Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-11-01

one tneTC- INO OIle hIle" just "ioS .
meant. But even the Indians were no
proof against the prevailing commo
ton. Iron Nation started forward.
'Injun take guns now!" he cried.
Scarcely were the words out Of hi!
mouth than he and the others Of his
color made a rush toward the stacked
weapons.
But they were destined to meet witt
a paralyzing surprise.
Two men rose from behind the rocl
with guns leveled full in the faces Of
the Indians. These two men were
Dare and Higgs, who, at the time the
order to relinquish the weapons hao
been given, had hid themselves there
Perhaps It is as we'll not to inquire
too closely into their motives, as the
result was so eminently satisfactory.
The Indians, taken utterly by sur
prise, recoiled, and, as they did so, the
blankets fell from them showing that
underneath they were fully armed.
With yells Of execration at this per-
fidy, the soldiers. awaiting no order
leaped forward and recovering theil
guns, pointed them menacingly at the
redskins.
The latter, overpowered by numbers
did not dare to move a finger in the
face of what would have been certain
death.
'Disarm Them" cried Colonel Gray
in a voice Of thunder.
The order was instantly obeyed, and
In the twinkling of an eye. the mis-
erable dogs were deprived Of theil
arms and became prisoners In the
hands of those they had planned to
capture.
Now the beating of hoofs, punctu-
ated by shots, sounded closer and
closer. And in another instant steed
covered with foam, with one fina'
hound up the incline, galloped into the
midst Of the camp.
It's rider flung himself from the sad
die and with outstretched hand waved
a paper toward the colonel.
From Crook" he gasped, and then
staggered back exhausted against the
noble horse who had borne him thus
safely through peril after peril.
"By Heaven! sir, you are a brave
mani" cried Colonel Gray, snatching al
the dispatch.
Quick as mortal fingers could act
he tore it open and read aloud:
Recognize no flag of truce. 1t Is
a sympol Of treachery and death. Hold
out to the last. Relief is coming.
Crook"
Swiftwind's words had arrived in
time, but not a moment too soon.
Even as the colonel finished bugle
rang out clear and thrilling below, a
sound that announced that succor had
come.
It's clarion tones were answered by
wells from the savages below, those
fiends who had been thirsting for the
blood Of the little party above them fol
many long day.
But now at last retribution hao
come, and their devilish desires were
not to be granted.
With shot and sabre cut, Crooks
brave men charged upon them, and
the redskins, taken by surprise, and
always cowardly under such circum-
stances, fled in all directions.
The combat was short but decisive.
Again the thrilling notes Of the bu-
gle cleft the air.
With a wild, victorious cheer. an
swered by one no less hilarious from
the soldiers on the plateau above, the
cavalry swept up the hill.
Horton was one of the first to GRASP
Colonel Gray's hand.
Thank Heaven, we're in time!" ne
cried breathlessly, and then his eyes
swept from one to another, until they
met those of Helen Dare fixed upon
him with an expression that told him
all that he wanted to know. and which
seemed at once to raise him to the very
gates of Paradise itself.
yes" exclaimed Colonel Gray
trembling all over with relief and joy
But" glancing about him. "if the dis
patch had been a moment later wee
have been in the hands Of the enemy
1.-The Dispatch" echoed Horton, ir
surprise, unable to understand.
"Yes." cried the colonel, enthusias-
tically, brought through that chasn
of death by the bravest man under the
Northern Lights!"
who is he?"
And then Wallace Gray, pale witt
emotion, was led forward by Lieuten'
ant Charlie Sherwood.
do you know him, colonel?'
The colonel gave one look into the
face so like his own. and then his arms
opened.
Wallace threw himself into them
Father and son were reunited. never
again to be separated.
Only a few words more are needed
to close our story.
About a year after the rescue Of the
little band upon the bluff above the
Tongue river, triple wedding tool
place at Fort Terry. The, brides were
Florence Sherwood, now entirely res
tored to health. Dorothy Dunbar ant
Helen Dare; the grooms, Wallace
Gray, a lieutenant doing noble service
in his fathers regiment; Charlie Sher'
wood and Dan Horton.
The colonel, his splendid old face
beaming in every lineament. gave th'
brides away.
At the breakfast which followed th'
ceremony a silent toast was drank b!
those who had known and loved tn
man the best:
"To the memory of John Swiftwind!
THE END.