The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-06-16

u re 1o-se were 1l-Ts - r1e gal1sesi
Wig 81 t-s g1re4lMg air. TIE nervozs
F-g u tls horse brs1sht Dawar'i
trained eTss 70 ths czrse-tav 70 army
Eorse t-r-s aside Eave for some god
reason
Damer saw F-sH bezt1z Gown q.
fise br1Les TIE faint lupress.on q 81.
aAesa Acqfa an1 fae r9otng ng 81 earth
that ev.1eneal q rtrEggie
as l1taiflon painted IL lns-snt DC.
fuEs ~ Ais min1s err. CerDnsrno and
ks3 band lad again cut the trait for
Mexioo- Ore d ihs Indian scouts had
preye4sed the other from giving hin
the Warning The struggle pr0veG that.
Tie igyai Indian was lying somewhere
u tie bns1es TIE Other one was
hidden. yeafy 10 klM Damer should he
Defray the fact that be had noticed the
crossing trail
Damer Ggatened The bride reIna He
said. aiput. and calmly. go Oh. Dick
WHAT'S the matter with your
A glance 10 the right and left. a Ie<,r-
ening of the carblne In tie boot. and
Damer siowly dismourted. A. be
brsled himself with the csneh. he cut
Two strips from she lafigo strap. slowly
and with much care Rern0unting. be
slipped the button from his pistol hol-
ster- Dirk 5ogged along. and Daner.
IN The saddle, rode with the air IL ,
man longing Tor sleep.
An Indian appeared On the tran, with
biz 'ions totii~ glung across hlg arm.
Tie hammer was ~ full cork.
a falze moye-an inkling II what had
gone bef0re-and Damer would hare
flIed the buzzsrd maws. and Geronimo
would have gained smother recruit.
Bat the soldier was merely duly
curious.
"Heiloa. Pretty, Where's Big HeadF''
big Headg Him down that way.
Mebbe not III today. Saw deer"
"Ail right then; you trot ahead.v
The Indian swung around on the BAH
of bis foot--ihe mOccaEin right about
and advanced again, reassured.
Damer sank both rowels Ia Dicks
side. Az the frenzied jump Of the
horse carried him 10 the trailer be
brought down the butt Of his pistol
nightly on petty's head. A Jerk Of
the bride, Jwift diSmounting. and.
10 moment, Pretty's hands were be-
hind him.
Az Pretty was assisted to bis feet. he
slowly grinned at bis captor. The
primitive man had asserted himself.
Despite Of four years Of careful school
ing, and long minglIng with the differ
ent environment the Indian had come
back 70 his own. Damer understood,
and he answered the mIrthless, sIgnih-
cant smile:
You bet You've fooled a heap Of
not your Uncle Dudley"
They started on the back trail.
4 knew you were laying for me and
-- 90 on, blast your
Pretty made a small show OF protest
Ing.
"You savcy, Damers Court martial
FOR hitiin' IDjun. What's the matter?
You locoF7
Court martial, It'lI mean hanging |
Tor you, II ] don't kill you myself. |
Here's how it reads: Trail discovered
By two Injuns. One Of 'em-and It's
not you-honest enough to give me the
Up. You XIII him; and you'd have
silled me. Now, you show me what
you've done with him"
Indian and soldier slowly Travelled
he back trail
Now then, Pretty: here we are"
Damer dismounted. united his larlat.
'ut the straps from the Indians hands
nd, leveling bis forty-fYe, added: "Go
iheadl Bring him out
mo monkeyin'l You know me! An
'ther move like that, an thereIl be one
ess InJun to eat Government beans.1
There was a little brush Of mesquite
where they had halted. Pretty had
ast a cunning, stealthy glance at
)amer, to see whether the chance OF a
udden bolt would avail No! There
vas glin. in the gray eyes that looked
i'm sqnarely in the face, and a nervous
Of the lips which, with the
areless Western method Of handling
,olts, caused him to change his mind.
he soldier had the snapshot habit
o looking over the sights, no aim
aiken; yet when you glance, the ugly
luzzle seems to be covering all parts
your anatomy at one time. Pretty
oted the signs shrewdly. Like a wise
indian, he parted the bushes and
lided away from the trail.
There had not been much Of a strug-
lea downward blow from the butt
nd Of rife while Big Head was ex-
mining the trail, a swift binding Of
ands and feet, and the dragging Of
Is body into the bushes. There he lay 4
ow, dead. HIS face was upturned TO I
be beating sun, mouth agape. eyes
istended, and bloody marks where the q
ruel thongs had cut his flesh. Pretty. I
the body's side, began a protest.
"Damer / not kill him. I only bit. {
ghat the natter I not know"
"Kllied himself. ehg Bloomln' magi- I
an he must have beenl Pick him M. v
" son, and drag him out to Dick. p