Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-07-25

to find way back again. Even in the
gray light Of dawn he could see moth
ing distinctly dozen yards distant.
And WATSON had the compass. This
was the thought which brought him
tramping back through the drifts
WATSON! Wade was dead, Carroll
little better, but the scout might have
been only slightly wounded. He wad-
ed through the snow to where the
man lay, face downward, his face still
gripping the rein. Before Hamlin
turned him over. he saw the jagged
wound and knew death had been In
Simultaneous. He stared down at the
white face. already powdered with
snow; then glared about into the
murky distances, revolver ready for
action, every nerve throbbing. God!
If he ever met the murderer! Then
swift reaction came, and he buried his
eyes on the neck of the nearest horse,
and his body shook with half-sup
pressed sobs. The whole horror of it
gripped him in that instant, broke his
iron will, and left him weak as child.
But the mood did not last. Little
by little he gained control, stood up
again in the snow, and began to
| think. He was man, and must do
a mans work. With an oath he forced
himself to act; reloaded his revolver,
thrust it back into the holster at his
hip. and. with one parting glance at
poor Sam, plowed across through the
drifts to Carroll. He realized now his
duty, the thing he must strive to ac-
! complish. Wade and WATSON were
gone; no human effort could aid them,
but Carroll lived, and might be saved.
And it was for him alone now to serve
Molly The sudden comprehension OF
all this stung like the lash of whip,
transformed him again into fighter,
a soldier of the sort who refuses to
acknowledge defeat His eyes dark
ened. his lips pressed together in
straight line.
! Carroll lay helpless, inert, his head
hanging down against the neck of his
horse. The Sergeant jerked him erect,
roughly beating him into conscious
ness; nor did he desist until the fell
lows eyes opened in dull stare.
fIll pound the life out Of you unless
you brace up, George" he muttered.
That's right-get mad if you want to.
1t will do you no good. Wait until
get that quirt; that will set your blood
moving. No! Wake up! Die, moth
| ing! See here, man, there's the river
just ahead
He picked up his glove, undid the
reins from Wasson's stiffened fingers,
and urged the horses forward. Carroll
lurched drunkenly in the saddle, yet
retained sufficient life to cling to the
pommel, and thus the outfit plunged
blindly forward into the storm, leav-
ing the dead men where they lay.
There was nothing else to do; Ham
Inns heart choked him as he plowed
his way past, but he had no strength
| to lift those heavy bodies. Every
ounce of power must be conserved for
the preservation of life. Little as he
could see through the snow blasts
there was but one means of passage,
| that along the narrow rift between the
ridges. The snow lay deep here, but
| they f1oundered ahead, barely able to
surmount the drifts, until suddenly
| they emerged upon an open space,
sheltered somewhat by the low hills
and swept clean by the wind. Direct
| ly beneath, down wide cleft in the
bank, dimly visible, appeared the well
come waters Of the Cimarron. The
stream was but partly frozen over the
dark current flowing in odd contrast
hot hN nlxo -
| The Sergeant halted, examining his
surroundings cautiously. expecting ev-
| cry instant to be fired upon by some
unseen foe. The violence of the storm
prevented his seeing beyond a few
! yards, and the whirling snow crystals
blinded him as he faced the fury OF
| the wind sweeping down the valley.
Nothing met his gaze; no sound reach
ed his earsS about him was desola-
ton. unbroken Wilderness. Apparently
| they were alone in all that intense
| dreariness of snow. The solemn lone
illness OF 1.-THE dark, silently flowing
| river, the dun sky, the wide, white ex-
panse Of plain, the mad violence of
the storm beating against him
brought to him a feeling of helpless
ness. He was a mere atom, strug-
Cling alone against Natures wild
mood. Then the feeling clutched him
that he was not alone; that from
somewhere amid those barren wastes
hostile eyes watched, skulking muir
derers sought his life. Yet there was
no sign of any presence. He could
not stand there and die. nor permit
Carroll to freeze in his saddle
Foot by foot, feeling his passage,
he advanced down the gully, fairly
dragging his own horse after him.
Behind. held by the straining lariat,
lurched the others. the soldier sway
ing on the back of the last, swearing
and laughing in delirium, clutching at |
snowfiakes with his hands. At the end |
Of the ravine, under shelter of the |