The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-01

the bridge again. There was a commo-
ton there; a group of excited soldiers
around a slender figure, bareheaded,
gesticulating.
What's that hop o. my thumb up to
now" he muttered excitedly, and
raised his field-glass. by lingo,
Trying to cross the bridge, and it's
affrei''
For moment he knelt, his eye glued
to the field glasses, then with an angry
exclamation he turned toward the
floating rifle-smoke along the opposite
bank The chances were that he'd be
hit. and ne knew it. but he only NUT
tered pettishIy Young fool" and
started, STOPPING low, toward the
swaying knot of men at the bridge.
The chances were ten to one that he'd
be hit and he was, but he only
Strengthened up and ran on. The mimic
balls came whining about his head, the
blood ran down into his boot, and
filled it, so that he stopped as he ran
And after ali he was too late, for, as
he painted up to the bridge, far down
the covered way he saw the youngsteI
Speeding over the smoking rafters.
stop him." he gasped.
A soldier raised his rifle, but Cley-
more jerked it down.
Not that way" ne said, leaning bach
on MS SMOIu-
Along the dry timbered tunnel crept
the boy. for the fire was all about him
now. Once he fell, but rose again.
Has the mine been fired-the pow
der trail?" asked CleymOre, in a dull
voice.
| A soldier nodded and opened his
mouth to speak, but a deafening roal
| drowned his voice and gave Cleymor'
his answer.
rs that ALP" asked Cleymore again
as the smoke rushed skyward, and thu
| ground trembled and cracked beneath
! them.
lone more" said a sergeant CURLY
as Captain Murphy hurried up. TIT
whole further section of the bridge haC
/ crumbled into the torrent below. TIT
smoke swept through the tunnel, anC
when it lifted CIeymore caught
glimpse of a figure dragging itsel
back from the gulf ahead. The sol
diers saw it too.
He would CO. said one of them
as though speaking to himself.
CleymOre tore off his Jacket and hell
| it TO his face.
You can't do it," cried Murphy, nor
rified
Let go-I must, said Cleymor
quietly, cut the match, if you can"
The other mines are on fire. In tn
name Of God. CleymOre!" urged the en-
gineer officer. holding him back b,
both shoulders.
Damn you. Murphy, let me go,
cried Cleymore fiercely; "let go. ! say.
Il will not, Cleymore; we can't los
you for a fool of q boy
But it's woman." Toared Cley
more, wrenching himself free.
As he ran through the smoke-chOke
bridge, bright little flames shot frOn
the cracking timbeFs. and he felt tn
hot breath of the furnace underneath
And all the time he kept repeating a
he ran. I'm a fool I'm fool, it's a
up now; but he hurried on, shieldin
his face with his braided jacket, feelin
his way through the fiurries of smok
and sparks until a whirl of fam
blocked his way; and on the edge G
the burning depths he found what h
was looking for
She was very slender and light, i
her ragged uniform. and he lifted he
and wrapped his jacket about her heaC
Then he started back, increasing hi
speed as the black smoke relied u
from the planks under foot, but it wa
easier than he had dared dream of. fC
she revived and when Murphy lOOme
up in the gloom, and steadied theT
with an arm, he laughed aloud fror
sheer nervousness. Then a terrific~eY
plosion threw him on his face, ~
Murphy helped him up. and he seize
his burden again and staggered tOwaT
the hill where Keenan's guns were a
ready laundering, and the crack
{ crack-crackle of rifles echoed and re
echoed from rock to cliff
You're hit" said Douglas, as he ell
tered the entertainment.
I know it," said CleymOre, hastil
scanning the rifle pits. keep the me
under cover, DOuglas-what's UP
Wait, I'll be there in a second. Her
Pillsbury, take this wo-this officer [
my burrow and stay there until
Gomez
Douglas, lying close to the top of tt
breastworks, glasses leveled, began I
speak in a mOnotonOus voice: THE tW
: batteries have returned and are unlin
bering TO the west; they seem to hay
+. cavalry, too; a heavy column is mON
! ing parallel to the raiiroad-infantI
! and ammunition convoy; more infantI
coming through the cemetery; l ca
see more on the hill beyond; the ba
9 teries have unlimbered-look outr'
"DdEnr' shouted CleymOre, but Il
: shells sailed high overhead and plunge
into the muddy torrent of the Sout
Fork.
Keenan," he called. do you wal
volunteeTs?'
Not yet-damn the Texansr' bawlt
Keenan, through the increasing din.
r Douglas began, 'Cleymore, the
! are" and fell over stone dead.
CleymOre heard the minie-balls thu,
, thud! IS they struck the dead bod
half across the breastwork. and Ke'
nan, maddened by the bullets whiC
searched his dwindling files, bellOwC
, hoarsely, as one by one his gun
: flashed and roared, Nov! In Il
! name of God. lads, to hell with them
> Like red devils in the pit the car
noneers worked at their guns, loOmir
through the Internal smoke pa
: stripped to their waists. Keena
. soaked with sweat and black fro
o eyes to ankle, ragged like a fiend fro
squad to squad while his guns crackt
! and the whole hill vomited flame. ~
Thicker and bIacker rolled the smol
| from the battery emplacement, until
darkness reeled keenan, bowling f
volunteers and weeping over the 10
j of another gun.
Three left?" motioned Cleymo
= family with his lips.
s Three! Number -four dismount,
and all killed. send me some of yo
| infantry and the artillerym;
plunged into the blazing furnace agai