The Irish standard., 1895-09-21

D alN here are gyOu, FIveY u w hat rs TIE
mat s9 g. he heard the corporal eager
hail iir the darkness. 10 answer \:
here are you, Ruckel VIII
Then stumble a stitled exclamation
- the sound Of something like 8 car-
bine falling On the sandy ground, and
then along the bluff trot, trot, ttrott, trot,
strot, donble time, the rapid coming Of
the, sergeant with the patrol and 9
lantern. 3.., 35s a
!: his way, sergeant, \ + cried the ma.
ior, as he led on down the slope. ~
Come here with that light, for Gods
sake, rang the voice of the corporal
And fifty yards further they found him
bending over an inanimate and bleed
ing form that of Ruckel, the young
Bayarian trooper, pierced through with
Tonic arrows. a 4. Il 4, d
\: @ CHAPTER ~. n
Il Alive alert and well at two o'clock
the young sentry on Number Five had
passed the call. Entitled to his relief
Immediately after two thirty and al
lowed a few hours rest and sleep at the
guardhouse, he had but half an hour
now to tramp up and do,vn-up and
down along that dark and dreary post,
with the black silhouettes Of the Off
GERS quarters rising between him and
the southern sky and the black shadows
Of the northward foothills hemming the
view to the Prescott road. Soft and
sandy was the soil in this depression,
with stunted shrubbery and hardy,
brushwood dotting it here and there.
West of the road by which G troop had
trotted away the ground lay open and
clear. East of it and over toward the.
upper end of Skis post there remained
many clumps of wild vegetation, and if
any doubts existed at two o clock Of the,
near presence of Apaches in force they
were banished at two thirty, for 9
troop, tumbling out in hot haste and
formed in fighting line, went down
the slope in single rank, out over the
post of poor Ruckel lying there skew.
cred with Tonic shafts, and in dis
persed order, with carbines at ready,
they beat through that chapparal,
stirring up the jack rabbits by the
score, and, later on, finding here and
there and in a dozen spots the track of
q Tonic 1noccasin-unmistak as the
hoof prints of a moose, but finding not
single Tonto Fleetest of mountain
warriors, they had made their recon
naissance, and then while some drew
Fosters troop toward the Ration Springs,
others, slipping behind, had crept'
noiselessly within ten yards of the
browsing sentry, lollirg in fancied Sc
curity along his shadowy path, passing
and repassing between their lair and
the star-lit southern sky, until, crawl
ing upon him, sinuous and slow and
patient as the boa constructor, they had
struck at one and the same instant, and
dropped him in his tracks with no more
than one gurgling, inarticulate cry,
then sped away for the foothills.
While Raymond's men were beating,
the bush. their comrades Of F trooplhad
saddled and led into line at the stables.
It was three fifteen when the dis
mounting company came swinging,
back up the slope, silent, vengeful, yet
thrilling bit with the sense Of unseen
danger Thornton by this time was
fully aroused to the possibilities of
Apache warfare. #4
cit will be daybreak soon," he said,
''and want you, Turner, to push out
on the trail Of those beggars and run
them to earth if a possible thing. Ray
mond will remain with me. They must
belong to some bigger band hereabouts.
God grant it isn't along the Sandy
now. = n
Involuntarily as he spoke he turned
and looked to the west. There stood
Old Signal Butte--dark and silent still.
No sign of beacon fire there. There
lay the dim and distant ruins OF tho
old post, down in the depths Of the
shadowy valley. No sign Of danger or
excitement Yet if the Apaches dare
stalk the sentries of a big command as
these had done, what would they not
dare with 80 small detachment as
Cranes? And then those unprotected
women and children at Kelly's ranch!
Thornton had seen exciting times DUR
ing the war Of the rebellion, but
women and Oh ildren, never entered into
those calculations. 1t was after three
when Raymonds men returned from
their fruitess quest. Turner's troop
had gone out to the stables, and not
a. word had come from Foster, not . sign
from the Sandy valley to tell that Leon
had safel reached the post. Nervously
the major paced up and down his broad
veranda now, every little while pausing
to address some query or instruction;
to- officers Or men fastening by. Lights