New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1908-09-06

again in the sky trail they will journey back TO the
reserve: and their ratiOns will not be cut nor will
anv of the Young bucks 90 to Stony Mountain where
they die choked by the walls OF the jail. have
spoken, Chief Go back in peace!
Give into our hands the pinto man, VINO IS
Dupre!" Two Moons demanded.
Kinnaird wheeled his horse, and, putting his hand
on the breeds shoulder, said, You are my prisoner
in the name of the Queen!'
He nodded to Sorners and the constable drew a
pair of handouts from his blouse and clicked them
over the wrists of Dupre, Then the Sergeant threw
his horse as a barrier against the croWdn8 INDIANS
saving: it, c-,o+ Whit Mother.
and her soldiers must defend prisoner with their
lives. He will be taken to Fort Nelson and when
you tell to the Major Ogama OF the wrong he VIII
We will take Dupre Ho bravesl the wrong
was in our tepees and his punishment must be
Judged in the Chiefs lodgel" A gaunt Indian
pushed his pinto between Two Moons and Kin
naird; and as he said this his thick bps Tapped at
his huge yellow fangs: 1t was like the snarl Oh
hungry wolf ,
1T is the firewater that speaks, Police Ogama
Two Moons interrupted: then calling 1nperously
Lone Wolf come back"
But the Indian drove his cayuse forward and, as
his bare leg rubbed Kinnairds boot, he spat IN the
Sergeant's face Then at dig from his heels the
pinto sprang like cat from the tran
Kinnaird turned handkerchief that was knotted
about his neck and wiped his cheek, saying sup
pressed voice That is the way of skunk, Niche;
but when we are on duty we do not Kill skunks
Some day | will put you where you may spit no
more!"
He turned toward Two Moons, asking. Do we
take the prisoner IN peace
A scream of terror at his back, curS1ng command
from Somers caused the Sergeant to wheel his
horse lust in time to drive him like batterlng ram
into the lean ribs of a cayuse, on whose back an
Indian knife in hand thrust with Vengetul cut at
the covering Dupre Kinnaird's revolver held its
cold barrel in the Indians face as he said
Go back with Two Moons, or III take you to the
fort too! Back, or you come with me- dead or
alive!' ava.
evil enough has been done We fight not with the
soldiers of the Queen. If DuPre IS taken to the
fort Two Moons will 90 to tell the Police Ogama of
Kamoos Dupre's dog way. Come, braves, we go
hack lest there be bloodshed Our tribe has smoked
the nine of peace We eat of the Queens ratlOns,
and we make not war with her soldiers Marsei
tuarset'' he beloved.
And reluctantly, with scowling faces, the young
bucks. their lips muttering the vile basphemy of
Indiane turned their ponies the back trail and
trooped slowly like melting shadows INTO the gath
ering gloom that hung over the valley black pail
The Chief, holding last IN caution H. wheeled ; ms
harsh and shrill CRYING, In the White Mothers
hands now is punishment for Kamoos Dupre; but
the long trail brings him again to the tepees OF the
RIoods Two Moons will not forget!
His voice was smothered by the approving cries
Of his braves which rang like the fierce call of wolf
pack. .,
that tribe the length of days gallop from your
throat Dupre Now move out IN front, and no
triCkSi
THE halfbreed true to his heritage eased of his
L terrible enemies, staggered =" By Carl" he
cried you got right put han cuiiS on me! 1 ak
de t'ings off ! can't ride.
Shut upl Move on, you miserable coyote!' the
Sergeant growled
DuDre persisted i won't go de fort That Niche
he's lie for me Dew 90 for steal my hoss-dat S all
Look here, Dupre!" Kinnaird snarled. If you
sling lip at me, I'll throw this quirt into you good
and plenty!