The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1906-11-17

they would pursue and Overtake him.
Then, even if they had no hostile in
tentions, his running from them would
be sure to bring them after him.
So he determined to go ahead and
trust to his usual good luck either to
outrm or outwiJ them. Without
slackening speed he rode on toward
them. He was armed, of course. 4
repeating rifle was slung across his
back ana a revolver and a knife were
stuck in his belt.
When they were within 200 yards Of
each other, the Indians stopped their
guns in their hands. Sam stopped
also and unslung his rifle. Perhaps
at this distance he might prove to be
the better shot and pick off one or
two of them if their bullets missed
him. Anyway, he much preferred to
fight with 200 yards between them and
he resolved to move no farther, but
wait for developments.
Meanwhile the Indians conferred
with each other for few minutes and
one of them signed for him to come
on. He promptly signed that he
wouldn't do it,
At this the redskins started toward
him, holding up their hands in token
of friendship But Sam was too shrewd
to be caught IN such trap-he knew
them too we'll His reply was shot
from his rife. and one of the Indians
tumbed off his horse.
The other two Immediately fired at
him. their balls whistling harmlessly
by him, but, nevertheless, Sam fell
from his pony to the ground, and lay
still in the long grass. The pony stood
like a rock, for Sam had thrown the
reins over his head.
All this time his enemies We're gal
Looping rapidly toward him, Another
shot from them would no doubt have
finished him-he dared not risK it
he must deceive them by ruse.
Would it succeed? 1t was a des-
perate chance, and as he lay there
thinking about it, and listening to the
tramp of the approaching horses who
will think it strange if he trembled a
little. brave as he was?
But he needed all his nerve, and he
pulled himself we'll together. got his
rifle ready, and raising his head and
shoulders, took deliberate aim at the
foremost Indian not 200 feet away,
and fired.
The savage fell, and another rider.
| less horse went bounding over the
plain. Quick as lightning Sam fired
again, this time at his last remaining
| foe, and horse and Indian both
| dropped.
Exulting in his easy victory. the
gallant young fellow leaped to his
| feet-to see the third Indian not dead,
as he thought, but running toward
him, gun at the ready. His horse had
been shot but he was unhurt.
Sam was astounded He was not
victor after all; on the contrary, he
now faced his greatest peril. This
flashed upon him as the Indian
stopped, raised his gun and fired.
A sharp, quick spasm of pain shot
| through Sans left arm, and it fell
| helpless to his side-the ball had
| shattered it, This made him drop his
rifle to the ground, but his GOODNESS
and courage did not leave him. The
gun had not fairly touched the grass
| before he had drawn his revolver and
| taken aim at the savage, but the lat
ter was equally quick with his gun.
! The two reports rang out as one, and
| both men fell.
Dudley was shot in the chest near
the left shoulder, and the shock
dropped him. He did not lose con
seriousness, however, and soon rose to
his feet ready to renew the fight But
this was not necessary. His last shot
had been fired from a distance Of
twenty PAGES, and it had gone straight
home.
The third and last foe was dead
Forgetting his wounds-thinking
only of his triumph over his would be
murdereIs, he whipped ont his knife
and took the scalp of the Indian he
had just killed. Then mounting his
pony, he dashed off toward San Juan
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