The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-08-14

whence they came, evidently expect
Ing refreshments. Monkman and
Portelance, who had kept their eyes
steadily fixed on the redskins as they
rode to Join their friends. said:
Twenty-Five. Twenty-nine and
eight are thirty-seven. Pretty good
odds against us, eh, Mr.. Bruce?"
After the two parties had Joined
forces they held short parley in
which they too arranged their plan of
attack. Headed by gigantic Indian,
hldeous In war paint and mounted on
superb white mustang, the party
cantered down to within long rifle
shot. then split, one half riding to
the right and one to the left, going at
hard gallop around and around the
"stand-off," giving now and then the
most hair-raising whoops as they rode.
Monkman and his party were now
all prepared for the charge which they
knew would soon be made. The big
Indian now drew rein and the others
did likewise. close about him.
AS 1t was still light enough to fol-
low every movement of the savages.
Monkman could afford to have all his
party on the side where It was evil
dent the attack was to be made.
There they come" cried Charlie
Prince, and they were coming indeed.
They put spurs to their horses from
the very first and came at the ascent
at q maddening gallop. Like the
gorilla that emits paralyzing cries
when 1t makes an onslaught, SO did
the Indians as they rode at the little
body of defenders. But their wells had
no effect.
They came to within sixty yards
OF the circle before Monkman gave the
word to fire. What execution cannot
SIX cool. determined men do with good
rifles In their hands and at close
quarters? The six rifles belched out
their missiles of death, and before. their
echoes had died away six other bullets
were sped on their unerring way. The
result of these two volleys was ter
rifle. A pile of dead and wounded
Indians lying in heap, and frantic
horses careering down the hill. Most
OF the Indians turned and fled, only
the leader and five or six others stood
irresolute for a moment and then de-
livered their fire into the barricaded
enclosure where they knew the white
men to be.
The excitement of battle got the
better of Mr.. Bruce at this moment
and he unnecessarily exposed his per-
son. 1t was at this moment that the
Indians delivered their fire and Mr..
Bruce was seen to drop his rifle and
fall back. No time could then be
spared to see if he was dead or only
wounded. because after firing the
handful of determined Indians were
trying to push their horses to a closer
range. This last desperate effort on
their part resulted in their almost
total determination, for again the
rifles poured out their death messen-
gers, and only the chief and one other
were left in their saddles. AS these
two turned and made all possible
speed out of range, Monkman, whose
blood was now up, cried: "Give them
a parting shot, boy; shoot the beggars,
shoot" AS a result of this last fire
the Indian who rode a few yards in
front of the chief. dropped from his
saddle. Then quicker than it takes
to write it, the chief, as he rode past
the PROSTATE form of his warrior.
reached down and seized the man by
the collar of his hunting shirt and
without checking the speed of his