The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-10-23

All He Really Knew Was That Those
Devils Wore Coming, LeapInp,
Crowdlns.
and soundless, except for some ones
swift, excited breathing As he ex.
tended his cramped legs to the floor
he touched a motionless body. Not
until then had he realised the posi-
bility Of death also within. He felt
downward with one hand, his nerves
suddenly throbbing. and his finger
touched a cold face-the Mexican. II
must have been that last volley, for
he could distinctly recall the sharp
bark Of Gonzales revolver between
his own shots.
"The little devil" he muttered sober.
ly. ut was a squarer death than he
deserved. He was game little cock"
Then he thought Of Moylan. won.
dering why the man did not move. or
speak. That was not like Moylan. He
bent forward. half afraid In the still.
ness, endeavoring to discover space
on the floor for both his feet He
could perceive now distant star
showing clear through the ragged
opening jabbed in the back Of the
coach. but no outline of the suffers
burly shoulders.
"Moylan!" he called. hardly above
whisper. What is the troublef Have
you been hit, manH"
There was no answer, no responding
sound, and he stood up, reaching kind.
ly over across the seat. Then he
knew, and felt shudder run through
him from head to foot. Bent double
over the iron back of the middle seat.
with hands still gripping his hot rife.
the man hung, limp and lifeless. Al.
most without realizing the act, Ham.
lin lifted the heavy body, laid 1t down
upon the cushion, and unclasped the
dead fingers gripping the Winchester
stock.
Every shot gone" he whispered to
himself dazedly. "every shot gone!
Amt that hell"
Then 1t came to him In a sudden
fash of intelligence-he was alone;
alone except for the girl. They were
out there yet, skulking in the night.
planning revenge, those savage foe
men-Arapahoes, Cheyennes, Ogallas.
They had been beaten back, defeated,
smitten with death, but they were In
dams still. They would come back for
the bodies of their slain, and them
what? They could not know who were
living, who dead, In the coach; yet
must have discovered long since that
1t had only contained three defenders
They would guess that ammunition
would be limited. His knowledge of
the fighting tactics of the Plains
tribes gave clear vision Of what would
probably occur. They would wait,
scattered out In a wide circle from
bluff to bluff. lying snake-like in the
grass. Some Of the holder might creep
In to drag away the bodies of dead
warriors, risking q chance shot, but
there would be no open attack in the
dark. That would be averse to all In.
dian strategy, all precedent. Even
now the mournful wailing had ceased;
Roman Nose had rallied his warriors,
instilled into them his own uncon.
querable savagery. and set them on
watch. With the first gray dawn they
would come again, leaping to the
coach's wheels. yelling, triumphant.
mad with new ferocity-and he was
alone, except for the girl.
And where was she? He felt for
her on the floor, but only touched the
Mexican's feet. He had to lean across
the seat where Mcylans body lay,
shrouded In darkness, before his crop.
ing fingers came in contact with the
skirt OF her dress. She was on the
'front.' seat, close to the window;
against the lightness of the outer sky,
her head seemed lying upon the wood.
en- frame. She did not move, he could
not even tell that che breathed, and
for an instant mis- dry lips failed him
utterly, his blood seemed to stop. Good
God! Had she been killed also? How,
in Heavens name, did she ever get
there? Then suddenly she lifted her
head slightly, brushing back her hair
with one arm; the faint starlight
cleaned on a steel barrel. The Ser
geant expelled his breath swiftly, wet
ting his dry lips.
Are you hurt?" he questioned
anxiously Lord but you gave me q
sCare!"
She seemed to hear his voice, YET
scarcely to understand, like one
aroused suddenly frol sleep.
What! you spoka-then-then-
there are others? IL am not here
al Glone@
mot If you count me-" he said, 1
trace of recklesGncs5 in the answer
IL haven't even scratch so far as
l@c", IA r. y touCa you?"
NO; that Is, al not quite sure
! it-it was ell so horrible / cannot re
member. Who are you? Are you tn,
the soldier?"
"Yes-lm Eamlin. Would you min,