The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-09

his feet, and one of the riders had struck
wildly with his war club at the dark object
and downed it again. The whole band was
out of sight in less time than it takes to
tell it. The crash and sputter of hoofs
could be heard as they Numbered away to
the west, and then the loud cracking Of
rifle and revolver, as the band reached the
descent to the canyon further to the west
and found Farwell's led horse on the bluff.
1t was then that the sergeants were raising
Will, stunned and bleeding to his feet; then
they realized that not an instant must be
lost in fastening to Farwells aid, and
while one bathed with snow the aching,
bewildered head, and another gave the
young officer water from his canteen, a
third helped place the boy in saddle and
gave the word to the men to follow. An
other minute and Leale's men, led by their
lieutenant, grasping at the pommel all the
time, to steady himself in his seat. went
charging through the wooded highland and
tumbled in on Farwells assailants just in
the nick of time. With every minute Will
was reviving and pulling himself together
again, and by the time Wayne and his fell
lows came riding in to their support
through the fire-spitting clumps of ever
green, the boy was shouting his orders and
cheering his men as though no blow had
ever downed him. But Wayne's coming
relieved him of all responsibility on that
side, secured Farwell in his grasp on the
village, and when at last Big Road IS sullen,
beaten braves skunk away through the
timber, leaving the greater part of the
village, women, children, old folks and a
few disgnsted warriors in the hands of the
troops, Wilps frantically aching head re-
minded him that he was in need of atten-
ton, and then 1t was discovered that he
time for him to faint from loss of it.
Heavens! what TODD there was at
Frayne when that boy was brought home
with the setting OF the second sun there
after, his head bandaged and his shoulder
sore and his hurts severe, and yet with the
record that, despite it all, he had fought
his troop like a-veteran-"likea Farrar'
Fenton handed him over to his mother,
after their long ride in the ambulance sent
out to meet them, and wen. on by first
train to comply with his orders, and Mar
jorie took her by to her rejoicing arms, for
getful for the moment of Fenton, of Kitty,
of all else in the world.
And then, in few days more, came the
major back with his squadron and his re-
captured village, and more than half the
recalcitrant braves, tired OF their midwin-
ter spree, and quite ready to be taken back
to Abraham's bosom, to be forgiven, and,
what was more to the purpose, feasted.
And by this time Will was well enough to
be out again and to ride to meet them, and
to welcome Wayne with especial enthusi-
asm, for the major had REINFORCED his
ragged line just in time to save him from
another rush such as had burst it and
downed him on the slopes mile to the
east, and Kitty, no longer imperious sweet
heart, but devoted love, had found it high
time to take no further chances, and so
had named the day, and had amazed the
dreamy major by her declaration that she
would be married only where Uncle Fem
ton could give her away, and Major Wayne,
who had saved her Willy" could be best
man. There was one blissful epoch, there
lore. In that sad and somber winter.
But so far as our friends, the Farrars.
We're concerned, it was about the only one.
Not until the day after honest Fenton had
gone did it occur to Mrs. Farror to INQUIRE