Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-03

slender nnRefe, yet ln~nlS WeakneSS ana exhaustion dropping slowly of to sleep.
 All efforts to keep awake proved vain,
 His heavy eyelids closed, and presently he was in dreamland.
 Meantime Sergeant Wing had busted
 himself in many way. First he had gone to loosen old Moreno's bonds enough, at least, to relieve his pain, yet hold him securely. The soldier sitting drowsily on the rock beside the prisoner 1 gladly accepted permission to put aside his carbine and go to sleep.
 "I'll watch him, Mat. said Wing. You lie down there, Moreno, and see l to it that you make no effort to slip | knot while I'm at work here. How far away is that ambulance now, Pat terson ?'' he called to the man on look | out.
 Halted down at the edge of the plain, sergeant That's where they struck water first, and reckon they | couldn't make up their minds to come | farther 1 can make out one or two | of the fellows coming lnack far down tho | desert to the south. Horses played out | probably ''
 Anything to be seen across the val ley along the trail we came?" Nothing, sir; not puff of dust. But here's something I don't under stand-off here in herange south of us well up toward the top. '' Whats that? ?'' asked Wing, drop ping the coil of lariat he held in his hand and looking quickly up. Well, it's more like signal smoke | than anything else. Just exactly such smoke as we have seen in the Chirica- hua and Catarinas and We'll, just come up here with your fieldglass, if l you can, sergeant. I believe there's an answer to it way down to the southeast -t'other side of the valley" In an instant Wing turned. Sorry for you, Senor Moreno, he grimly nut | tered. But as only two men are with me, and both are otherwise engaged, I'll have to secure you temporarily. It isn't pleasant, but it serves you right. " In vain the Mexican pleaded and pro- tested. A rawhide riata was wound and looped about him in a few scien- tific turns, and he was left reclining against the rock, conquered yet inward | ly raging, while Wing stole in to Drum mond's rude couch, slipped the field | glass from its case, then, with long | ing look into the darker depths beyond, and a moments hesitation, he stepped | to the projecting rock that seemed to divide the cave into two apartments and called in lower tone, Miss liar vey."
 Here, Mir. Wing. What is wanted?'' And at the instant, prompt, alert, even smiling, Fanny Harvey appeared before him. The pallor was gone. The | disheveled hair had been twisted into | shape. Food, rest, relief from dread and misery and that little appreciated | beautifer, fresh water, had wrought | their transformation here. Wings handsome eyes glistened as he removed his hat.
 II have to go up to that point wonder few minutes, leaving old Moreno alone, bound, to be sure, but his wife or daughter might slip out and release him. Will you have the goodness to take this and shoot him if they should make the attempt?" And he handed | her his pistol.
 "Ill see to it that no one interferes with him, MT. Wing. What has hap pened? Are the others coming?" And she took the revolver, balancing it in her accustomed and practiced hand. | The admiration deepened in Wings gaze.
 II see you handle pistol as though you had used one. You re true iron tiersman's daughter. I'll have to be away for few minutes. I'm going up l to look from our rock above there. Some of our men, they say, are in sight slowly returning, and the paymaster's ambulance is only mile away, proba- | bly waiting for the rest of the party. How is Miss Ruth?'
 Sleeping like a baby, bless her heart"
 Well, have promised MT. Drum mond that she should be his nurse. l | hope you will consent. He is sleeping too. No fever yet, am thankful to say"
 Ruth will be ready, and so will l, I to help in any way we can. But when are you to have rest, may ask? p .,
 "O-oh-by and by. Lee and the others must have theirs first. They have been in saddle much longer and farther than l. When is Miss Harvey to have her rest, may ask?' Well, 1 don't know. I'll say, perhaps by and by too. Look, that man is calling you
 Whirling about, Wing saw his senti- nel beckoning, and in a moment he went clambering up the rocky trail, active as a mountain Apache. What is it, Patterson?'' Ut is signal smoke, sir, across the valley. That ain't more than eight miles away, and down here in the range ain't more than six. What Indians could be out here, would like to know? Do they grow everywhere in this in- fernal country?"
 Wing took his glasses and long and earnestly studied the bluish white clouds rising in puffs, faint an5 barely distinguishable in the opposite heights, then fixed his gaze upon the filmy col l at the heart of the range to the south ward. His face grew graver every min ute. -
 "Stay here and watch" he said. II must go and get those other men in with the ambulance. Of course if it is Apaches, they've sighted that party and the few men struggling back, and those signals mean, close in on them. | I'll send the team right in and then ride and hurry the other fellows out" The sun was retiring behind the Cababi range as Wing went leaping | down the trail.
 Sorry for you, Dick, old boy" he said to his horse, who was drowsing in 1 the shade 'sMore work for us both | now"
 Never stopping to saddle, he leaped upon the bare, brown back and went clattering down the canyon. "Keep your eye on Moreno, therer' he shouted up to the lookout. Eff he l tries to slip away, shoot him. "
 Ten minutes brisk gallop through | the windings of the gorge brought him