Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-07-12

rIble oaths that he would carry out the
generals orders at all hazards. and that.
since the persons they were ordered to
stop were only a few PAGES before them.
they ought not to retire until they had,
at least, attempted to perform their duty,
and that if his comrades were such cow
ards as to desert him, he would go on
alone at his own risk, certain that the
general would be satisfied with the way
IN which he had behaved
After declaration so distinct and
peremptory, any hesitation became i'm
possible, the more so as the horsemen
were rapidly coming up, and if the capa-
taz hesitated much longer he would be
attacked in the rear. Thus driven out of
MS last lntrenchment, and compelled
against his will to fight Carnero gave
the signal to push on ahead
But the poems had scarce started ere
three shots We're fired, and three men
rolled in the dust. The newcomers, in
this way, warned their friends to hold
their ground and that they were bring
ing help. The dismounted poems were not
wounded, though greatly shaken by their
1all, and unable to take part in the fight
their horses alone were hit, and that so
cleVeriy that they at once fell.
Eth, Ell J" the capataz said, as he gal
loPed on these picaros have very sure
hand. What do you think of it?"
Il say that there are still four of US
that is double the number of those wait
ing for us down there, and we are suffi-
cient to master them"
Don't be too sure, my good friend,
Zaragate, the capataz said with a grin
they are men made of iron, who must
be, killed twice over before they fall
The Tigrero and his companions had
heard shots anC, seen the poems bite the
dust.
There is Valentine" said the French
man.
Il believe So" Don Martial replied.
"Shall we charger?
Eyes"
And digging in their spurs, they dashed
at the poems.
Valentine and his two comrades, Bel
humeur and Black Elk (for the French
man was not mistaken. it was really the
hunter coming up, whom the Canadian
had warned) fell on the poems simulta-
neously with Don Martial and his COM
panion.
terrible, silent and obstinate strug
gle went on for some minutes between
these nine men; the foes had seized each
other round the body, as they were too
close to use firearms, and tried to stab
each other. Nothing was heard but an
CRY curses and painting, for what is the
use of insulting when you can kill?
The Zaragate so soon as he recognized
the hunter, dashed at him. Valentine,
although taken off his guard, offered
vigorous resistance; the two men were
entwined like serpents, and, in their eff
forts to dismount each other at last both
fell, and rolled beneath the feet of the
combatants who, without thinking of
them, or perceiving their fall, continued
to attack each other furiously.
The Zaragate, some years younger than
Valentine, and possessed of his full bod
lily strength, while urged on by the love
Of a rich reward, made superhuman eff
forts to master his opponent and plunge
his navajo into his heart.
Still Valentine felt that his strength
was becoming exhausted, the unexpected
resistance he met with from an enemy APP
parently so little worthy of him exasper-
ated him and made him lose his GOODNESS.
Collecting all his remaining vigor to at
tempt a final and decisive effort, he sue
cecded in getting his enemy once again
under him, and pinned him down but,
at the same moment, Valentine uttered
cry of pain and rolled on the ground
a horses kick had broken his left arm
The Zaragate sprang up with a tigers
bound, and bursting into yell of de-
light placed his knee on his enemy's
chest, at the same time as he prepared
to bury his navajo in his heart. Valen-
tine felt that he was lost, and did not at
tempt to avoid the death that threatened
him.
"Ah. nh ~ the Zaragate said with a
ferocious grin. Il hold my vengeance
a. length. accused Trail-hunter"
He did not complete the sentence
suddenly seized by his long hair, while
q knee. thrust between his shoulders, fore
ed him to bend back, he saw, as in
horrible dream, a ferocious face grinning
above his head With a fearful sroan he
rolled on the ground; knife had been
buried in his heart, while his scalp,
which was suddenly removed, left his
denuded skull to inundate with blood the
ground around.
Curumilla raised in his arms the body
of his friend. whose life he had just saved
once again, and bore it to the side OF the
road. Valentine had tainted.
The chief, so soon as he saw his friends
charge the poems, left his ambush, and
while careful to remain behind them, fol-
lowed to the battlefield. He had watched
eagerly the long struggle between the
hunter and the Zaragate; trying vainly
to assist his friend, but never able to
succeed. The two enemies were so en-
tvined. their movements were so rapid,
and they changed their positions so sud-
denly that the chief was afraid lest he
might wound his friend in attempting to
help him. Finally the Araucano bounded
like a wild beast on the Mexican, and
without hesitation scalped and stabbed
him with the agility Characteristic of
the redskins. and which he himself pos
sessed in so high a degree.
Almost at the same moment the horse
men also finished their fight. The poems
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