The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1913-05-30

WG4C hAS A0O4 SvSe
hin arm. The Sergeant graspedt the
slri's hand. his oth eyes barely above
the sand fidte.? his lips w~hisperings
back. b -9 VI as
mo, don't move; I'll tell you every
thing. The stage has been Quilted and
set on fire. Now they are coming with
the ponies. Most Of them are direct
ly opposite studying the marks we
left on the sand OF the bank Yes.
they lcok across, here. but the chief is
sure we have gone the other way; he
Is waving his hand up .he river now.
and talking. Now he 10 setting on his
horse; there nrs'ten q ' twelve ~
them. One fellow ID pointing across
hers. but 10 n agrees With him.
Ss1Now fSnian Nose is giving orders.
Hear that yell! They're on now nd
Ing up stream. flashing their ponies in
to a run. All of them? No; quite q
bunch are going back to the coach /
don't believe they are going 70 hang
around here long. though. for they are
driving in oil their ponies" ,kfa
But wort those others' come back
when they discover we have not gone
up the river?"
Il wish r could answer that" he re-
pied earnssuy.S stBpt it all deRepdE
On vhat those dssiA know dfp- th4
Whereabouts Of troops. They are North
ern Indians, and must have broken
through the scouting details sent out
from Wallace and Dodge. Some Of the
boys are bound to be after them. and
there is moro chance for them to get
back safely along the mountains than
in the other direction. don't sup
pose an Indian In the bunch, was eyer
south of the Arkansas. Wait! Those
fellows are going to now; going
for good, too-they are taking the
dead Indians with them"
They were little more than black
dots at that distance. yetythe sun was
up by this time and his keen vision
could distinguish every movement, {
Creep up here. and you a see
also.c he said quietly. They are tar
enough away now SO that Il ID SAFE"
There was a moment Of breathless
quiet. the two fhgitives peerfng cau-
tiously over the sand, ridge. To the
girl it was a confusion Of figures rush.
ing back and forth about the smoking
ruins Of the stage; occasionally a faint
yell echoed across the river. and she
could distinguish a savage on his
pony ge%sticulating as he rode back
and forth. But the Sergeant compre-
hended the scene. His eyes met hers
| and read her bewilderment.
They are going all right, and in a
hurry. It's plain enough they are
afraid to stay there any longer. See,
they are lashing bodies on to the
ponies. All, that is what ! wanted to
be sure about-that fellow Is heading
west on the trail; now the others r
moving
"Then you arc. sure Roman Nose
will not return? That-that We ire
sAfsI. ILL a.
as soon as the last Of them disappear
over the ridge" pointing up the river.
They knew they had to go that way;
Roman Nose and his band hoped we'd
taken that direction, and hurried on
ahead to catch us II he could. They
are afraid to stay about here any long
er. Look how they are flashing those
ponies: thefss' the last Of them are
leaving"
They lay there in the sand, already
becoming warm under the rays of the
sun, trying to assure themselves that
all danger of discovery had vanished.
There was no movement on the oppo-
site shore, only the blue spiral of
smoke curling up against the bluff.
marking where the stage had stood.
About this, outlined upon the brown
grass, appeared darker patches rep
resenting dead ponies and the bodies
of Moylan and Gonzales, where they
had been tumbled. scaiped and other
wise mutilated. Down by the river a
wounded pony tried to follow the dis
appearing cavalcade, but fell. giving
vent to one scream Of agony. Then all
was silent, m~otionless. the last -strag-
gler clubbing his horse piulessly as he
vanished over the ridge. go. " eel.
Hamlin sat up, his eyes smiling.
we are the lucky ones, Miss Nc.
Donald" he said. his manner pncon-
sciouasy more formal now that the
danger had passed and q swift realiza.
ticn Of who his companion was srecur.
ring to his mind. Something must
have frightened them.r. He shaded his
eyes. staring at the blufs Opposite
But, there Ia nothing in sight from
here. Well, the best thing we can dc
is to eat breakfast. May ! have the
haversack, and see what 1t is stocked
WITH" .,- t.8, is r.. ..i.
Certainly not. There ia so little
I can do. \ do not propose yieldte
any p~rerogative." And she drew hel
head through the strap, letting the
Leather bag fall to the sand. Il an
afraid, there is no cleth here. Woult
, you dare light a ire?"
Hardy. even II we had fuel" h,
/ answered, watching her with interest
She glanced up into his face, hel
, cheeks ~reddening. ~ ;H
why don't you want me to d,