Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-03-20

OUT WIN IL no eNulCanC 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 gallop, and then the voice of Ned
Lannion rang jubilantly over the dull
clamor.
up! Up, everybody! Thank God,
it's Dean and the b0ys!" :
Long years after, in the camps and
stockades and the growing towns of
the far west that almost marvellous
Sescuc was the theme of many an
hours 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.. LOOMS, til infantry; few
men from scattered troops, "pickups"
at Frayne and Emory, with Lieut..
Marshall Dean and 50 rank and file
of company &C."
Loring, it will be remembered, had
taken small detachment from En-
DRY and gone into the hills in search Of
Burleigh. Loomis, fretting at the fort,
was later electrified by a 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, a 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, Id give a fortune, if 1 had it, to
live it over again!'
But Loring, after all, had the most
thrilling story to tel!-of how he
wormed a 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
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
a few hours, even Burleigh having to
handle gun and fight for his life. Il
spotted him for coward that day we
stumbled on Red Clouds band up by
the Big Horn. You remember it, Dean.
I thought him villain when I learned
how he was trying to undermine you.
Time proved him thief and a 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 I suspected. The note
Dean picked up at Reno, that so stam-
peded him, told how a Matchmaking
scoundrel was on his way to Emory to
expose him unless headed off by fur
Their huge payments. 1t was the fellow
who called himself Newhall."
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 I heard Miss
Folsom's description, and was certain
the instant laid eyes on him. He was
rascally captain cashiered at Yuma
the year before, and I was judge advo-
cate of the court"
''And Mrs. Fletcher?" asked Pap
poose, 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 were
said to 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
'6s. Neither Pappoose nor Jessie cared
to revisit the spot for some time, yet,
oddly enough, both have done so more
than once. The:first time it's chronicler
ever saw it was in company with stall
wart young captain of horse and his
dark-eyed, beautiful wife nine years
after the siege. Hal met us, shy, si4
lent fellow, despite his inches. among
oCAo1 tAlASs, sdlo Ae, Lieut.. ana MrS.
LOOMS are coming next week. I wish
you might all be here to meet them" ;
II KNOW said Mrs. Dean, 1--WE arctic
meet at Cheyenne. But, Hal, where's
your wife?''
He looked shyer still. 'She don't
like to meet folks unless .*>'-* >>E.s.
There's no unless about it, Z said the
lady, with all her old decision, as she
;sprang from the ambulance, and pres
emily reappeared, leading by the hand
reluctant, yet not all unhappy, Lizette.