Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-05-29

their arms, every man of them darted
away into the woods. They knew we'll
what would be their fate could we open
communication with the cavalry.
Not moment is to be lost" cried
to my command. THAT bugle call was
an order to halt. We must catch the
soldiers before they start again."
Gathering the guns and putting half
a dozen cartridges that remained in
my pocket, we all left the fort that had
served us so well and started down the
declivity. Without the inspiration of
those bugle notes we could scarcely
have crawled away. Now we not only
walked. but walked rapidly. Once past
the flanking rocks we turned to the
made straight for the road. led, and
SO great was my anxiety to get the
others forward that I was constantly
getting ahead of them. I saw that
Buck was tagging, and I started back
to help him when Helen stopped, took
him up in her arms and threw him over
her shoulder. He kicked so vigorously
at this indignlty that Helen put him
down, and, his fury lending him
strength, he Mt once took the lead be-
side me. We hurried on, now and
again looking back to make sure that
we were not followed, climbing over
rocks. through ravines, around project
ing points. l directing the course to-
ward the spot where l had seen the
passing troopers. We had traversed
half the distance when there came an
other bugle call. 1t was the order
"Forwardv'
I could not represS an exclamation Of
chagrin. I knew the guerrillas heard
oil we heard, and this last bugle order
would probably arrest their flight and
bring them back after us.
Gomez l cried. 1--WE are still in
peril"
dashed on for short distance, thea
turned and cast a glance behind me.
Helen was marching firmly. Jack was
staggering. AS I looked she pitched
forward and fell. Before I could reac,.
her Ginger had picked her IN AZ!
gathering her limp body in IT,, 81. ais.
her head resting Oh his shoulder. car.
ried her on. The burden, so precious to
the faithful old slave, seemed to give
him fresh courage, and he pushed on.
though with tottering steps.
"Pn relieve you presently, Ginger"
! said. Hold out as long as you can"
We came to a depression. in the CEN
ter OF which ran a mountain stream. The
descent and the ascent on the opposite
side were both rocky and covered With
o thick growth Of low timber and diff.
fcult to pass. I glanced hastily to the
right and to the left, but, seeing no bet.
ter passage, plunged down the decliv-
ity. Buck was now sticking to me like
q leech, Helen was just behind, while
q hundred yards back Ginger stagger.
ed along with Jack. l waited n mo.
ment for him to come up and then led
the way into the ravine, intending to
take his burden from him when we
had passed the stream. Once at the
creek, we waded across. In the mid.
die Ginger stumbled and dumped his
burden into the water.
The effect on Jack was marvellous.
The cold water brought q reaction
which. If not pleasing, was at least
beneficial. She flew into q towering
passion at Ginger for dropping her and,
when I attempted to take her up, gave
me a box on the ear that made it tin
gle. Dripping, she dashed up the rise
In the ground, stOrming as she went,
nvHA IA T..
Pushing through level wooded
space, we soon came to the road. A
bugle ahead sounded the order to trot.
Scarcely had its echoes died away
when from the direction of the outlaws
deserted camp came shrill whistle.
''The guerrillasv I cried. 1T is now
. race between life and DEATH"