The suburban citizen., 1902-08-23

impression was that Of a word having
tive g's in 1t.
1t was something less than year
after Ringo Joined down at the isolated
military post in far away New Mexico
that the Apaches broke loose. 1t was
the summer of 1881 and there was the
heat Of hades on the desert. The In
dian trouble was as hot as the weather
and it continued hot all through the
sos. Bingo was a Second Lieutepant
He had been two or three times
through the ceremony of the baptism
Of fire. One day his black troop struck
the reds in n place called curiously
enough, Cuchillo Negro.
There was fight on in just the time
that it took to cock, sight and pull the
triggeB of a Springfield carbine. The
Apaches We're behind the rocks anc
were covered completely by these the
best bulwarks that nature affords
When the troop had reached the mid
die Of little open space in front OF
the Apaches' fastness they were met
by a volley. 1t was death and nothing
else for the mounted men there in the
open, and a movement was made fol
cover until a pl of fight could be
arranged. In the meantime the ping
of bullets was constant.
At the first fire Of the red foe g
trooper had tumbled from the saddle
A comrade had sought to raise him
and carry him back, but he discovered
as he supposed that the man was dead
and that the great risk that he woulc
run during the time necessary to lift
him to the saddle and be off with him
was useless.
The supposedly dead man lay there
in the open. The troopers We're under
shelter, and while a conference was or
among the officers they kept up a fire
every time an Apache feather showed
above a rock. Suddenly the trooper
lying on the blistering sands midway
between the white and the red foes
was seen to move. The man was not
dead
From the right Of the troop a man
sprang into the saddle and without q
word spurred his horse straight on tc
the bullet-swept field. He was a black
trooper going to the rescue of bis
stricken comrade. The Apaches had
seen the movement Of the man lying
prone on the sand as quickly as had
his comrades. Twenty bullets went
straight to the mark. The fallen sol
der was dead before the black trooper
who would rescue him had reached his
side. The reds turned their attention
to the hero who was daring death foI
his fellow. They turned their rifles
loose at him. One shot killed his horse.
which rolled to the plain. Another
shot struck the rider in the shoulder,
and still another broke his leg, and he
lay there helpless, but getting what
cover he could from the body of his
fallen horse.
Just then another horse shot out from
the cover where lay the soldiers. Blngo,
tns Second Lieutenant, was on his
back. He spurred straight for the
wounded black hero. Apache shots
marked all his way. Blngo reached
the fallen man unscathed. He dis.
mounted, and to the music of singing
bullets he lifted the soldier to the sad.
die and then sprang to a place behind
him, and, putting the spur in deep
went back for shelter while the shots
formed a leaden frame about him.
1t was months afterward when BingO
met a former classmate "BingO," he
said, Il hear you made hero of your.
self and saved the life of niger"
There's mistake somewhere,
Jim," said Bingo. II saved the life
of a man" Edward r. Clark, In the
Chicago Record-Herald.