The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1894-06-15

the ragged form of Eda0drd Harvey.
ing by his side, the lieutenant sought
anxiously for trace of blade or bullet.
Rents there were many and many a
bloody scratch and tear, but, to his in
Still in deep swoon, his friend seemed
to resist every effort for his restora-
ton. The dash of water in his face
was answered only by faint SILVER
ing sigh. The thimbleful of whisky
forced between his lips only gurgled
down his throat, and Drummond felt
no responsive fiutter of pulse. The
shock to his system must indeed have
been great, for Harvey lay like one in
a trance. Drummond feared that he
might never again open his eyes to
light and home.
And then the weary troop came trot-
ting into view, old Sergeant Meinecke
in command. Hating and dismount-
ing at his signal, the men stood silent
and wondering at their horses heads,
while their leader went in to report to
his commander.
Drummond barely lifted his eyes from
the pallid features before him.
"Unsaddle, sergeant; rub down; pick
out the best and likeliest horses. I
want 90 men to go ON chase with me.
How soon can the packs get up?'
"They must be fully half an hour be-
hind, SIR
"Sorry for that, sergeant. We've
got to take at least four of them; load
them up with barley, bacon, bareback,
ammunition. Kick off everything else.
Well feed and water here before start
ing, then we've got to ride like the
devil. Send Trooper Bland here as
soon as he has unsaddled. want him
to ride with me. He knows all the
roads to the south"
Meinecke saluted in his methodical
German fashion, turned away and pres
emily could be heard ordering "Un-
saddle" and then shouting for Private
Bland.
care there any of our men besides
the farrier who have any knowledge of
surgery2" asked the lieutenant Of Ser
geant Lee.
"They say Bland has, sir. 1 don't
know any one else.
"Well, I've just sent for him. Mr..
Harvey here doesn't seem to be wound
ed, yet it's impossible to bring him to.
Give Woods little more whisky and
see if you can get word out of the ma
jor or Feeny.'
But efforts with the half suffocated
men had no effect. The whisky with
Woods had better results. He present.
ly ceased his shivering sobs and could
answer more questions. Drummond
begged for particulars of the capture,
and these the man found it difficult to
give. He was stationed at the back
door, the corral side, he said, and hard
ly saw the final rush. But there was
something so queer about it. There
had been few minutes lull. Then
Harvey and Feeny both began to talk
excitedly and to call out that the "road
agents" were running away, and then
presently there came the sound of gall
Looping hoofs and cheering and both the
sergeant and Mr.. Harvey had shouted
that the troops were coming and rushed
out to meet them" And the next thing
knew, said Woods, twas seeing Feeny
fattened out on the ground and crawl
ing on his hands and knees and the
room filled with roughs, some Mexi-
cans, some Yanks, and l slipped into
the corral and saw one of them shoot
Feeny as he was trying to crawl after
me; and while they were swearing and
searching for the safe and carrying it
out, Mr.. Dawes and Mullan managed,
somehow, to help the paymaster out,
and then went in after the other man. 4"
| Then Woods could tell little more.
! One thing, he said, amazed and excited
him 80 he couldn't believe his eyes, but
+. he was almost ready to swear that the
! fellow Feeny ran to shake hands with