The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1901-07-25

moaning by her husbands side, while
Lizcttc In silence was kieeling, 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
crouchcd there, quivcring. 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 IL no cxulinnt 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
carbinc, the rising thunder of the cav.
airy sallop, and then the voice OF Ned
Lnnnion 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
Nescuc was the theme Of many an
yours talk. The number of men who
took part in IL, the number Of hardy
fellows who personally guided the
troops or else stood shoulder to shoul-
der with Ned Lannion nt the last ,ri-
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.
lcct few, consisting entirely of Lieut..
Loring, United States engineers;
Lieut.. Loomis, --th infantry; "A few
men from scattered troops. "pickups"
at Frayne and Emory, with Lieut..
Marshall Dean and so rank and file
of company &C"
Loring, IL will be remembered. had
taken small detachment from En-
ory and gone into the hills In search OF
Burleigh. Loomis, fretting at the fort,
was later electrified by most grudg-
ingly given order TO march to the Lar
annie and render such aid ms 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 tho
valley just as IL was lighted afar to
the westward by the glare Of the burn
ing buildings. 1--WE thought IL was all
over" said he, ns he lay there weak
and languid few days later, for the
wound reopened in the rush of tho
fight. but we rode on to the Laramie.
and there, God he thanked! fell in with
Loomis here aud &C. troop, heading for
the fire. No words can tell you our Joy
when we found the ranch still stand
ing and some 30 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. Id give fortune, IL had II, TO
live 1t over ngain!"
But Loring, after all, had the most
thrilling story to tell-of how he
wormed cicw to Burleigh's hiding
place out of captured outlaw and
beat mp the party in n nook of the
hills, nabbed the inajor asleep, but was
warned that all the Birdsall outfit"
would rally TO the rescue. and so sent
n courier to Emory for &c" troop, and,
making wide dctour TO avoid the
gang, ran slap into the Sioux in the net
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 u coward that day We
stumbled on Red Clouds band up by
the Big Horn. You remember IL, Dean.
thought him villain when learned
how he was trying To undermine you.
Time proved him u thief and "a scoun-
drel, but, peace To his ashes, he died
like u gentleman, after all. with two
Indian bullets through him. and just
as the rescue came. lie had time 10
make full confession, and IL was all
pretty much as ! suspected. The note
Dean picked up ut Reno, that 50 s,am-
pedcd him, told how blackmailing
scoundrcl was on his way to Emory 10
expose him unless headed OF by fur
ther huge payments. II was The fellow
who called himself NewhalI."
"Thc fellow who gave the tip to Bird
sails pcoplc?" said old Folsom at this
juncturc. raising II bandagcd head from
his daughters lap. "Who was he,
rcally?"
"Burlcigh knew all the time, and
suspected the moment heard Miss
Folsom's description, and was certain
the instant laid eyes on him. He was
n rascally captain cashiered AT Yuma
the year before, and was judge ad,o-
cate OF the court"
And Mrs. Fletcher" asked Pap
poosc, extending one hand to Jess,
while the other smoothed the gray
cur!s Of her fathers forehead.
Mrs. Fletcher was his deserted wife,
one OF those women who have known
better days"
The ranch Is still there. or was 20
years ago, but even then the Sioux we're
said 10 raise more hair in the neigh
borhood than Folsom did cattle. The
old trader had been gathered to his
fathers, and Mrs, Hal To hers, for she
broke down utterly after the events of
'Gs. Neither rappoosc nor Jessie cared
To revisit the spot for some time, vet,
oddly enough, both have done SO mure
than once. The first time its chronicler
ever saw II was In company with stall
wart young captain Of horse and his
dark-eyed, beautiful wife nine years
after the siege. Hal met us, n shy, ST.
lent fellow, despite his inches. Among
OF her things" said he "Iicut nnd Mrs