The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1899-02-09

where | sent l.. Jut he came on with
out wincing, as fast as before. Ny
other four shots all landed, one of
them in the head, knocking the bear
down, but he got up and came on, wAb-
bling little and bleeding from both
nostrils, but as determined as ever
With the bear not ten PAGES away /
drew my revolver and gave him every
one Of the six shots, lodging TO one
side and firing the last one into his ear
as he lurched over the place where I
had been and fell in . heap, gasping
out his last breaths.
"Casimiro Griialba got first to the
spot, with the scouts close benin d
him, and the little Mexican's eyes
were dancing. He did not stop by
the bear, but rode to the tree where
the half-breed was just climbing
down. and began TO make fun of him
in the Apache tongue for running
away from the bear.
"'You are q coyote, he said. Half
breeds, you understand, are called
coyotes by the Mexicans. You are
not q true Apache, and l am ashamed
Of the Mexican blood in you. Go
back to the reservation and carry
water with the women. You are not
at company for men,
can Indian taxed with an act OF
cowardice which he has committed
before his fellows has not the spirit to
show resentment Durango stood
sullen and downeast under Grijalba's
words and the other Apaehes ieered
and laughed at him.
"'Now is your time Grijalba said
to me in English, not turning his
head. 'DisArm him and send him
away
II walked over TO Durango. His
rifle was lying on the ground where
he had dropped it when he climbed
the tree. You are q coward, not fit
TO serve in my command, said to
him. Griialba trsnslating my words
into Apache as l spoke. Take of
your cartridge belt The half-breed
unbuckled his belt and the interpreter
took it. l held up my watch. Twill
give you two minutes start. After
that you shall be shot like the cow
ardly coyote you are, wherever we
find you. Now git. In two minutes,
remember, l shall turn loose, said,
and cooked my carbine, which. just
remembered, had not a cartridge in
1t, while my revolver was likewise
empty, 1t Was just as well. for the
scouts, sll loyal again now that there
was business to do and l had asserted
myself, were cooking their rides wait
ing for orders to fire, with their eyes
glancing from mine TO Durango, who
was running like q greyhound for the
nearest timber.
II made the two minutes last until
the half-breed had got beyond rifle
shot, for did not want any shooting
done The scouts we're disappointed
at missing their chance to fire at Du-
range, but we sill went back to the
bear, which was big fellow. l could
not take his skin along. but his scalp
and the claws Of one foot carried
back to the post as trophy.
There VAS no more trouble for me
in handling Apache scouts then or at
any other time. | was big chief With
this party, and it was not long after
our return TO Camp Bowie before the
story Of my killing the grizzly and
running the hAlf-breed of had travelled
over all the reservations and vher-
ever there was 8 hand Of Apache
scouts, We hal some luck, too, be-
fore We got hack, capturing party Of
seven renegsies from the San Carlos
on their way to the Sierra
Madrss TO Join the hostile ChirieahuAs
and killing two Of the bucks. Du-
range vas next heard Of on the reser-
vAtion, and he lived long enough to
make more trouble for the whites. He
vas foand among the dead left on the
nsld after awinning fight with hostiles
two years later, and il came out that
he had been dealing With renegade
Indians, selling them ammunition and
bringing them information all the
time that he Was pretending to be the
friend Of the whites. New Yors
san.