The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-08-29

wheezes and grunts in four inharmoni-
aus keys.
There they are" cried Teddy, point
ing to dusty cloud on the outermost
rim of the plain.
"Wasf Was? Was? So! Too much
dust. Tedchen! Der captain he will not
galloping home comet"
Very quickly the matter was explain
ed. 1t was not the hunters at all, but
something even more exciting AS the
cloud came nearer the garrison could
distinguish one solitary white horse
man approaching at speed which was
more than gallop.
Behind him at some distance, but
closing in ON the fugitive, was a band
of Indians, not in war costume, but in
the seminaked dress of the hunt.
Schneider ran quickly down, opened the
gate and closed it with the heavy bars
as soon as the breathless fugitive was
inside. The man dropped from his sad
die, exhausted.
Mein vrent," said the sergeant,
looking at him severely through frown-
ing eyebrows, twas has you pin do
ing?'
Before the stranger could answer the
pursuers were at the gate, shouting
aloud for their prey to come out.
Schneider listened to their cries atten-
lively.
Il will myself NIT dem speak," said
Schneider He went to the wicket be-
side the big gate and let himself quick
ly out. Then the babel outside ceased,
and for time there was evidently a
grave palaver outside the fort
In ten minutes the sergeant reappear-
ed and found the captains wife and
Teddy and the four veterans awaiting
him anxiously. Schneider paid no at
tention to them, but stepped sternly to
the stranger.
Did you steal Little Mans war
pony?"
WELL" said the man. with a calm
grin, tits not polite way of putting
it, but I guess it's so. +"
Did you kill Little Man when he
accused you-so?"
Il guess it's So.
Because it was that you are white
JOo UAAAAih JOu YAH 0O OAOSO bu1nEoJ Gilt
You bring dose mad Injuns to fight NIT
us to save your dirty skin, you horse
thief! Suppose turn you to them over?
Serve you right, eh?"
The man rose calmly to his feet and
took leisurely step to the barred
wicket.
If you say so, he said.
No." said the sergeant savagely,
II will not give you to be massacred,
but you are prisoner, recollect and
shall be decently hanged after the rules
and regulations have been attended to
in proper and soldierly manner.
With cool deliberation he proceeded
to make his little garrison as effective
as possible, placed his men at the loop
holes, had the howitZer drawn to the
gate and told Teddy to run in and stay
with the womeHin the captains house.
But Teddy would not do any such
thing.
II can't ride and I can't run" he
said, "but can shoot through loop
hole. -
Then Schneider, trusting to his
knowledge of the Indians language and
to the respect they had for his uniform,
went out again among the band and
argued with them.
The shrewd chief had already guessed
by the sergeant's solitary appearance
that the captain was absent. He began
tSSput on great airs. He dismissed the
sergeant contemptuously as an under
ling and ordered him to give up the
horse thief and murderer, or he-the
Ogalalla-would take him by force
Schneider was in a dilemma, but he
was obstinate as bulldog, and he knew
it was his duty to hold the refugee. He
promptly refused to give up the stranger
Now, in any large company of men,
be they red, white or black, there is
always fool, and among the Indians
there was young brave who thought
to leap into notoriety, even at the ex-
pense of causing war between his tribe
and the whites
This young man, as Sergeant Schrei-
Der turned to re-enter the fort, DELHI
erately aimed at the soldiers back and
sent a bullet crashing through his side.
Schneider staggered through the wicket
which was instantly closed, and fell
forward within. He was practically
disabled.
The stranger then stepped forward.
The captain S wife was attending to the
sergeant's wounds, and the fugitive
bowed to her most politely.
at seems, he said, with q most
courtly air and a cynical smile, THAT
have erred. l thought was seeking
safety in well garrisoned fort, but I
find have placed lady and few old
men in danger. Permit me to rectify
my mistake. As it is only me these
gentlemen want they shall meet me.
Two revolvers were at his belt, and
he had a rife slung at his back. He
leaped to the gate, which opened right
and left on rollers, and, with one big
shove forced them back in the grooves.
So quickly had he done so that none
of the others had time to prevent his
suicide, for suicide it was. Crack,
crack, crack-right, left, right-his
pistols went among the Indians, and
three men fell, bowling Their panic,
however, lasted but for an instant, and
in another moment the crowd would