The Mena weekly star., 1897-11-17

so close to. Whipsaw4 tnats' ne .a could almost have reached him withs his rife barrel. The trapper was -sore afraid that the boy or Bob might open fire, for how was sthis child to- know that he was waiting for the band Ito assemble near thelcabin door before attacking --them?H But Little Kyuse was as wise in this his first Eight as white man would be at 21. The clouds were breaking and in the starlight they could see the Sioux. six of them, near the cabin door. They listened one of them pushed the door open Now an Indian went in, came out moment later, and they all filed in at the very moment Whipsaw was about to open fire. They would charge on the cabin door and fight the gang which outnumbered them, even count ing the boy. two to one. Without a word, Whipsaw got to his feet and in- stantly his companions were aty his side.
 Bob held hts rifle. the trapper lald his on the ground and held six-shot revolver in each hand. It was to be close and rapid fighting; he would empty his sixshooters and after that use his knife. Little Kyuse grasped his rifle with fourteen shots in the magazine and he knew how to work it too. There was no word of command, but us Whipsaw leaned forward they all started double quick for the cabin. Ten paces from the door they stopped, the boy still sandwiched between the men. The Sioux must have heard them, for now they came pouring out. Before they had gained the open air the little party had opened fire. Two of the Indians fell, and the others re- turned the fire but with bad aim. Another round from the white men and two more Sioux bit the dust. Bcb was pumping his rife when ball from the cabin door shattered his right shoulder. Dropping his gun he pulled his six-shooter and continued to fight. Having emptied both of his revolvers Whipsaw slammed one of them into the face of Sioux, who came for him with knife. The two men began fighting hand 10 hand now, while little Kyuse kept pumping small shot into the other remaining Sioux. Seeing Whipsaw hard pressed, the boy began to watch for chance to use his little rifle. Bob succeeded at last in stopping his man, and then fell weak from the loss of blood Whip saw had been badly cut when his an tagonist paused to take advantage. Instantly Little Kyuse showed his rifle as near the Sionx's left side as he could get it and pulled the trigger, and the big, bad Indian sank in heap,
 Thus did Little Kyuse reward the white trapper and avenge the death of his father and mother, who had been killed by his captors, the Sioux.
 In the sag not far away they found the horses that the robbers had ridden, and the express pony with the pouch still on the saddle. standing in 8 bunch, their brides tied together.
 About mile up the trail they found the body of the rider, stiff and cold with bullet hole in his head, and carried him back and buried him, and there wouldn't have been a soul at the funeral only for Little Kyuse
 The next day, when they were cache ing the carcasses of the dead Indians, l Little Kyuse shocked and surprised the white men by constantly clubbing and kicking the corpses. Of sudden he gave yell, seized his rife and began emptying it into one of the dead h. dians Whipsaw took the gun away from him.
 .'Seel See' cried the boy, pointing at the Sioux, and the trapper recog- nized in the object of the boys wrath the hideous features of the scar faced Sioux who had sold the child at whose hands he had, Tn his own good time, been taken off
 
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