Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-12-05
Me = Flow Woman By ELEANOR GATES, Author of "The Biography of 0
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Il count coup-Red Moonr h
 cried.
 Howls from a watching band tha
 had been struck dumb
 "A coup, I-Red Moon. Come on
 you dogs--you that called me dog
 squaw! Come on, and $ warrior vii
 fight you, one by one."
 Before him more howis and blus ter of Uncapapa. Behind the voice again: Charley. Charley!'
 And now Red Moon leaped back t resume his stand. With his turning the band drew after sending shower of arrows.
 At the Throat he faced them again.
 "Bravesr' he laughed mockingly e'Dogs-that fight like dogs-a pacl; against one.'
 Now he shot, swift and unerringly Here one fattened. there another; il third broke his jaw upon a stone-tii from their midst flew the missile o' Big Ox hard driven, straight. Culver ing, it buried it's deadly point in Red Moons breast.
 Deafening whoOps echoed in the mar TOW canyon, drowning the hoof beats of nearing horse.
 Red Moon answered them He was swaying to and fro. like cypress limb fin a great wind. He lifted his face to the sky until his crimson scalp feather dropped, flung back his hair and clap ped palm to mouth in a warcry.
 Then his bow flew from his hand as his arms spread out-spread out as if seeking something upon which to lean He sank to his knees, chanting the death song of the Sioux.
 Charley, Charley" Ii was vail.
 Not his voice, but another's, an swered: Dallas. Where are you?'
 The Indians heard the call. Catching np wounded and dead. they fell back.
 Dallas. shielded no longer. yet for getful of danger and self, ran forward fo where Red Moon knelt Even as she reached him he could kneel no longer. He toppled sideways, then straight ened upon his back.
 But now the band was coming back toward Dallas, on their way to the Throat. Their purpose was thwarted. Before Dallas was reached a man blocked the narrow passage, and two revolvers barking staccato spread panic among them. They turned 10 the walls, looking for place to scale. From there came tramping and shouts, and they saw over them at either side ! a line of downward pointing guns Huddling together the center of q { complete surround, wounded and un- wounded cast aside their bows and flung up their hands in the peace sign. ! Give 'em hell, boys" screamed a ! trooper.
 But the trumpet interfered
 Close to the Throat was d group that had neither eyes nor ears for the cap ture. Here was the warrior Red Moon, calm faced. bearing his agony bravely. choking back even murmur of pain. Over him were Lounsbury and Dallas, bent for final look and word.
 The surgeon was beside them now, hastily examining. The shaft was not In the wound. It had fallen. But the poisoned barb remained. lie shook his head
 No use, John." he whispered and tiptoed away.
 Lounsbury leaned farther down. Charley" he said. you're going now. old man. Say. goodby to us"
 The Indian moved one hand feebly. Lounsbury understood. He lifted md shook il gently Brave Red Moon" he said. Dallas could not speak to him. but 'he, too. shook him gently by the land.
 He settled his head upon Louns- ,urys arm as a child might have done. . Then he looked up at Dallas. Friend , friend" he whispered softly. smiled , md with the touch of the sun on his lpturned face he slept.