The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-16

frightened horse plunged on into the val
ley.
we made our way back to our horses
cautiously, for we knew the red devils
were not far off. We weren't mista ken,
for in a moment we saw gun barrels
cleaning across the rocks above and on
ali sides of us.
We scrambled TO cover I'm hot pepper
ing from their Winchesters. Robinson
and l got behind adjoining rocks and
Bridger found safety a bit above US.
Then followed a three hours seige and
waste OF ammunition. Every time any
thing bObbed up above a rock a rife
cracked. lighted my pipe, and the
smoke as it curled upward was shot
through by the redskins.
Despite our watchfulness they kept
crawling closer and closer. Our greatest
danger lay from those who were upon the
hills above US
The first intimation that the end was
near came with a bullet that whsked the
back to the ground.
Robinson who had been chatting gaily
all the morning, grew grave and silent.
He never took his eyes from the
rocks above
There was another shot. Bridger, who
had been whistling softly, stopped sud
denly. He did not answer our cry.
Robinson stuck his hat on his gun, and
held it above the rock. It was riddled by
bullets from three sides. He shifted his
position, leaning back against the rock
and facing me.
Right overhead it seemed rifle crack
ed. l saw the bali plow through Robin
sons nose and come out behind his ear.
He put his hands to his face and rolled
over dead.
Il knew had to move or follow suit, so
1 crawled on my stomach to Jack Bridg-
er's shelter.
He was sitting with his gun resting be-
tween his legs. His head was back against
rock, and there was a smile upon his
face. Over his left eye there was black
hole and drop of blood. I lifted his head
and saw where the blood and brains had
oozed out behind in the bullets wake.
Il wasn't in a comfortable fix, one man
against eleven. There was nothing for
me but to get through the ring and make
a dash through the rocks for life
Il knew the Indians were poor shots
and trusted to rafting them if they had
to shoot quick.
II took a long breath and made my run.
My hair was long then and I lost
good bit of it. One bullet stung my ear as
it whizzed by.
Il had to run fully eighty yards before
l got out of their range. They We're afraid
to jump out and follow, not realizing at
first that my companions were dead.
when they followed me it was too late,
for 1 struck a water course and made my
way up the mountain, leaving no trail,
while they followed me down into the
valley
Il had TO make a detour of fifteen miles
around the mountain side to get into
Halls place, where I arrived more dead
than alive, late at night
Hall left me alone in the place and
drove over to John Slaughters San Ber-
nardino ranch and rounded up a squad of
cowboys
Next day we went out and got the
boys bodies, but not in time to prevent
the Apaches from crushing in their skulls
and utilating them"
I'VE brought Bridger into Tombstone
and buried him, and shipped Robinson to
his folks in San Saba.
"A week after the United States soldiers
came down from Fort Grant but they
made only eighteen miles in three days.
and the cowboys who were showing them
Apache Kids trail left them in disgust.
THE Kid did bloodier deeds than that
His worst crime was a year ago in Las
Animas valley New Mexico. There he
robbed a ranch and strapped a cowboy
across a red-hot stove.
He has kept mighty quiet since There
is $1,000 in rewards hanging over his head.
and, perhaps, he has grown tired taking
chances.
Il wouldn't advise any one in Guada-
loupe canon to lay aside his Winchester
under the belief that he is dead