The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-09-09

and presently as Randall refined in and
threw himself from the saddle the par
ty gathered in silence around him.
It's quite a climb from here," he
said. "Will you come, father-and
Kelly? The rest had better stay"
A trooper took their reins. Silently
the boy led on, bending low and search
ing the foot trail. In a minute they
were climbing some steep ascent,
reached the little ledge of rock and
stopped to breathe. Down in the
depths of the cave a trooper struck a
match to light his pipe and the stern
voice of Sergeant Charlton reproved
him with Don't you know that if
there are Indians about that's a sure
way of telling them where to fire?''
1--WE got to light a match in a min
ute, father said Randall, but it will
be so far in the cliff it won't be seen
above Then once again he pushed
on. still climbing some old game trail.
About 200 feet above the bottom he
stopped, his heart beating hard. I'm
going to give our signal he whispered.
Its one we had when we played
scout"
A moment of silence and then, in low,
mellow whistle, two notes, not unlike
the Bob White pipe of our quail, were
the troopers far below and the little
party on the hillside waited the result.
1.-The boys right" muttered old Kelly
to himself. eff Icons in hiding from
lApaches anywhere here he'll welcome
THAT call" No answer came, and once
again, a little louder, Randall piped
anew. Still. no result, and with a sob
in his voice the boy turned.
It'll not give up till I've searched
L sl,rf ha'6 10 Wa q
swered if he'd heard" and so once more
lied on. Presently they came to a deep
cleft in a bold outcropping of rock, and
Into this cautiously Randall turned.
Keep a few yards behind me" he
whispered I've got to light my
match"
| One moment, and with snap and
flare the blue flame of the lucifer
| flashed upon their sight, slowly turned
| to a yellow red, and was lifted toward
dark aperture in the rock. One in
slant of hesitation, of doubt and bitter
disappointment, and the boy passed
lstealthily in. Then something seemed
| to stir far back in the dark. There
was a sudden start-a stif1ed gasp.
Then the simultaneous cries, Leon!
Randyv' and in confusion of sound,
of scrambling and hugging, and some
| thing suspiciously like sobbing and
laughter intermingled, the match went
out.
When, after a moments lull, old
Kelly struck light and peered with
moistened eyes, the boys were ap-
lparently doing a bear dance together,
and a bear dance consists in hugging
ones partner tight as tight can" and
hopping up and down, around and
| the heights in a jubilant shout and was
answered by a soldier cheer, ''MacNutt
is found-all rightp'
| What a story he had to tell when
late that night they sat about the
campfire! Riding back from the new
post his pony had SHE'D in an arroyo
some two miles from the Sandy, and
he had lost his hat in the dark. Then,
while hunting for it, the pony took a
notion to wander, and was presently
| lost to view. Dismayed, Leon searched
over the fats but to no purpose. Not
until the dawn was breaking did he
come upon him again, close to Signal
Butte, quietly grazing, and then, all on
a sudden, he heard the firing at Kelly's,
lowy forms fitted between him and the
distant guard lights at the post, and
| be realized that the Apaches were in
the valley. Leaving his pony to his
own devices, Leon climbed the rocky
height, and taking no thought of his
own danger, fired the beacon. Then
hurrying down in hopes of escape, dis
covered several Indians rushing for the
butte, saw that his retreat to the post
was cut off, and made all speed for the
canyon, thinking to hide in safety there
until the coast was clear; but they fol-
flowed, or at least he thought it was
they. He heard the shouts and hoof
beats at the entrance. Terror lent him
wings and he ran like a deer up the
lgorge. Walking and running, an
hours flight brought him almost ex-
hausted to their cave of refuge. Here
he clambered to the cave, and there lay
for hours, listening later to the shouts
land sound of battle. never daring to
|creep forth, even when nightfall came
land. after long hours of vigil, worn out
Ihe fell asleep, only to awake in Ran
|dalrs arms
Leaving the boys to the care of his
friends at the post, Major Cullen, with
three troops of his new regiment,
chased the scattering Apaches cut of
the Tonic Basin without further loss
to settlers or soldier. They had had
their dance and had sense enough to
know when to quit.
Old Fort Retribution is only a MEM