The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-04-30

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the sudden Hash lighting the murk. In
the instant red glow caught q
glimpse OF the interior--of q body ~
ing before the fireplace, OF Schultz still
on his knees, rife in hand, OF Brady
gripping an an. his head bare. q ghast-
~ wound on the side OF his face. Then
the smoke hid all.
Something crashed against the door.
shaking the whole cabin; again and
again the blow fell, the tough wood
bursting asunder, the stout bar bend
ing, yet swapping back once more ~
the sockets held. Amid the din OF
shouts, the crash OF wood. my eyes
met Brady's.
You re hurt?"
"Ay!" splitting out blood before he
could answer. Jaw shot. Where's
the French girlT
jerked my hand back In gesture.
with her fathers body, I reckon;
che promised me TO keep out OF IT,"
Good" his eyes smiling In spite OF
the intense pain OF his wound. This
Is like to be our last fight, boy. DO
you hear that? Another blow as hard.
and those devils will be at us. Don't
quit until you die"
Il know" and I reached out my
hand to him. His eyes were cool, grim
ly smiling, and the clasp OF his fin
gers like a wise.
We are men, he said slowly. Don't
forget, lad. They will know about
this sometime down on the Ohio-here
the fiends comet"
The door crashed in. the great butt
OF tree coming with 1t. and half
blocking the passage. All that re-
NAMED was instantly oiled with saw
age figures. Into the mass Of them
fired my last shot, the fame of dis
charge soaring the hideous faces.
Then | was hurled to the right, shout
der to shoulder with Schultz. gripping
my gun barrel with both hands. swing
ing it like a fail. crushed the skull
OF a savage, drove the butt into the
face OF another; saw the fash of a
tomahawk, held up for an instant the
soldiers Keeling body, only to throw II
aside; smashed the red hand held
out TO grip him as he went down; drew
back a step in search OF more room.
and, with one mighty sweep Of my
weapon cleared a circle before me.
God! II was CHASTITY, inhuman, devil
ish! Those behind pushed and yelled;
there was no escape! l saw painted
faces, naked shoulders; wild eyes
glared hatred into mine; tomahawk
and knife flashed. The butt of my gun
smashed, | gripped the iron. my teeth
clinched. and blood on fire. had no
sense of fear left, no consciousness of
peril. l wanted to strike, to kill. to
bruise those hideous faces. to batter
them into pulp. The rage OF conflict
seized me; there swept over me the
ferocity OF the insane.
! gave back. compelled by the mere
force OF numbers hurled against me,
yet kept clear a space no savage left
unhurt felt In my arms the strength
OF dozen men. and not the grip OF q
red hand Jached me. The ffends
snarled and struggled. but the fierce
swing OF the iron bar crushed them
back. II was twilight where I stood at
bay, the narrow opening. almost blot
ted out by those struggling figures
striving to enter. to me. was q mere
blotch. an inferno OF movement and
sound. Through a dim. red haze, where
blood dripped before my eyes. I had
glimpses OF uplifted arms. OF distort-
ed faces. OF glittering weapons. Once
there was a gun shot. the sudden Hash
flaming into my eyes; twice toma-
hawks. turning in the air. grazed my
cheek; q knife. desperately hurled