Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-05-31

band Of horsemen which at that moment
swung away from the main body and
came whirling hitherward
They ran down, and Guide Whitman,
as matter of precaution, was about to
rebind his prisoners, when, like shout
of victory, there came to his ears the I'M
mistakable cheer of white men.
"Hurrah!' cried Ned, tossing up his
hat and dexterously catching it upon the
end of his rifle.
what are you hurrahing at?" said
Guide Whitman. THAT may be the
cheering of Richmond's men, for can't
see them"
mo, faith. All, there it is again! Can't
you hear my fathers voice away above
them all? That's the Costello cheer. Mike,
Mike, you rascalr'
What is it, Ned?"
do you hear the father coming? Oh,
l can't stand this. Keep on guard, Mike
till | come back! Don't try to stop me,
boys" and before a hand could be rails
ed to stay him. Ned Costello, with his hat
still on the end of his rifle, dashed away.
He had not been gone minute when
the cheer burst out again, with redoubled
volume. Then came the thunder of hoofs
and the clatter of arms, and the jingle
of curb-chains ard spurs. What! an In
dian in their midst! 1t was Halpah-
Halpa the brave Halpah the gallant Nez
Perez.
Before the painting youth could say
word to the men who were wringing his
! hands, there was heard rush as of men
flinging themselves impetuously from
their saddles, joyous cries, and then Cos
tillo was hugging his sons. Jack Muir
was hugging every one, and score Of
stalwart rifemen were tossing their hats
into the air and cheering themselves
hoarse.
But what has become Of the people in
the caves?" asked Guide Whitman, when
Mr.. Costello became calm enough to reply
to his questions.
''Do you think I'd be after leaving them
unprotected?' asked the fiery old gentle
man.
well, sir, till last night / had nothing
to do but to court Mary and Nancy Muir,
for the two boys here-that's in the event
Of their coming out alive, which they've
done every time up to date, like true Cos
| tillos-"
but what occurred last night?"
'Halpah came for assistance, and while
l was selecting the men to be left behind,
for all wanted to go, what do you think
heard away up the mountain"
Il can't imagine, unless it be the cries
Of the Sioux-that has been the most ia
miliar sound of late"
mot bit Of it, but the cavalry bugles
of blue-clad troops"
THANK heaven for that!' exclaimed
Guide Whitman, and rings Of moisture
| formed round his keen, gray eyes, and
the glow of delight that came to his face
obliterated the powder marks, and once
| again he was strikingly handsome.
In answer to Mr.. Costillo's questions,
Guide Whitman told of the situation of
their unfortunate friends, who were still
in the hands Of the Sioux, and he point
ed to the five chiefs through whom he
hoped to effect an exchange. Then he
asked how many white soldiers had come
to the valley, and Mr.. Costello said:
"Oh, there's enough to beat all the In
dams in the mountains"
While Guide Whitman and Mr.. Costil-
10 were talking Bertram Leroy, with the
re-enforcements, was watching band Of
rapidly approaching horsemen. They
comprised the great body of Sitting Bulls
command bound for the Boiling Springs.
The horsemen soon discovered the
strength of the men in front, and dis
| mounting out Of range, and leaving
part of their force to care for the horses,
they circled round, skillfully taking ad-
vantage Of every inequality in the ground
from which to open fire.
They outnumbered the white men four
to one. There was no water and but lit
tie grass within reach, and Guide Whit
man soon saw that it would be fatal to
his command to remain there much long
err.
CTo be continued)