The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-11-21

Halls corralled two miles out there under
the butte-SouXi" And then they saw that
he was swccning, that the blood was stream
ing down the left thigh and leg. and be-
fore hand could help him he rolled senSeless,
doubled up in the dust at his horses feet,
and the weary creature never even started.
Saddle up men!' rang the order across
the stream. And then, while stong arms lift
ed and bore the wounded hCrseman to the
porch, Dean turned to the wailing mistress,
who, white-faced and terror-str1cken, was
wringing her hands and moaning and run
ming wildly up and down the walk and call
ing for some one to go and save her nus
band. Dean almost bore her to a chair and
bade her fear nothing. He and his men
would lose not a moment. On the hoor a.
her feet lay the little card photograph, ana
Dean, hardly thinking what he did, stopped,
picked it up and placed it in the pocket of
his hunting shirt, just as the trumpeter on
his plunging gray reached the gate, Dean
big, handsome charger trotting sWHtly alon5-
side In an instant the lieutenant was III
the saddle, in another second trooper Gai-
Hoped up with his belt and carbine. Already
the men were leading into line across the
stream. and, bidding the trumpeter tell Ser
geant Shaughnessy to follow at speed, tle
young officer struck spur to his morse anu
carbine in hand, single trooper at his heels'
away he darted down the valley. Z roCp'
splashng through the ford moment later
took the direct road past the stockade OF
the corral. disappeared from sight a moment
behind the wooden fortification. and, When
next it hove in view, it was galloplng front
into line far down the Laramie, then once
more vanished behind it's curtain Of dust.
1.-TWO miles out there, under the butte,
was the only indication the young officer had
of the scene of the fight, for Tight he knew
1t must be, and even as went bounding down
tho valley he recalled the story of the indian
girl the threats of Burning Star, the vowed
vengeance of her brothers. Could 1t be that,
taking advantage of this raid of Red Cloud,
far from all the reservations far from posi-
bility of detection by count OF prylng agents
the three had induced a gang of daring, devil
may-care young warriors to slip away from
the Big Horn with them, and, riding stsaItally
away from the beaten trails, to ford the
Platte beyond the ken OF watcnful eyes at
Fetterman and sneak through the mountain
range to the beautiful. fertile valley beyond,
and there lie in wait for Hal FOLSOM or LOT
those he loved? What was to prevent! wen
they knew the exact location OF his rancn.
They had fished and spoTted all about 1t IN
boy days-days when the soldiers and the
Sioux were all good friends, days before the
mistaken policy of post commander had lea
TO an attack upon a peaceful band. and that
to the humiliation of the attacking party.
From that fatal day of the Grattan massacre
ten years before there had been no real truce
with the Sioux, and now was opportunity
afforded for a long-plotted revenge. Dean
wondered Folsom had not looked for it instead
of sleeping in fancied security.
A mile nearer the butte and, glanctng back,
he could see his faithful men come bourd-
ing in his tracks. mile ahead. rising
abruptly from the general level, little knoll
or butte jutted out beyond the shoulders OF
the foothills and stood sentinel within three
hundred yards of the stream. On the near
the westward-side, nothing could be seen
of horse or man. Something told MN ne
would find the combatants beyond-that dead
or alive, Hal Folsom would be there await
ing him. glance at the commanding helghts
and the ridge that connected 1t with the
tumbling wooded hills to the north, convinced
him that at this moment some or the Zoe
were lurking there, watching the westward
valley, and by this time they knew full well
of the coming of the cavalry to the rescue.
Bv this time more than likely, they were
scurrying off to the mountains again, re.
turning the way they came, with start Oh
with or without the coveted scalps?", he
wondered Thus far he had been riding
straight for the butte: The road wound alo eng
and disappeared behind him. but there was
no sense in following the road. Pursue ana
punish was the thing to be done. surely
not more than dozen were III t1e Dahu
else that courier could never have hoped TO
get in wounded as he was. The Indians
were too few in number to dare follow 70 lne
ranch, guarded as by almost God-giVeh lucH
1t happened to be through the unlooKed-Ior
presence OF the troops. No. ii was small
band though a daring one. Its LOOKOUT had
surely warned it by this time OF MS com
ing. and by this time, too. all save one >r
two who rode the fieetest ponies and fingered
probably for a parting shot at the foremost
of the chase, had scampered away behind the
curtain of that ridge. therefore,, IN long
curve never checking his magnificent stride
Dean guided his bounding bay to the left
tht northeast-and headed for the lowest point
of the divide.
And then it all occurred to him. too that
of use to them and just far enough to be an
easy prey for the lurking foe. Then too, it
occurred to him that he must not leave the
ranch unprotected Already he was within
long rife range of the height; already prob
ably some beady eye was glancing through
the sights, and the deadly tube was covering
him as he came bounding on Three hundred
yards more and his life probably wouldn't De
worth a dollar in Confederate money, and
wisely the young leader began to draw rein,
and. turning in saddle, sgnaled to his single
companion, laboring along 100 yards behind,
to hasten to join him. Presently the trooper
came squirting up, a swarthy young German,