Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-04-25

upon the ranch. Jake, gallant fellow.
lay bleeding q his post. Hope Of
every kind Was well-nigh dead. The
silence without was only portent Of
the storm 20 soon to burst. Par,poose.
grasping her brothers rifle, crouched
facing the narrow entrance to the
cellar. Jessie chung to the baby, for
Mrs. Hal, only dimly conscious, was
moaning by her husbands side. while
Lizette in silence was kneeling, watch
ing them with strange glitter in her
eyes. Suddenly she started, and with
hand to ear listened intently. Then
she sprang to an air port and
crouched there, quivering. Then again
the ground began to tremble under
the distant thunder of pony feet,
louder and louder every second. Again
came the rush of the Indian braves
but with it no exultant yell, only cries
of warning, and as this sound swept
over and beyond their walls. there fol-
lowed another. the distant, deep
throated trooper cheer, the crack of
carbine, the rising thunder of the cav
airy gallop, and then the voice of Ned
Lannion rang jubilantly over the dull
clamor.
up! Up, everybody! Thank God,
it's Dean and the boys!"
Long years after, in the camps and
stockades and the growing towns of
the far west that almost marvellous
vescue was the theme of many an
Yours talk. The number of men who
took part in it, the number of hardy
fellows who personally guided the
troops or else stood shoulder to shout.
der with Ned Lannion at the last tri-
umphant moment, increased so rapid.
ly with the growing moons that in
time the only wonder was that any.
thing was left of the Sioux. Official
records, however, limited the number
of officers and men engaged to Sc
lect few, consisting entirely of Lieut..
Loring, United States engineers;
Lieut.. Loomis, -th infantry; few
men from scattered troops, "pickups"
at Frayne and Emory, with Lieut..
Marshall Dean and SO rank and file
of company &C."
| Ioring, it will be remembered, had
taken small detachment from EN-
DRY and gone into the hills in search of
Burleigh. LOOMS, fretting at the fort,
was later electrified by most grudg-
ingly given order to march to the Lar
annie and render such aid as might be
required by the engineer officer of the
department. Dean, with only Is men
| all told, had dashed from Frayne
straight for the ranch, and, marching
all night, had come in sight of the
valley just as it was lighted afar to
the westward by the glare of the burn
ing buildings. 1--WE thought it was all
over" said he, as he lay there weak
and languid, few days later, for the
wound reopened in the rush of the
fight, "but we rode on to the Laramie,
and there, God be thanked! fell in with
LOOMS here and &C. troop, heading for
the fire. No words can tell you our joy
when we found the ranch still stand
ing and some 40 Sioux getting ready
for the final dash. That running fight,
past the old home and down the valley
where we stirred up Loring's be-
siegers and sent them whirling, too
why, I'D give fortune, if | had it, to
live it over again!"
But Loring, after all, had the most
thrilling story to tell-of how he
wormed clew to Burleigh's hiding
place out of captured outlaw and
beat up the party in nook of the
hills, nabbed the major asleep, but was
warned that all the Birdsall "outfit"
would rally to the rescue, and SO sent
a courier to Emory for &c" troop, and,
making a wide .detour to avoid the
gang, ran slap into the Sioux in the act
of firing Folsom's ranch. Then he had
to take to the rocks in the fight that
followed, and had desperate siege of
few hours, even Burleigh having to
handle gun and fight for his life. II
spotted him for coward that day We
stumbled on Red Clouds band up by
the Big Horn. You remember it, Dean.
thought him villain when learned
how he was trying to undermine you.
Time proved him thief and scoun-
drel, but, peace to his ashes, he died
like a gentleman, after all, with two
Indian bullets through him, and just
as the rescue came. He had time to
make full confession, and it was all
pretty much as suspected. The note
Dean picked up at Reno, that so STAN
peded him, told how a matchmaking
scoundrel was on his way to Emory to
expose him unless headed off by fur
ther huge payments. 1t was the fellow
who called himself Newhall."
1.-THE fellow who gave the tip to Bird.
Sails people," said old Folsom at this
juncture, raising bandaged head from
his daughters lap. ''Who was he,
really?"
"Burleigh knew all the time, and I
suspected the moment | heard Miss
Folsom's description, and was certain
the instant laid eyes on him. He was
a rascally captain cashiered at Yuma
the year before, and 1 was judge advo-
cate of the court"
"And Mrs. Fletcher" asked Pap.
poose, extending one hand to Jess,
while the other smoothed the gray
| c11r,s Of her fathers fOrehead