The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-07-06

the wagon. outen immediate reach; thar
y stands. a certain a prey to that Apache
with the lance as he's likely TO go up
aginst doorin the whole campaign. Why,
I'm a pickup. I remembers my wife an
babies. an sort O. says "Good-byt' 10 'em.
for I'm as shore Of my finish as I am OF
the hills an the SHOWS beneath nv feet.
However, since It's all I can do. I contin-
yoos TO smoke an watch my execootionsrs
come on.
h big lance Injun. It looks like, is the
dominatin' sper!t OF the bunch. As he
draws Up to inches nifty foot in advance
OF the others-he makes his lance SILVER
from pint TO butt 1t fairly sings a death
songi
LAS I gazes. I can feel II go through an
through me a score OF times: but 1 stands
thar facin' him for. nacherally. I wants II
70 go through from the front. I don't pro-
pose to be picked up later with anything SO
Questionable as a lance wormed in my
back a would be onprosessionable!
You Understands that what now re-
Quires minutes In The recital don't cover
seconds as a play. TIL lance Iniun runs Up
10 within a rod OF me an hats. His arm
goes back for a mighty cast Of the lance.
the wsepon vibrant with the very sperit Of
hate an malice. His eyes. through a fringe
OF hair that has fallen over EN-. CLOVIS ont
Ike a cats ey-s IN the dark. We stands
thar stl putin my pipe, he with his
1AANE - VIC AAOA III CdEn
an that paint-daubed bucki I can't say
whatever IS his notion Of me. but on my
side I never beholds a savage who appeals
TO me as a more disgustin' pictured
LAS ! looks him over. q change takes
place. The fire IN his eyes dies out. his
face relaxes its froclty an after standin' for
q moment an as the balance OF the band
arrives he turns the lance, over his arm an
with the butt presented. surrenders IL into
my hand. You can gamble I don't lose no
time In arguin' the question, but accepts
the lance with all that II implies. Bringin'
the weepon 10 a Right Shoulder an with
my mind relieved. l gives the word to my
mule-sknner-vho's unconscious OF the
transactions in life an death goin' on be-
hind his back-an' with that. We-all takes
Up our march an soon comes up on the
escort wnere it's ag'in fixed firm in the
snow about a furlong TO the fore. My
savageS follows with me. an each OF 'em as
grave as squinch owls an tame as tabby
cats.
joker No. Them Apaches was as hos
tile as gila monsterSi But beholdin' me, as
they regyards it-fOr they don't In their on
taught simplicity make allowance for me
bein' implanted In the snow. gunlesS an
he'plsss-so plumb brave. awaitin' deestruc-
zion without a CULVER, their admiration
mounts to sech heights II browns within
'em every thought OF canceiin' me with that
lance. an tharupon they pays me their saw
age compliments in manner an form dee
scribsd- They don't Regard themse'fs as
sUTrsnderin'. neither: they esteems passan'
ne the lance as inRuguratin' a armstice an
looks on themse'fS as guests an onder my
safeguard. free 10 say How an vamos
back to the warpath ag'in Whenever the
sperit Of blood begins 70 stir within their
breasts I saveys enough OF their ways to
be IOsted as to what they expects; an
beiu'. I hope. a gent OF honor. I accedes to
EN- that exact status which they believes
they enjoys
they travels with me that day. eats
with me that evenin' when we make our
camp. has a drink with me all round, sings
savage hymns TO ne throughout the night.
loads up with chuck In the mornin'. offers
ne 10 end Of fattery as a dead game gent
WHOM they respect. says ADDS. an then
they scattsrs Ike a dock OF quail. Also,
haviu' resoOmed business on old-time lines,
they takes divers shots at US with their
wIuChesters doorin' the next two days. an
kills a boss an creases my sergeant. Why
don't I corral an hold EN- captive when
they're IN my clutch? II would have been
brealSin' that tscit trooce as Intuns an I
understands sech things; moreover. they let
ne go free without conditions when l wass
loser by every rooIe Of the game"
Copyright. I-2. by p II. Russell