The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-12-15

too burningly hot to perform its Office. Nor
could he lift finger nor move toe.
He found room for anger at Shorty that he
did not look him up, and sati-fy himself as
to his condition, and Lieut.. Bowersox and
the rest seemed selishly thoughtful of their
own safety and neglectful OF his.
he listened III agony to the regiment on
the right marching oil, to the cautions AMI
admonitionS given those who were carrying
off the badly-woundei and then to Lieut..
Bowersox starting off with the right OF the
200th Ind
Then he heard little Abel Waite say:
g know that 81 Klegg has some things on
him that his folks I'll like TO have. l know
where they live. Pm goin' to git 'em, and
send 'em to EN-"
Make haste, then, young feller," he heard
Wat Burnham growl. - Don't let the rebels
ketch yer We're movin' now"
He heard Abel Yates steps running
toward him, and felt his hands thrust into
his blouse pocket over his breast. Then the
boy said with start of surprise:
"Whv, he's alive yet. Come here, Wat. :"
Wat and the Irishmen fastened to him.
He felt Watts hand laid on his breast, and
then held over his mouth.
LES certainly warm yet. Hand, e
brea hes.''
Shorty made violent effort. and sum-
moned enough strength to reach over and
touch the Englishman's foot.
The tall feller's alive, too," said Wat.
awe must take 'em along with us, ;" said
Abel Waite excitedly.
yes, but 'ow?" growled the English
man. Don't speak so loud, you young
brat. Do you want to hopen hup that 'ell's
kitchen hagin?
"The Liftinant's far down the hill wild the
regiment" said Barney McGrath. There's
no tonne to sind to him. Here, Its pick
thin up an carry thin down to the wagon. u
He put his hand under Sis shoulder. The
others did the same, Wat lifting Shorty's
feet.
Halt, there, you Yanks, and surrender"
said stern voice just behind Wat.
Wat looked back over his shoulder and
saw single adventurous rebel who, divining
what was going on. had slipped forward in
the darkness, with his gun leveled on the
squad bearing ST. Wat realized instantly
that the rebel must be suppressed without
alarm to Others that might be behind him.
He dropped Shorty's foot, and with back
ward sweep Of his mighty right took the
rebel in the stomach with such force as to
double him up. The next instant Wat had
tear the wind pipe from him. Then he flung
the rebel forward down the hill, gathered up
Shorty feet again, and gave the command:
Hall right. Go aead, boys quick has
you cam"
With great difficulty they made their way
over the wrcckage Of battle down the hill to-
ward where they expected to find the regi-
mental wagon. But it had received all that
it could hold Of its CHASTITY freight and moved
off.
They were in despair for a few minutes,
until Abel Waite discovered an abandoned
wagon near by. with one mule still hitched
to it. Next they found q wounded artillery
horse which had been turned loose from his
battery. He was hitched in, and ST and
SHORTY were laid on the layer of Ammunition
boxes which still covered the bottom of the
bed.
Who'll drive the bloody team ?" growled
Wat. 6 Hi never druv a 'oss hin my lie.
Ere, Barney, you get hin the saddle"
Not OIL" answered Barney. sol niver
could DROVE ayven pig, on the brightest day
that shone. Oi'll not tool wild couple av
strange horses, a wagon-load av fuire an
/ birthstone, an brace av dead men, in the
midst av AygyPtian darkness. Not Oh"
| Here, kin drive two horses. anyway"
said Abel Waite, climbing into the saddle.
I" I've done that much on the faru."
They pushed off into the road marked by
the dark line of troops moving silently to-
ward AcFarland's Gap, and after some cos
test with other drivers secured place behind
one of the regiments of their brigade.
A couple of miles ahead Forests cavalry
was making noisy dispute of the arnly's re-
treat, the woods were On fire, and the fences
on either side Of the road were blazing
The long line was halted in anxious ex-