Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-02-06
alley back of his house two hours
ago. What does it all mean?"
CHAPTER XVII.

for hundred miles. Not bridge
remained along the Platte. Not a
ford was fordable within two days
march of either Emory or Frayne.
Not a courier crossed the Box Elder,
going either way, until the flood went
down, and, then it TRANSFERRED that a
tide in the affairs of men had also
| turned, and that there was trouble
| ahead for some who had thought to
find plain sailing. For two days
watchers along the lower Box Elder
dragged out upon the shadows the
| bodies of horses that once upon a
time might have borne the ~. S."
brand, but were not girthed with
| cavalry saddles now. Nor were there
lacking other bodies to prove that
the victims of the sudden storm were
not Uncle Sans men, much as two,
at least, of the drowned had been
wanted by the federal authorities but
! week before. What the denizens of
Gate City and Fort Emory dreaded
and expected to hear was that Dean
! and his little party had been caught
| in the trap. But, living or dead, not
| sign of them remained along the
storm-swept ravine. What most peo-
pie of Gate City and Fort Emory
could not understand was the evil
dence that a big gang of horse thieves,
desperadOes and renegades had sud-
denly appeared about the new town,
| had spurred away northward in the
night, had kept the Frayne road till
they reached the Box Elder, riding
hard long after sunup, and there, re-
enforced, they had gone westward to
the Sweetwater trail, and, old from
tiersmen though they were, had been
caught in the whirl of water at Can
on Springs, losing two of their num-
| her and at least a dozen of their
horses. What could have lured them
into that gloomy rift at such time?
What inspiration had led Dean out
of it?
Singly, or in little squads, many Of
them afoot, bedraggled, silent, cha
grined, the 'outft" described by
Trooper Carey had skunk away from
the neighborhoQd of the Box Elder as
soon as the storm subsidized. Solemnly,
as befitted soldiers, silent and alert
despite their dripping accoutrements,
the little detachment of cavalry had
pushed ahead, riding by compass over
the drenched uplands, steering for
the Sweetwater. Late in the after
noon the skies had cleared, the sun
came out and they camped in a bunch
of cottonwoods on the old Casper
trail and slept the sleep of the just
and the weary. Early next day they
fastened on, reaching the usually
shallow stream, with Devils Gate only
a few miles away, before the setting
of second sun. Here they Toasted
and rested WELL and before the dawn
was fairly red on the third day out
from Emory they were breasting the
turbid waters and by noon had left
the valley far to the south and were
well out toward the Big Horn coun-
try, where it behooved them to look
warily ahead, for from every ridge,
though far to the west of their prob
able raiding ground, Dean and his
men could expect to encounter scout
ing parties of the Indians at any mo-
ment. and one false step meant death.
The third night passed without
alarm, though every eye and ear was
strained. The morning of the fourth
day dawned and the sun soon tinged the
misty mountain tops to the far north,
and Dean saw before him an open roll
ing country, over which it would be i'm
possible to march without attracting
Indian eyes, if Indian eyes there were
within 20 miles. And with proper call
ton he ordered his men to keep in con-
cealment, horses grazing under guard
in deep depression near stream, men
doing soundly by turns until the twi-
light came, and then the stars-their
night lights for long, long march.
Dawn of the fifth day found them hud-
died in deep ravine of the southern
foothills, with Warrior Gap not 80 miles
away, and now, indeed, was prudence
necessary, for the faint light showed
the fresh prints of innumerable pony
hoofs on every side. They were close
on Machpealota's lurking braves.
Which would see the other first?
It must have been somewhere toward
five o'clock in the afternoon that Dean,
searching with his field-glass the sun
lit slopes far out to the east, heard the
voice of his sergeant close at hand and
turned to answer. Up to this moment,
beyond the pony tracks, not a sign had
they seen of hostile Indians, but the
buffalo that had appeared in scattered
herds along their line of march were
shy and scary, and old hands said that
that meant they had recently been
hunted hard. Moreover, this was not a
section favored of the buffalo. There
was much alkali and sage brush along
their trail, and only here and there in
scanty patches any of the rich, nutri-
tious bunch grass which the rowing ami
mails so eagerly sought. The day had
been hot and almost cloudless. The
simmer of heat along the lazy roll of
the land to the south had often baf1ed
their blinking eyes. But now the sun
was well to the west, and the refraction
seemed diminishing, and away over to
the northeast a dull-colored cloud
seemed slowly rising beyond the ridges.
TWAS this that Sergt. Bruce was study
ing when he murmured to his young
commander:
II think that means big herd on the
run, sir, and if SO Indians started
them" -:
= One or two troopers, doing close at
hand, sp rawled full length upon the
ground, with their faces buried in, or
hidden by their blue-sleeved arms,
slowly rolled over and came ,crouching
up alongside. Dean dropped his glasses