The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-11-25

putation going on in that savage
council to the north. Stabber's
braves and Lame VOLTS followers
seemed bitterly at odds, for old
hands in the fast-growing rifle pits
pointed out on one side as many as
half dozen of the formers war
riors whom they recognized and
knew by sight, while Ray, studying
the shifting concourse through his
glasses, could easily see Stabber
himself raging among them in vio-
lent alteration with a tall, superb
ly built and bedizened young brave,
sub-chief, apparently, who for his
part, seemed giving Stabber as good
as he got. Lame Wolf was not in
sight at all. He might still be far
from the scene, and this tall warrior
be acting as his representative. But
whoever or whatever he was he had
hearty following. More than three
fourths of the wrangling warriors
in the group seemed backing him.
Ray, after a few words to Sergt.
Winsor, crawled over beside his 81
lent and absorbed young second in
command, and, bringing his glasses
to bear, gazed across low parapet
of sand long and fxedly at the tur-
bulent throng 1000 yards away.
Its easy to make out Stabber,"
he presently spoke. Zone can almost
hear that foghorn voice of his. But
who the mischief is that red villain
opposing him? I've seen every one
of their chiefs in the last five years.
All are men of 40 or more. This fell
low can't be a big chief. He looks
long years younger than most of 'em,
old Lame Wolf, for instance, yet he's
checking Stabber as if he owned the
whole outfit" Another long stare,
then again: "Who the mischief can
he Beg"
No answer at his side, and Ray,
with the lenses still at his eyes, took
no note for the moment that Field
remained so silent. Out at the front
the excitement increased. Out
through the veil of surging war
riors, the loud-voiced, impetuous
brave twice burst his way, and
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his superb poise and gesturings, to
be urging the entire body to join
him in instant assault on the
troops, and hurting taunt and
anathema on the besieged. Whoever
he was, he was in veritable fury.
AS many as half of the Indians
seemed utterly carried away by his
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and gesticulation and brandishing of
gun and lance, were yelling appro-
baton of his views and urging Stab
ber's people to join them. More fu-
rious language followed and much
dashing about of excited ponies.
Have you ever seen that fellow be-
FORE" demanded Ray, of brown-eyed
Sergt. Winsor, who had spent life
time on the plains, but Winsor was
plainly puzzled.
81 can't say for the life of me, SIR"
was the answer. 81 don't know him
at all-and yet"
whoever he is, by Jove," said Ray,
''he's a bigger man this day than
Stabber, for he's winning the fight.
ANoW, IL TIC ouly 1SduS the QaSH as
he does the debate, we can pick him
Off Who are our best shots on this
front?' and eagerly he scanned the
few faces near him. "Webber's tip
top and good for anything under 500
yards when he isn't excited, and
Stoltz, he's keen, cool one. No.
not you, Hogan" laughed the com
ms Il nl
popped his head up over nearby
parapet of sand, and grinned his de-
sire to be included. I've never seen
the time you could hit what you
aimed at. Slip out of that hole and
find Weber and tell him to come here
and you take his burrow." Where
upon Hogan, grinning rueful acquies-
slid backwards into the stream bed
and, followed by the chaff of the
three or four comrades near enough
to catch the words, went crouching
from post to post in search of the
desired marksman.
'Gou used to be pretty sure with
the carbine in the Tonic Basin when
wv "SAc .leSi APdcHeS, sergeant,
continual Ray, again peering through
the glasses. I'm mistaken in this
fellow if he doesn't ride we'll within
range, and we must make an exam
pie of him. | want four first-class
shots to single him OUT
"The lieutenant can beat the best
| ever did. SIR" said Winsor, with a
lift of the hand toward the hat brim,
as though in apology, for Field, silent
throughout the brief conference, had
half risen on his hands and knees
and was edging over to the left, APP
parently seeking to reach the shelter
of little hummock close to the
bank.
why, surely, Field" was the quick
reply, as Ray turned toward his Jun
ior. THAT will make it complete"
But frantic burst of yells and war
whoops out at the front put sudden
stop to the words. The throng of
warriors that had pressed SO close
about Stabber and the opposinr ora