The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-04-10

Of bic would-bo-agnassln's yell echoed
down the gulch.
Up the trail he sped. There's only
one place for us, Roxy, and that's the
Caldron. The reds must have jumped
the reservation. I'll have TO hide you.
pet, IN the bushes, then. II cartsldges
hold out, we can keep them of
while. Curse them, they're eomlngl
Yell, you deyilsl Split your throatsl
There, Roxy, you stay there and don't
make a noise, or youll be wearing
another brand at rounding up time.
Good-by old girl" and he crawled IN
to a natural hollow on the top Of the
hill. Below him he could see the In
dams breaking cover. They had left
the trail and their ponies. and had
formed in a half-circle and were crawl
ing up
The Caldron was without cover
within a radius of two hundred yards,
not even a boulder. Burke unstrapped
his belt and loaded the magazine Of his
Winchester. He then took his Colt
from the holster and laid 1t beside the
belt.
"That1l be Of use when we get
thick" he murmured, and he popped
over the rim of the hollow and re-
ceived a salute Of yells and whizzlng
balls.
You're wild, friends l am afraid
you're loaded with SCOTS worst tan
glefoot, instead of your rifles with his
best powder" Every period of these
sentences was punctuated by a pull on
the trigger of his gun and a snap Of the
lever.
81 can hold out for some time, and
then when we close in-there, Snake,
that's for you-you're a mean one,
you are, and am glad knocked you
down last month! You 90 to the rear
and nurse that arm, young man, and
londshrdl ushrdl ushrdl ushrdlushrdlu
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more war parties bang!
A sudden redoubling of the yelling
far to his left caused Burke to turn
suddenly. The sound of a falling rock
swerved him around with the ejacula-
ton, Surrounded. by God!" He glanc-
ed through the sights on the barrel and
started at what he brought into range;
a gun barrel, and behind that an eye,
and that eye belonging to his worst
enemy. Robinson.
His heart seemed to beat a hundred
times before he droppsd the stock Of
his gun.
Get in here, Ed for Heavens sake,
and thank God you're here! | don't
mean that I want you to be killed,
but two Winchesters are better than
one, even if-look out, man, down!
They're getting the range. Lay there
till you get your wind"
How in the world"
"Shut up; don't talk. You'll have to
take my place in a little whlle!" He
peeped over the edge and fired three
times.
Robinson was beside him now, and
alternately they singled out their man
and let drive. Between the shots they
talked.
How did you get here, Curtis?"
'Been after goats"
you left suddenly"
yep; but what the dickens are you
doing here?"
Shooting Indians" and Robinson
smiled through the CRIME on his face.
Il left, Ed, because Margaret had
q know; that's why I'm here.
Curt"
did you leave because you thought
Peggy'd sent me away"
yep"
81 lit out for your sake, Ed" and
on the edge of that little hollow on
the hilltop the two men shook hands.
Below, the reds had ceased firing for
the moment, and all was still as
death.
Whatever happens, Curt, we're
here to stay together"
"Till death" answered Curtis.
A report rang out near them, and
Robinson fell backward
I'm hit, Curt, he said, quickly,
ooh, Lord!-where?" a red spot or
his shoulder showed the place.
Burke peeped over the rim. Five In
dams had tried flank move, and his
ready rifle just stopped them.
I'm done for, old chap" Robinson
crawled back and lay down on his
face.
NONSENSE! said Burke. you're
all right
mo, Curt, it's bad. I tell you what