The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-01-08

| forms. when his supporters moss
than he had believed remained
crowded 70 his sides. ''0ood." he sad.
"Now. boys. wore going TO overcome
The Bull and his gang. Are Jon
ready. Are you armsdf"
Tho MutInssrs eubdusd.
Many Of the II on Eddy's side had
knives and clubs. broken from the
supports Of the cave. from which they
had been eating the bark for the last
few hours. Each grasped whatever
weapon he had. Then come or"
said Eddy. quietly but firmly.
His little band dashed forward
through the darkness. It was an un-
precedented entry into battle, "
though the two foes had been blind
folded. It was indeed a game Of
blindman's bun. but one played In
deadly earnest. As one man met an
other there was a shout, and then the
sound of blows falling, Of bowls OF
pain and rage, and cries Of agony as
club fell across a head.
Eddy found "The Bull" who had q
club as long as his body. a big knotty
stick of cedar. He flung 1t about his
head as he and Eddy came together.
and It would have killed the other II
ne had not fortunately caught the
blow on his left arm glancing, SO that
he was scarcely hurt at all. He closed
in on 1.-THE Bull" who was a giant In
strength, but he would have had no
chance to win but for the timely inter
vention of Antoniese. who wrenched
"The Bulls" club from him and
brought It down on the giants head
with a crunch. "The Bull" yelled. his
arms, that had been crushing Eddy's
body, relaxed. and he fell in heap on
the ground.
They bound his hands and feet and
threw him into corner. The rest OF
his crowd had been subdued by Eddy's
supporters and were mostly on their
knees, promising, through battered,
bloody lips, to obey Eddy's orders.
The critical moment had been passed.
These men were in that tomb for a
week altogether. The last two days
of their incarceration found Eddy
among the sick himself. but Waite
and Antoniese saw that he was well
taken care of, even though they them
selves had to eat their boots finally
to keep themselves alive.
Last Hours Of Suspense.
Some of the men kept diaries, one
of them having found in a pocket
some pieces Of paper and stub Of a
pencil. which they took in turns.
1t was the water In the well, the
seeping ooze. that kept them from
knowing the hideous tortures of thirst.
THE Bull" subdued. sore and
wounded, lay in the corner unspoken
to by the others. They brought him
water. and when It got too low to dip
out they carried him to the well.
where he could lie down and lick q
, few drops up from the earth. They
would have liked to kill him, this
thief, but they were merciful. Any.
way. he. like the rest Of them, would
not last much longer.
Seven days from the day they went
into their tomb, md when they were
stretched out. weak, on the floor of
the place waiting for death, some one
heard a sound. At first he paid no at
tention to 1t. believing 1t part Of the
dream they had all had at one time or
another-a dream that rescue had
| come.
But then others heard It. Some one
raised his tired. emaciated body from
the floor and staggered to the wall.
He called family. "Hello!" There was
an answer.
The papers have told the rest. how
the rescuers found them and carried
them out, all alive but one little
Frenchman. who died as they brought
him to the air.
The chapter Is closed and the mine
is sealed, but there's one part of the
story that these fellows will tell over
and again-that's the part about the