The National tribune., 1902-12-11
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right. Solomon was ahefd Of everybody
Junior was next behind Him; what cam'
next he didn't take the tune to know. Th'
bay was doing his best. sqFrom near ant
left came the noise Of pistol shots. 4
hundred yards ahead the ground seemed
there were two Of thep set in the road
the others having scattered. .. ~.
Now Junior was by 9Reiser's side.
was not certain that they, were gaining Of
the rebels. Halt! Halt"' cried Junior
his companion said never. a werd. bu
urged his horse forward. The German
had pistol in hand and his red cheek
glowed with the passion of the chase
Eighty yards divided pursucrs and pur
sued.
Keiser fired AT once a pistol shO
came back. The two rebels were SOM
distance apart; the ono IN the, rear wa
| the better mounted--a superb roam, whiel
| evidently would have distanced the Othe
| if the rider had urged on: he was placin,
himself between his enemies and hi
friend. Junior felt a thrill of admiration
for his foeman; he would not fire; he wa.
reserving his aim for closer quarters
he knew that it is mere accident to hit d
running mark with q running weapon
keiser continued to fire, the fleeing rebels
no longer responding; Junior. could see the
man on the roam horse draw his saber
The roam in few great leaps would
reach the side of the other, and then would
deliberately relax and +take place in the
rear. Slowly the pursuers were gaining
ground. A mile had already been made
Ke:s ers pistol had been emptied. and he
had not reloaded; to reload would have re.
quired slower speed. r-" I-o' q. y
Scott had forged ahead of the bay
Woods, fields, and houses had been pass
ed. Junior could see that the foremost
rebel was leaning heavily on the neck of
his horse, holding with both hands to the
name, and rocking from side to side. The
thing could last but few moments long
er. .--.-' .~.sE + -t.5tsHrr ''-'' - .
But suddenly the roam horse came to a
dead halt, facing the pursuers. The rider
had his carbine, and was raising it to his
shoulder. Steady the roam by the road
side. square in its tracks; steady the febel
horseman 40 yards away, his gun full
aimed and his finger on the trigger-aim
ing at Junior: Keiser 90 yards in the rear
and the wounded rebel gaining ground
The shot sped. Scott uttered Il fearful
cry and reared violently, tossing his beau.
tiful head. now streaming with blood from
the sensitive nostrils. Junior was MI,
horsed, and was almost stunned by his
fall. yet he clearly saw Keiser dash by
with uplifted saber; he saw the rebe
wave his sword, disdaining fight from q
single ,foeman. S. ,...t
Then the road became the ground of &
desperate conflict with cold. steel The
German had charged full at his enemy
who stood passive-but only for an in
slant passive; plunging his spurs deep il
the sides of the roam. Dan Morgan bound
ed forward to meet the shock instead oi
receiving it. But the momentum of thu
Morgan that either horsel swcrved slight
ly. bringing him to Keissar;;F1 = right, and too
lose for that doughty sbiaier to WELD az
effective blow. The G4rHian struck, bu
only his arm was felt. Eshe blade smith.
the air. Morgan's sabera had been aime,
to pierce, and with deadly purpose; ant
when he drew back theosteel was red
They turned, their horSssr, hoofs in air
their swords on guard. each leaning for
ward. Now Morgan saw1thit the Yankees
face was bleeding. and he shouted "Smr
render" yet delayed MOTTO strike. KeiseI
gave no verbal renly-the sabcrs clashed
the upreared horses piYsfing.
Morgan felt his right wrist Jared by
a terrible. shock-he clifnEed his saber Il
his left hand, and ngaia1 he came--ard
again the German valiantlY received him
blade against point Keiser's sword
glanced fiat from Morgnp's shoulder:
Dams again drew blood-this time from
the arm. In this rapid encounter places
had been changed: the roam was now be-
tween the German and his friends: in one
rapid glance Dan saw man on foot
fOurishing a pistol. running forward; he
knew that Joe Lewis was by this time in
safety: he turned his roam mare. and. de-
clining to pause raised his saber in salute
passed the German. and in another instant
was far down the road.
When Junior reached his comrade he
found him sitting stiff. his face to the foe
evidently staring at the rebels disappear.
ing.
Behind him Solomon heard the noise
made by Junior running forward: he
turned in his saddle, and the next instant
jerked his horse around and raised his
saber to strike at the new enemy; Junior
recOiled. h.
'Say, Keiser old man! What's got into
you nOw?"
The weapon was lowerrd. The Ger.
mans face was bloody-his eyes scarcely
to be seen.
''Py cholly. Morgan, you come nit me
upon yOOst like dat tam rep, und you make
me dink he come twice. We're did you put
your horses up. mein frent?'
my horse! God knows where he is
he put me down. Are you hurt much?'
'Gott in himmel! Nit die bloOt about
mine eyes see nOdings und know nod
ings after while. Vat you do nit die
horses?'
He was hit" said Junior, "and threw
me off. Where he is now. God knows
ANY bones broken. old man?"
"Mein GOtt, every bone is in mein body
already; vat you do nit die men?''
I'VE must get back Mt once, Keiser
there's no telling when the rebs will re
turn, and We IRE too far from help. Lei
me get up behind you.''
Back at the crossroads Junior found
his horse; the ball had just grazed his
| nostrils, inficting no serious wound but
causing intOlerable pain. The scattered
command was gathering. Two failed tc
| lreport-Wiliiams and Lancaster; there
| was one dead. The return to camp was
| not triumphant.
Admittedly Solomon was the hero OF
the day. His wounds were but slight, YET
one of them made him marked man. The
saber had split his eyebrow and covered
his right cheek with blood; he had re.
ceived also scratch on his forearm
Junior gave the German due praise for his
now showed for the butto the company
a newborn respect, veTXngrateful to its
object. -
''Py cholly, dis morgep, iwen das hat be.
kommen, eferypody spiHui for wight
now vat is dat you say, ny cholly! We're
is one man dat want s1ine more picket
skirmishl Dis morgen, poor Yake Erwen
vas a.ridin' yoost like Morgan, und dis
night he is colt. Und vyf,nyat is die goot
of Yake init ball insidef..'
War means DEATH" said Hanson
''Das is so" replied Solomon; "but vat
is der goot in yOost Won MANI"
You want more of us, killed?"