Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-27

geant said soothinglv. his arm beneath
The iot hers head.
Cayuses mouth opened and closed in
audibly half a dozen times; then, his
voice Just a hoarse whisper, he gasped,
What 's-where-'' He put his hand
out and touched kinnaird's face like a
man in a dream.
You're all right, Cayuse,' the Sergeant
soothed. Don't you remember? Dupre
knitted you; but you'll be all right Here,
drink this
lips, saying, Cup it down. You've lost
some claret; but you'll be all right
You're tougher than a mule
The whisky drove the weakened heart
faster; it pumped the depleted blood and
warmed the wavering senses back to
understanding. Cayuse tried to rise;
but kinnaird held him back, saying,
Keep quiet, old man; I'm going to pack
YOU out
THEN, making a cradle of the lump
l lines, he lifted Cayuse to its saddle,
then, squatting down, drew the wounded
mans arm about his neck, placed the
broad strap over his forehead, and rising.
said, Put Your legs across my hips and
keep quiet. If you wiggle an eyelid,
you III us INTO Mao OtiudW
"Lemme walk" Cayuse objected with
broken petulance. I'm not done up sos
l got to play baby"
Shut up, or I'll throw you in the
ditch!" kinnaird laughed. Then, creep
ing cautiously along the stone ledge he
carried his burden over the dip to the
pine wood, where Badger, winding the
scent of blood, snorted in terror, and stood
trembling in dread as Cayuse was lifted
to the saddle.
They crept cautiously down the steep
path to the fiat, where Kinnaird, stop
ping the horse, ran his hand over the
bandages.
Dry as bottle" he advised. Just
sit tight, and You'll be all right"
Say, preacher. you're white, and l
just want to crawl over that fool break |
made" Cayuse said penitently, his speech
hyphened by little breaks of weakness.
AS Kinnaird took the reins in his hand
to lead Badger, Cayuse asked suspiciously.
"Whar we goin'!''
ITO Stand Off,
Different here! The fellers'll pump
you full of lead soon's / palaver. Say
you, stopl' he piped angrily, as the horse
was led onward Set me afoot and pull
your freight for Your own outfit. / got
boss feedin here somewhat"
IF you get excited YOU IL start bleed
ing, and you amt fit to die, the Sergeant
flung over his shoulder, plodding stolidly
ahead.
But / was there scoutin'! / got to
split on YOU, you mule headed bronco
You'll get killed! If had gun, I'd
lam you over the head!''
Look here, Cavuse." kinnaird turned
back and put his hand on the wounded
mans knee; didn't you get knitted in
my troubles: If l set you afoot here,
you'd bleed to death; besides, there isn't
anybody in Stand Off could fix up that
wound It's bad one"
But l got to make the war talk,
Cayuse whined. Il got to tell Mayo you
come sniffin about Red Eye Fountain
like damn coyote; and if Dupre was
trailin you, don't that sure allow they're
out for you to-night!'' He finished with
a yelp of pain; for Badger was again on
the move and a sudden twist ripped like
a knife at his side.
A S Stand Off doomed, Cayuse made a
final appeal Cache me in some
shack where they won't find me till
mornin', and pull out. You won't, eh
Then get shot, and be damn to you!"
kinnaird led Badger away from the
trail sweeping clear of the town to his