Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-10-23
CHAPTER XIV.

Never unless sure of it's ground and
the weakness of the adversary does the
modern Indian band attack at night.
Folsom and his people well knew that.
Yet not five minutes after the Indian
girl, faint with exhaustion and dread,
was carried within doors, the big
mastiff challenged again. The dogs
charged furiously QUITO the northeast
and would not be recalled. For nearly
half an hour they kept up their angry
clamor. Time and again during the
night, suspicious and excited, they
dashed out again and again; and once
one of them, venturing further than
his fellows, broke suddenly into loud
cries of mingled pain and rage, and
when at last he came whining piteous-
ly back to the ranch twas found that
he was bleeding from cash, along the
flank, where an Indian arrow had
scared him. Only by fits and starts did
any man sleep. Hour after hour Fol.
SONS little garrison was on the alert.
The women had all been moved to the
deep, dry cellar, Mrs. Hal moaning over
her baby, utterly unnerved, Jessie
silent, but white. land tremulous; the
herdsman's wife, IN Amazon, demand
ed the right to have gun and fight by
her husbands sides, Lizette, the Indian
girl faint and starved, asked nothing
but to be allowed to crouch at the door
of the room where Halbertlay, fevered
and unconscious, and Pappoose, scorn-
ing danger, fitted from her brothers
bedside to her fathers log -barricade at
the east porch. In dread anxiety the
hours dragged by, and at last Lannion
reached forth his hand and pulled the
shirtsleeve of his comrade Jake, half
doing at his side. In nm instant the
latter was kneeling at his post. What
is it?" he queried, and Lannion, point.
ing to the first faint. pallid CLEAN in
the eastern sky, whispered: slime to
be up, man. It's coming"
For half an hour. except for thernsh-
ing Of the Laramie, silence almost un-
earthly had ;brooded over the prairie.
and even the dogs seemed luIled to
sleep. But now, as the cold light crept
slowly over the distant range, and q
soft flush began to overspread the pal
lor of the.dawn, far outsover the valley
the yelp ola coyote began again and
all men strained their ears and listened.
while strong hands grabbed the growl-
ing dogs and pinned them to earth, for,
beginning at the east, the cry was
taken up on every side. Folsom's
ranch seemed beleaguered by the
gaunt, half-famished wolves of the up-
land prairies. Look to your sights,
now, men! Down into the cellar, Pap
poose!" exclaimed Folsom, kindling
with fierce excitement. "Pve been the
friend of all that tribe for 30 wears,
but when they break faith with me
ind mine that ends it! Look to your
sights and make every shot COUNT" he
cautioned, as he made the rounds of
the little shelters thrown up during
the past two days. 1--WE can stand off a
hundred of 'em if you only keep your
grit"
Again the clamor as of coyotes
ceased. 1t,was only the Indian signal
"Ready!" and every ranchman knew
that with the rising sun, if not before,
the swoop would come. Again as the
light broadened the dogs were loosed
and presently were challenging all four
points of the compass. The unseen foe
was on every hand.
Perched as it was on little rise, the
ranch stood forth conspicuous over the
valley. At the foot of the slope to the
south lay the corral and some of the
buildings, about 100 yards away, where
the shallow Laramie curled and Tapped
beneath their walls, and now the dogs
seemed to concentrate their attention
on that side. Folsom, rifle in hand,
was kneeling on the porch, listening
intently. Two of the hands were with
him. Jake and Lanniop, experienced
and reliable, had been given independ-
ent posts on the other front, and Just
as objects could be dimly recognized
along the flats, there burst upon the
ears, Of the little garrison a sudden
chorus ofsexultant yells. A tongue of
flame leaped upward from beyond the
hnts lately occupied by the ranchmen.
The half-used haystacks caught and
held oneamoment the fiery messenger,
ana thennn q broad glare that redeemed
the flood of the Laramie for miles and
lighted up the ranch like sunburst
gave forth huge column of blaze and
smoke that could be seen far over the
Black Hills of Wyoming, and all the
valley seemed to spring to instant life.
On every side arose the stirring war
cry of the Sioux, the swift beat of
pony hoofs, the ring of rifle, and brave
John Folsom's heart sank within him
as he realized that here was no mere
marauding party, but a powerful band
organized for deliberate vengeance.
The Laramie plains were alive with
darting, yelling, painted horsemen,
circling about the ranch, hemming 1t
in, cutting it off from the world.
The bullets came whistling through
the morning cir, biting fercely into
the solid logs gpai sriag the chinking.,