Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1913-06-24

EMMY revolver. He drew his sword
and ran alone into the heart of HIS
foes. cutting them down, eluding their
blows almost miraculcusly. When at
last he stepped back, having gained a
little space, but six OF his men re-
NAMED unscathed.
Suddenly far down the valley. the
clear notes of bugle rang through the
air. Then, over the stiffness of the
afternoon came the faint sornd of
iangling bits. A cloud Of dust was ris.
ing above the palms. The F1lipinos,
surrounding the last of their enemies,
hesitated to rush forward to certain
death. and, swinging his sword, Rich.
ards momentarily cowed the bravest
Of them.
Nov. men," he shouted above the
tumuIt each of you take a wound.
ed man on his shoulder and retire
down the trail. I'll stay here and GOV.
er you until you reach the road" And,
stepping behind the rock, he seized
the rifle of the wounded sergeant, and.
crouching over him, began pumping
bullets into the ranks Of the enemy
Richards was now facing the saw.
ages alone. Poised between two 81
gantic bouIders. he could be reached
by but one man at time.
Crack! went the rife, and at each
shot a man dropped. Now his men
were fastening toward safety. Rich
ards emptied his rife into the retreat
ing masses and then, catching up the
wounded sergeant, crept down the hill.
1t was a whole minute before the ma
tives discovered that he was gone.
They dared not follow him beyond
the crest, for they feared the ven.
geance of those yellcw-clad cavalry.
men now squirting tow ard the slope.
But they lined the hin and began fir
ing with their old antelope guns, so
that the bullets Kissed and sputtered
round the lieutenant as he ran
through the jungle. Zip! A mass of
fused telegraph wire cleft tree at
his side; now squirt Of dust rose at
his side and another between his feet.
Wen pull through, Sergeant" he
shouted cheerlly to the man on his
back, and stumbled onward. A yell
from the ridge answered him and a
renewed volleying. Twigs, cut from
the trees by the hail of missiles, whirl.
ed past him as though driven by cy.
clonic force. bark few from the palms,
and the grass was alive as though with
myriad insects. 1t seemed incredible
| that anyone could emerge alive out
of that storm Then s-s-s! a red-hot
wire seemed to be pressing against the
| lieutenant's arm, and, looking down
| Richards saw that the pale yellow OF
his coat was turning a bright claret
color. At last the spell which had
held him scathless SO long seemed tc
be broken.
Zip That one nipped him across
the cheek. Another missile carried
away his hat and the cool breeze Of
the afternoon revived his strength mo
mentarily. "a near thing that, ser
| geant!" he shouted. But the mar
on his back made no reply, and, al
he raced forward, Richards felt his
strength waning again. Gradually {
delirium took possession of him. He
| looked back. He seemed to have beer
running for hours, and he was Less
than 200 yards from the crest of th'
hill. In front of him the relieving
horsemen were lost to sight in tn,
jungle. In fact, he was at the bottom
of the bowl, and the huge ascending
sides appeared unscalable. The sky
the earth, the trees spun round him
He seemed to be in Washington again
seated at Lucy's side, under the oaks
| Only the thought of her sustained hin
for few yards more. Then, quite sud
denly his legs crumpled beneath min
and he reeled and fell forward.
Out Of the profundity he ros'
through region peopled by spectrei
to consciousness OF his surroundings
He was lying In bed--a real bed will
a spotless coverlet on spotless sheets
and a man in white linen suit wa
bending over him.
WE'LL" he said, you're doing IA
mously now. Well have you roun
in short order, Captain"
Captain? +"
| "Ah, you haven't seen the Gazette
That was a special order of the presi
dents. And they're talking about tn,
congressional medal for you. Now Ii,
still and don't excite yourself, ant
don't think about anything except tina
the troops pulled you out of might!
ticklish situation just as the natives
were closing in on your body, son.
"But-Sergeant Hutton?"
"Ah, poor fellow! l guess you'll
have to know, captain. You had beer
carrying a corpse from the first. HI
was hit by bullet Just before you
picked him up, and must have dice
instantly"
Copyright, 1913. by w. G. Chapman)
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