Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1894-05-10

Now, lads, give 'em two or three
shots apiece to make them hug their
cover, Then down for the caves, every
man of you," is the order.
For a moment the Indian fire is ST.
fenced in the rapid fusillade that fol-
lows. Sharp and quick the carbines are
barking their challenge, and whenever
puff of powder smoke has marked the
probable lurking place of an Apache,
thither hiss the searching bullets warn
ing him to keep down. Then Costigan
comes climbing to the lookout.
Let us help you, lieut. nant Now's
your time, sir, while they're firing"
But Drummond shakes his head. He
wants TO be the last man down,
Don't hang on here, sir. Come
now. Sure the others can get down from
where they are easy enough, but you
can't except when they re firing Please
come, sir, " and Costigan in his eager
hess scrambles to tho lieutenant s side
and lays broad, red hand on his shout
der. The men have fired more than
the designated number of shots and
now are looking anxiously toward their
commander. They do not wish to move
until he does.
Give 'em another whack all around,
fellers," shouts Costigan, while |
help the lieut. nant down" and so, with
"A laugh, Drummond gives it up, and aft
or one last wistful glance out over the
desert, turns to pick up the binocular
when it is struck. smashed. and sent
Gathering down into the canyon by
shot fired not 20 yards away.
Fur God sake, come quick, sir"
gasps Costigan. Then, desperate at his
loved young leaders, delay, the Irish
man throws brawny arm about him
and fairly drags him to the end of the
steep. Then down they go, Costigan
leading and holding up one hand to sus-
tain Drummond in case of accident.
Down, hand under hand, to the accom-
paniment of cracking rifles and an
swering carhires. while every other sec
ond the bulls come "spat' upon the
rocky sides, close and closer, until, al
most breathless, COstigan reaches the
solid bottom OF the gorge and swings
Drummond to his feet beside MIN. See
ing their leader safely down, the men,
with one defiant shot and cheer. sCurry
to the edge Of the canyon and come
slipping and sliding to join their COM
rades. At the mouth of the cave Cos
tigan strives TO push DrunmOnd in
through the narrow aperture left for
their admission. but miscalculates his
commander S idea of the proprieties
Like gallant Craven at Mobile Bay
Drummond will seek no safety until his
men are cared for. after YOU, pilot. y
the chivalric sailors last word as the
green waters engulfed mis- sinking ship,
finds its cavalry echo in Drummond $
"A fter you, corporal" in this faraway
canyon in desert Arizona. The men
have scrambled through the gap, then
| Costigan, with reluctant backward
glance, is hurried in just as a flash of
fame and smoke leaps downward from
the crest and the foremost Apache sends
a hurried, i'll aimed shot at the last
man left. Before another shot can fol-
low, Drmmmond S arm is seized by mus
cular hands, and he is dragged within
/ tho gap. Two or three huge stones are
rolled into place, and in an instant
through the ragged loopholes the black
,n,,,gios of ME dolen c.r}ines ara
tbr,stino ard Co.t;gon shouts avnlt-
! ;noly Now vo,, hlocly legged bIacl-
,,1,ards coma ~, if va d.ra,;,
Rnt no Anache is fool enougb 20 at
tocl- - stro1a ros;t;o, Kao,,ir,r wal,
nmdor cover +be Tnd;ars soon line the
crn.t and hogip sandino down a roir
Of bo+tar ain,eJ h,,IIats ~ +bo ionnhnIns
and everv m;nuta +ha rattenea Iead
nnn,os y;rn;n,, tbro,ah Una of +he,o
foa'f,,1 ,i,iasiIas taars i+s ,rov tb,orob
Cost;ran's sleeve md str;Lira noor
o,d Worano ~ Tho crnin s,retrLos him
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