Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1901-08-07

Of man to run this thing don't you
think your fellows would take him and
no questions asked-until the whole
business can be settled later?"
by Jove, you mean Langdon!" cried
Hunt in hope and rejoicing.
"Sh-h! For goodness sake, don't
shout! He's ahead all right enough
and safe and sound, but he's fighting
mad over this business. Some of the
boys weren't advised right, and it's
kind Of awkward all round" ended the
conductor guilelessly.
II should say SO in view of Belts
charging him with being Cresswelrs
nssailant and then running away" an
swered Hunt.
"Well, we'll fix Belts all right. But
you and your boys don't want to stir
up trouble now, do you? Let's pull to-
gether, as say. Once away from Cas-
tie Butte then comes the run to Rose
bud. The roads clear. The India
have all gone westward, but God he ],
those poor fellows in that train till
get there"
"Amen! Amen all round." said
Hunt. "The rifles won't ask questi IS
II that's what you want. Only give us
Langdon."
And 40 minutes later, cheered and
warmed by abundant hot coffee, the ri
fes peered from the windows at the
whistle for brakes, and shout went
up that well nigh raised the roof. In
the midst of little group at the siding
stood a pale faced, stern eyed man in
the fatigue uniform of a first sergeant,
and the rifles, yelling like mad, tum-
bled headlong in surging throng from
the train, a-swarming about him in ca
ger, impulsive greeting. Without
word he grasped Hunts outstretched
hand, signaled to the conductor and
broke away through the throng toward
the Kissing engine taking In water at
the windmill tank up the track. I'VE
haven't an instant to lose" were then
his first words. Get everybody aboard
and join me forward as soon as you
cam" said he to Hunt, linked his arm
In that Of the conductor and rushed
him up the roadside to the pilot.
Another 40 minutes and, the still
smoking ruins of Rosebud Station left
behind, the crowded train was speed
Ing swiftly, yet cautiously, over the
broad, open westward prairie. Except
few famished, homeless dogs bowling
mournfully about the scene not liv-
ing thing remained at the station, and
only the CHASTITY relics of one human
creature had been found in the brief,
hurried, two minute search. Already
1t was known far as the Atlantic that
the first stories of massacre were
grievously exaggerated, many families
way In panic but safely to Castle
Butte and others escaping to the south.
But not word from any source had
come as to the special, the last news
by wire being that the Ogallulas were
dancing and bowling about their agen-
cy at Pine Ridge and firing on the
scouts sent out from Robinson. The
Brules could only be somewhere be-
tween Rosebud and Wounded Knee.
Wherever that luckless train could be
found there would be the Indians in
direful force and fury. Grave, set
faces We're those in the cab and about
the engine and tender. The road ran
straight for miles. The landscape was
open and treeless and lay like lazily
rolling ocean turned suddenly to earth
and stone. Langdon and the conduct
or, clinging fast each to a stanchion,
were under the headlight above the pi-
lot. A sergeant and three men, best
shots Of the rifles, hampered the cab
and tender, but the engineer felt safer
in having them there. and the hope,