Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-08

by hostiles. Corp. WEIGH shot through left
side-serious Threw out skirmshers and
drove them off after some firing. and about
800 came suddenly upon Indian boy crouch
ing among rocks, who held up folded paper
which l have read and forward herewith.
We shall, of course, turn toward Snow
Lake, taking boy as guide. March at
a. m. Will do everything possible to reach
Wren time.
SigneO STOUT, Commanding"
Within was another slip, grimy and with
dark stains. And Humans voice well-nigh
failed him as he read:
November til.
&C. o. Camp Sandy:
Through a friendly Apache who was
with me at the reservation learned that
Capt. Wren was lying wounded, cut Off
from his troop and with only four of his
men, in a canon southwest of Snow Lake.
With Indian for guide we succeeded in
reaching him second night, but are now
surrounded, nearly out of ammunition and
ratlonS. Three more of our party are
wounded and one, Trooper Kent. killed. If
not rushed can hold out perhaps three days
more, but Wren sorely needs surgical aid.
(Signed) "BLAKELY"
That was all. The bugologist with his
one orderly, and apparently without the
Apache Yuma scouts, had gone straight
way to the rescue of Wren. Now all were
cut off and surrounded by willy foe that
counted on, sooner or later. overcoming and
annhllating them, and even by the time the
Indian runner slipped out (some faithful
spirit won by Blakely's kindness and hu-
mainly when acting agent, the defense had
been reduced just one-half Thank God
that Stout with his supplies and staIwart
followers was not more than two days
march away, and was going straightway to
the rescued
1t was nearly when Plume and his half
hundred came drifting back to the garrison,
and even then some few of the watchers
were along the bluff. Janet Wren, having
at last seen pale-faced, silent Angela to her
room and bed, with Kate Sanders on guard.
had again gone forth to extract such fur
Their information as Maj. Plume might have.
Even at that hour men were at work in the
corrals, fitting saddles to half dozen spare
horses-about all that Were left at the post
and Miss Wren learned that Col. Byrne,
with an orderly or two, had remained at
ArnoldS ranch-that Arnold himself with
six horsemen from the post, was to set
forth al 4, join the colonel at dawn, and to-
gether all were to push forward on the
trail of Stouts command, hoping to over
take them by nightfall She whispered this
to sleepless Kate on her return to the
house, for Angela, exhausted with grief and
Icing suspense, had fallen apparently into
deep and dreamless slumber.
But the end of that eventful night was
not yet. Arnold and his sextet slipped
away soon after o'clock, and about 80
there came a banging at the majors door.
1t was the telegraph operator. The wire
was patched at last, and the first message
was to the effect that the guard had been
fired on in Cherry Creek canon-that Prf-
vate Forrest was sorely wounded and ly-
ing at Dicks deserted ranch, with two OF
their number to care for him. Could
they possibly send a surgeon at once?
There was to go but Graham,
His patients at the post were doing fairly
well, but there wasn't horse for him to
ride. mo matter" said he, ''Tn borrow
Punch. He's needing exercise these days"
So Punch was ordered man-saddled and
brought forthwith The orderly came back
in ten minutes. Punch amt there SIR
said he. He's been gone over half an
hour"
Gone? Gone where? Gone how7' asked
Graham in amaze.
Gone with Miss Angela, SIR She sad
died him herself and rode away not twenty
minutes after Arnold's party left. The sen.
tries say she followed up the Beaver"
20 be continued Monday.l