-n me if want to
lie here when there's an Indian fight
going on
And SO he, too, is loosed and lifted
ID his feet. Leaning OH McGuffy's
shoulder and supported by his arm, the
pale faced stranger, preceded by Mo-
reno, who goes limping and swearing
soto vocc down tho rocky way, is led
100 yards along the canyon where it
makes second bend. Here they can
see nearly 80 yards moro ahead of them,
and here some loose powders are hur-
riedly showed or rolled to form a rifle
pit. and these volunteer allies are placed
i'll position.
I'VE cover the approaches above so
that they can't sneak up and heave
rocks down upon you. All you've got
to do now is to plug every Apache that
shows his nCso around that bend be-
low" says Drummond. "McGutfy.
you take post at the point behind.
Watch the overhanging cliffs and sup
port as best you can And Little
Mack. y us the men call him, gets fur
ther Instructions as he takes his posi-
ton, instructions which would give
small comfort to Moreno could he ONLY
hear them. Then back goes the lieu
tenant To where Wing is lying. Miss
Harvey bending anxiously over him,
her beautiful eyes filling with tears at
sight of Drummond's brave but hag-
gard young face. Ruth is crouching
10y her sister, side, but rises quickly us
Drulnmond enters, her fears lessening,
her hopes gaining.
Any news: Anything in sight-of
ours?" is Miss Harvey's eager query.
Not yet. but they're bound to be
along almost any minute now. Some
Apaches whom l could see coming
across from the east have a wounded
man with them. 1t makes me hope our
fellows have met and fought them and
are following close on their trail.
How's Wing:'
She can only shake her head
He seems dclirious every now and
then, perhaps only because of so much
mental excitement and suffering. He
Is doing now. -
Gallant fellow. What would we
have done without him? l only wish
we had more like him. Think how all
my detachment has become scattered.
II we had them here now. could push
out and drive the Indians to the rocks
and far beyond all possibility Of annoy
ing you with their racket OF course
You are safe from their missiles down
here
Yes, we are. but you and your sol
dicrs, Mr.. Drummond Every shot
made me fear you were hit cries
poor little Ruth. her eyes filling, her
lips 1uivering. Then. Just us Durm-
mond is holding forth Il hand, perhaps
it is an arm, too, she points up TO the
rock above where Walsh is evidently
exercised about something. He has
dropped ms gum picked up tho glasses
and is gazing down the range to the
south.
Perhaps he sees somo of our fellows
coming for good this time. Four of
them tried it awhilc ago, but were prob
ably attacked some miles below here
and fell bac!; on the main body They'll
he along before great while, and
won it be glorious if they bring back
the safe and all?" He says this by
way OF keeping up their spirits, then,
once more YEARLY, but full of pluck
and purpose. he climbs the rugged path
and crecps To Walsh's side
: Is ii any of our men You see?" he
whispers.
Divil wan, sir! It's more of thin
Internal Apaches."