Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1915-04-16

Ioclty OF Wnlcu stopped At nothlng.
The soldier ! know was unarmed, but
a knife dangled at Lappin's belt. Ei.
Their he forgot II. or In his a z dis.
dained to use the steel. Obi how they
fought-like two cats. snarling and
swapping. throttllng each other, &C.
casionally an arm breaking free 70
send a cllnched fist crashing into an
exposed face. Once the soldier went
down TO his knees, and Lappin kicked
him, only to bo gripped himself and
nung headlong. But they were up to.
gether. bleeding both. painting for
breath, clothes half ripped of their
bodies. cursing iercely, as they rushed
at each other nee more.
Merciful Motherl What a sight that
vast /, n soldier, and border.bred, hid
my face In my arms-and yet | looked
aud saw. The very feroclty OF It was
n fascinating horror-tho black, black
night above, around; the forests
shutting them In; the bowling dogs
swapping at their heels; the red glare
Of fire, and that rims Of yelping saw.
ages, dancing back and forth to give
the combatants room. Reno had dis
appeared-forced back into the half
crazed mas1, as the savages surged
forward; Of Brady ] caught no glimpse.
That was no scene to ever forget, TO
blot out with passing years. The wild
savagery Of It burned In on the brain;
those dark faces, with wild eyes and
dangling hair; the waving arms, and
leaping bodies, the CLEAN OF weapons
tossed aloft, the jangle and din OF ex-
cited voices In jargon OF unknown
tongues. How the red flames danced
over them all. now In shadow, now in
glare OF light. making them appear
nends iEcarnate. And those two bat.
Ting In the midst. huge men in death
grapple. fighting as tigers ight-re.
morseless, merciless; tearing each
other's flesh. battering each others
faces, gripping. clutching. stralnlng
In effort at mastery. Again and again
they crunched into the crowd, Keeling
from blows, or hurled back by sheer
strength OF muscle; they sobbed forth
curses, staggering with weakness. |
saw Lappin drive his head into his op-
ponent's stomach as though II we're
a battering.ram; saw the soldier sink
his teeth into the fur.trader'a hand, as
II he were n mad dog. Twas then the
brute reached down and fumbled for
his knife-found II, and. with one
hoarse cry OF triumph, sent the bright
blade home. Twice he struck, and
they went staggering down together,
locked In each others arms, the sol.
der dead ere he struck the ground.
It was bedlam then, followed by a
breathless hush as Sls-e.te.wah pressed
forward with uplifted arms. Two war
riora lifted iappln to his feet, and,
as his gripping hand plucked out the
knife from the wound, | saw the gush
OF blood crimsoning the dead mans
side. An instant the victor stood
glaring down, Keeling In weakness, up.
held by others, Then he laughed, way.
ing the dripping blade.
"Ah! good" he cried. There IL one
more recruit for hell. Bring me the
girl here. TITS time she had hor les.
sol also
They brought her forward, a red
brave grasping either arm I caught
sight of her face, white. drawn, but not
with fear. and sighted my rifle across
tho log at tho white rufian's breast.
with clinched lips / lay. finger to
trigger. Yet I waited-thank God. |
waited. | know not what restrained
only II was no fear OF conse.
quences TO myself. Il must have been
the expression OF tho woman's up.
lifted face, tho quick glance she cast
about, az though In silent warning TO
| took II as a signal, a message
OF restraint. Tho fur trader, burly and
brutal. still painting for breath, yet
able to stand alone now, and conscious
OF his victory, thrust his reeking knife
back into his belt with a coarse laugh.
How do you like that. you Wyandot
squawY" he asked, leering down into
her face.
when you have these men release
arms ! will answer you" she 70.
turned quietly.
"Oh, you will. heyl You1l be glad
enough to talk before | am through.
Let go OF her there-yes; that's what
| mea Now look here-there lies
your English officer. He's paid the
price OF being a fool. Look at him;
are you ready TO speak now?"
He was nothing to me-" she said
slowly, nothing. But he fought a
mans fight. and was killed by COW.
ardly treachery."
WHAT You squaw, you dare"
"Of course dare. Do you ppo
fear you, Jules Lappin. OF your gang
OF outlaws" he voice scornful. why,
l challenge you 10 lay hand on me.
You know who I am, vou have aatar