The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1901-01-04

erto the Indians had been fighting in
retreat or on the defensive, while now
they came as though confident of sue
cess; but there was soldier exultation
and something like savage JOY mingling
with the thrill of excitement.
"rhere's more behind those beggars,
sir" growled Conroy, veteran at In
dian work, but they'll sheer Off when
they get within 300 yards" On they
came, shields and lances dangling.
ponies on the keen jump, feathers and
pennons streaming on the wind. But.
Just as Conroy said, no sooner was
Bruce safely under cover and they felt
themselves drawing within dangerous
range than. fan-lile, they opened out
to right and left, and, yelling still like
fiends, veered in wide circle from their
line of attack, and ducking over their
ponies shoulders, clinging with one
leg to the upright part of the cantle,
they seemed to invite the fire of their
white foe--and got it. A daring fellow
in the lead came streaking slantwise
across the front. as though aiming &c
pick up the comrade lurking in the
rows carbine was the first to bark, fol-
lowed almost instantly by Deans. The
scurrying pony threw up his wall-eyed
head and dashed with his feathered tail,
evidently hit, but not checked. for un
der the whip he rushed gamely on un-
ill another bullet. whistling within
foot of his neck. warned the red rider
that he was far too close for safety,
for with hating gait the pony turned
and labored off the field, and presently
was seen to be staggering. Score one
for our side laughed the Irishman,
in glee. "Now's your time, sergeant"
But Bruce, reloading. was gazing
sternly at the distant knoll. The other
warriors, riding right and left, were
now chasing crosswise over the billowy
slopes, keeping up a fire of taunt and
chaff and shrill war cries, but never
again venturinG within 300 yards
never wasting "A shot.
81 thought So suddenly cried the
sergeant. They're signaling from the
knoll. They never woulbhave attacked
with so few, unless there were dozens
more within sight. Now's our time,
lieutenant. We can mount and ride
like hell to the timber-I beg your par
don, sir" he broke off, suddenly. 81
didn't mean to say what the lieutenant
should do"
mo apologies" laughed Dean, his
eyes swapping wi IN the vim of the fight.
"Glad you see the truth of what | said.
Come on. Mount quickly, men,"
Two minutes more and the entire
party of bluecoats were squirting swift
| ly northward up the winding gorge.
the pack horses numbering alongside.
Eagerly Dean and Bruce in the lead
looked right and left for n game trail
leading up the slope, for well they
knew that the moment their reinforce
ments came the warriors would dash
into the ravine and, finding their an
tagonists fed, would pursue along the
banks. 1t would never do to be caught,
in such a trap. A gallop of quarter
of mile and, off to the right branch
ravine opened out to higher ground.
and into this the leaders dove and.
checking speed, rode at the trot until
the ascent grew steep. Five minutes
more and they were well up toward
the head of the gulch and presently
found themselves nearly on level with
the hillsides about them. Here, too
were scattered pine trees and few
scrub oak. The timber. then, was close
at hand. Signaling halt to the climb
ing column, Dean and Bruce, spring
ing from saddle, scramblcdup the bank
to their right and peered cautiously
back down over the tumbling waves OF
the foothills, and what they saw was
enough to blanch the cheek of even
veteran indian fighters.
Far over TO the east, beyond an in.
teryeniug ridge and under the dun
cloud Of dust. the earth was black for
miles with herds Of running buffalo
Far down to the southeast, here, there
and everywhere over the land the
slopes were dotted with little knots OF
Indian braves-they could be nothinl
clsc--all riding like mad, COMING
straight toward them. Machpealotf
probably had launched his whole force
On the Trail Of the luckless troopers.