The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-01-23
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The Attack.

Sugntly more than sixty miles, as
the route ran, stretched between old
Fort Dodge and the ford crossing the
Arkansas leading down to the Cimar-
ron; another sixty miles distant,
across a desert Of alkali and sand, lay
Devere. The main Santa Fe trail,
broad and deeply rutted by the in
Vulnerable wheels Of early spring
caravans, followed the general course
Of the river, occasionally touching the
higher level plains, but mostly keep
ing close beneath the protection Of the
northern bluffs, or else skirting the
edge Of the water. Night or day the
route was easily followed, and, in 9th.
er years, the traveller was seldom for
long out of sight of toiling wagons.
Now scarcely a wheel turned in all
that lonely distance.
The west-bound stage left the sta.
ton at Deer Creek at four o'clock in
the afternoon with no intimation Of
danger ahead. Its occupants had eat.
en- dinner in company with those of
the east-bound coach, eighteen miles
down the river It Canon Bluff, and the
incoming driver had reported an open
road, and no unusual trouble. No IN
dian signs had been observed, not
even signal fires during the night, and
the conductor, who had come straight
from Santa Fe, reported that troops
from Fort Union had driven the only
known bunch of raiders back from
the neighborhood Of the trail, and had
them already safely corralled in the
mountains. This report, seemingly au-
thentic and official, served to relax
the nerves, and the west-bound driver
sang to himself as he guided the four
horses forward, while the conductor,
a sawed-off gun planted between his
knees, nodded drowsily. Inside there
were but three passengers, jerking
back and forth, as the wheels struck
the deep ruts Of the trail, occasionally
exchanging a word or two, but usual
ly staring gloomily forth at the mo-
notonous scene. Miss Mcdonald and
Moylan occupied the back seat, some
baggage wedged tightly between to
keep them more secure on the slip
perry cushion, while facing them, and
clinging to his support with both
hands, was a ~pock-marked Mexican,
with rather villainous face and ornate
dress, and excessively polite manners.
He had Joined the little party at
Dodge. smiling happily at sight of
Miss Molly's face when she unveiled,
although his small knowledge of Eng
lish prevented any extended effort at
conversation. Moylan, however, after
careful scrutiny, engaged him shortly
In Spanish, and later explained to the
girl, in low tones, that the man was q
Santa Fe gambler known as Gonzales,
with a reputation to be limited at but
not openly discussed.
They were some six miles to the
west Of Deer Creek, the horses still
moving with spirit, the drivers foot
on the brake, when the stage took a
sudden plunge down q sloping bank
where the valley p~erceptibly narrowed.
To the left, beyond q fiat expanse Of
brown, sun-scorched grass, flowed
the widely-spreading waters Of the Ar
kansas, barely covering the treacher-
u sandy bottom. and from the other
side came the more distant CLEAN Of
alkali plains; to the right arose the
bluffs. here both steep and rugged.
completely shutting of the view. bar
rem Of vegetation except for a few
scattered patches of grass. Suddenly
q man rode out of q rift in the bank.
directly in front. and held up his hand.
Surprised, startled, the driver In.
simultaneously clamped on his brake.
and brought his horses to q quick
stop; the conductor, nearly flung from
his seat, yanked his gun forward.
"None of that now" called out the
man in saddle quickly, both hands up
lifted to show their emptiness. "This
Is no hold-up. I've got news"
He spurred his pony forward slow.
ly, the animal seemingly barely able
to move, and swung out of the saddle
beside the front wheel, staggering a
bit as though his hmbs were cramped
as his feet felt the ground.
I'm from Fort Union," he said,
Seventh Cavalry, sent through by
way of Cimarron Springs. There is
hell to pay west of here; the stations
at Arkansas Crossing and Low Water
were burned last night"
1.-THE devil you say" burst out the
driver hoarsely, his startled eyes
sweeping the horizon. "Tnjuns?"
"Sure, plenty Of signs, but I haven't
seen any bucks myself. As soon as I
discovered what had happened at the
Crossing I struck out on to the pla-
teau. and came around that way to