Waterbury Democrat., 1900-10-26
WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT. FRIDAY OCToBER

gentle. slope that led to the gateway, his wearied horse laboring painfully at the rise, Mrs. Folsom recognized one of her husbands herdsmen, a man who had lived long years in Wyoming and could be unnerved by no false alarm, and her voice went up in shrielz of fear as she read the tidings in his all most ghastly face.
 "Where is Hal?" she screamed. "Oh, what has happened?"
 He's safe" was the answering call, as the rider waved reassuring hand, but at the instant he bent low. "Thank God, you're here, lieutenant" he gasped. Mount quick. Halls cor rallied two miles out there under the butte-Sioux!" And then they saw that he was swooning, that the blood. was streaming down the left thigh and leg, and before 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 strong arms lifted and bore the wound ed herdsman to the porch, Dean turned hS ed~ SsiSSS, "AAS, NAAeS7 faced and terror-xtricken, was wiring ing her hands and moaning and run ming wildly up and down the walk and calling for some one to go and save her husband. Dean almost bore her to a chair and bade her fear nothing. He and his men would lose not moment. On the floor at her feet lay the little card photograph. and 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, Deans big, handsome charger trotting swiftly alongside. In an instant the lieutenant was in saddle, in another second a trooper galloped up with his belt and carbinc. Already the men were leading into line across the stream, and, bidding the trumpeter tell Sergt. Shaughnessy to follow at speed, the young officer struck spur to his horse and, carbine in hand, Q single trooper at his heels, away he darted down the valley. troop, splashing through the ford moment later, took the direct road past the stockade of the corral, disappeared from sight a moment behind that wooden fortifica- tion and, when next it hove in view, it was galloping 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 fight he knew it must be, and even as he went bounding down the valley he recalled the story of the Indian girl, the threats of Burning Star, the vowed vengeance of her brothers. Could it be that, taking ad- vantage of this raid of Red Cloud, far from all the reservations, far from possibility of detection by count of pry- ing 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 stealthiiy away from the beaten trails, to ford the Platte beyond the ken of watch full eyes at Fetterman and sneak through the mountain range to the beautiful, fertile valley beyond, and there lie in wait for Hal Folsom or for those he loved? What was to prevent? We'll they knew the exact location of his ranch. They had fshed and sport ed all about it in boy days-days when the soldiers and the Sioux were all good friends, days before the mistaken policy of post commander had led to an attack upon peaceful band, and that to the annihilation of the attack ing 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 af- ferded for 8 ]ong-plotted revenge. Dean wondered Folsom had not looked for 1t instead of sleeping in fancied security.
 A mile nearer the butte and, glanc- ing back, he could see his faithful men come bounding in his tracks. A mile ahead, rising abruptly from the general level. little knoll or butte jutted out beyond the shoulders of the foothills and stood sentinel with in three hundred yards of the stream. On the near-the westward-side, noth- ing could be seen of horse or man. Something told him he would find the combatants beyond-that dead or alive, Hal Folsom would be there