The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1911-08-03
CHAPTER II
The Scene Of Tragedy.

The Scene Of Tragedy.
Whatever might be the nature Of
the tragedy it would be over with long
before this. and those moving black
spots away yonder to the west, that
he had discerned from the bluff. were
undoubtedly the departing raiders.
There was nothing left for Keith to
DO except determine the fate of the
1nfortunates, and give their bodies de-
cent burial. That any had escaped,
Or yet lived, was altogether unlikely,
unless, perchance, women had been In
the party, in which case they would
have been borne away prisoners.
Confident that no hostiles would be
left behind to observe his movements,
Keith pressed steadily forward, lead
ing his horse. He had thus traversed
fully half a mile before coming upon
any evidence Of fight-here the pur-
suers had apparently come up with
the wagons, and circled out upon
either side. From their ponies tracks
there must have been dozen in the
band. Perhaps hundred yards furth-
er along lay two dead ponies. Keith
examined them closely-both had
been ridden with saddles, the marks
Of the cinches plainly visible. Evil
IDENTIFY one Of the wagon mules had
also dropped in the traces here, and
had been dragged along by his mates.
Just beyond came sudden depression
IN the prairie down which the wagons
had plunged so heavily as to break
one of the axles; the wheel lay few
yards away, and, somewhat to the
right, there lay the wreck of the wag-
on ITSELF two dead mules still in the
traces, the vehicle stripped of con-
tents and charred by fire. A hundred
feet further along was the other
wagon, it's tongue broken, the canvas
top ripped open. while between the
two were scattered odds and ends Of
wearing apparel and provisions. with
pile Of boxes smoking grimly. The
remaining mules were gone, and no
hemblance of life remained anywhere
Keith dropped his reins over his
horses head, and, with Winchester
cooked and ready, advanced eau.
tiously.
Death from violence had long since
become almost commonplace occur.
renee to Keith, yet now he shrank for
an instant as his eyes perceived the
figure Of man lying motionless
across the broken wagon tongue. The
gr1zzled hair and beard were streaked
with blood, the face almost unrecog-
nizable, while the hands yet grasped
bent and shattered rifle. Evidently
the man had died fighting, beaten
down by overwhelming numbers after
expanding his last shot. Then those
fiends had scalped and left him where
he fell. Fifty feet beyond, shot in
the back, lay younger man, doubled
up in heap. also scalped and dead
That was all; Keith secuted over 6
wide circle, even scanning the stretch
of gravel under the river bank, before
he could fully satisfy himself there
were no others in the party. It seem
ed impossible that these two travelins
alone would have ventured upon sucl
trip in the face of known India1
hostility. Yet they must have don,
SO, and once again his lips muttered
"Of all the blame fools!"
Suddenly he halted, staring abou
over the prairie, obsessed by a new
thought, an aroused suspicion. Their
had appeared merely the footprint
OF the one horse alongside of the flee
Ing wagons when they first turne,
out from the trail, and that horse ha,
been newly shod. But there were tw,
dead ponies lying back yonder; Meth
er shod, yet both had borne saddles
More than this, they had been spur
red, the blood marks still plainly Wis
ible. and one of them was branded
he remembered 1t now, a star and ar
row. What could all this portend
Was it possible this attack was n,
Indian affair after all? Was the dis
figuring Of bodies, the scalping, mere
~ done to make 1t appear the act @
savages? Driven to investigation b.
this suspicion, he passed again owe
the trampled ground, marking thi
time every separate indentation, ey
cry faintest imprint of hoof or foot
There was no imprt ssion Of a mecca
sin anywhere; every mark remainin!
was OF booted feet. The inferenc,
was sufficiently plaintiffs had beef
the deed of white men, not of red; fou
murder, and not savage war.
The knowledge seemed to sea
Keith's brain with fire, and he spranj
to his feet, hands clinched and eye
blazing. He could have believed thi
Of Indians, it was according to the
nature, their method of warfare; blu
the cowardliness of it, the atrocity O
the act, as perpetrated by men of hi
own race, instantly aroused With
him desire for vengeance Fl
wanted to run the fellows down. T.
discover their identity. Withou
thinking of personal danger he RAJ
forward on their trail, which led d
reatly westward. e,0nA tina lirA .