Waterbury Democrat., 1900-11-08

and help you give that internal -old scoundrel the thrashing he deserves. All has been quiet hereabouts since that one party made it's dash on Hal Folsom's ranch. Of course you know the story of Lizette, and of course Red Cloud must have known that Burning Star was head devil in that enterprise, though Chaska was the victim. 1 take much comfort in the fact that it was I who sent young Dean and his troop round by way of the Laramie Folsom and his people would have been murdered to man if 1 hadn't, and yet hear that absurd old ass at Emory put Dean in arrest for not coming directly home. Pecllsniff should have been retired ten years ago-for imbecility.
 '.We had tremendous storm in the mountains to the south two days ago and a courier has just galloped out from Emory, inquiring for news of Dean. It seems he was sent with big sum of currency for your quarter master, and ordered to slip through by way of Sweetwater, as Red Cloud was known to be covering the direct road. Somehow 1t leaked out before he started, and gang of desperadoes gathered to jump him at Canyon Springs. The storm jumped them, for two of their dead and c dozen horses were rolled out on the flats. Dean must have got through all right, for Eat saw their trail fifteen miles above us. Of course, he'll have to make night marches; but, unless Red Cloud gets wind of his coming and corrals him, he should reach you almost as soon as this. Michel, the bearer, has ycur dispatches and orders. Retained copies are here. Good luck, old man, and nay we meet within the fort night ard wind up Red Cloud once and for all time."
 This was all but more than enough. Riding night and day in wide detour Michel had made his way to the lat.- brought was joyous news, indeed Within the coming week the post would have no more to fear. Within 3 day or two the contractors, then, would have their money, and that would tap the sutler's stores and joy would reign supreme. Enviously the soldiers eyed the artisans. Not for weeks could their paymaster be looked
 
 might reach them on the morrow, provided Red Cloud did not interfere. He couldn't and wouldn't, said the commander, because he and his braves were all off to the southeast, hunting buffalo. He could and might, said Michel that night at ten o'clock, aft CT taps had sent the garrison to bed, for by the time he left Frayne there were other riders up from Gate City, and all the garrison had learned that Lieut.. Dean was taking something like fifty thousand dollars in greenbacks up to the Gap, with only ten men to guard it, and Mai Burleigh was wild with anxiety lest he shouldn't get through, and had been nearly crazy since he heard of Deans narrow es- cape at Canyon Springs. The officer of the day who heard this story told it, with the teller. to the post com mander, and that veteran sat up late and cross-questioned long. Mi chel's English might be broken, but . not his statement. The last arrival at Frayne before he left was one of Mai. Burleigh's own men from Gate City. He said the general and his staff were expected at Emory the next day, Investigating matters, for old Stevens sad got stampeded be- cause his sergeant major was assault ed and old Folsom knocked out and drunken captain by the name of New hall had been making trouble and it had all told on Maj. Burleigh, who had taken to his bed with nervous prostra- tion.
 So, while the garrison went to rest happy, the commanding officer walked long, and finally slept sound4y and might have slept hate, but that just at dawn, full half an hour before the time for rcveille, there came a sharp knock ing at the door of his log hut, and the imperative voice or the officer of the day:
 "Colonel, colonel, I say. There's sharp firing out here in the hills to the south!"
 The peaks to the west were just ting ing with purple and red, reflected from the eastward sky, and faint light was beginning to steal down into the deep valley in which the cantonment lay sleeping when the veteran commander came hurrying out, half dressed, and hied him. with his attendant officer, to liS sOutAeiu sI5ie Ol tlle StOChade. There on the narrow ledge or platform built under the sharp tops of the up- right logs, were grouped the silent, grave-faced guard, dozen men, intent ly listening. Thither presently came running others of the officers or men, suddenly awakened by sense of some thing unusual going on. Far away among the wooded heights to the south, echoing from the rocky pail sades to the west, could be heard the pop, pop of distant musketry, pune tuated sometimes with louder bang as of large -caliber rifles closer at hand. Little time was there. in which to hazard opinion as to the cause. One or two men, faint-he arted at the thought of the peril of Indian battle and hope full of influencing the judgment oftheir supcriors, began the murnur of ''big hunt" buffalo drive" etc., glancing furtively at the colonel the while as