The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-27
Enemy to the Rescue

The very air of the prairie seemed tense with
the suspense of waiting for the climax Of the
fight between the buff alo and Silver. The herd of
buffaloes stood huddled by, stupidity watching
their king in a fight such as they had never before
seen him encounter. They must have wondered
at this graceful but wild horse that could so in
furiate and repel their leader-this dust-covered
silver animal, beautiful in its fury and abandon
in battle.
The ferocity of the animals rose to the pitch
of hnality. ONE MUST WIN! The intelligent
animal-strength of the horse pitted against the
Which,! Which!!!
For a brief time, the cloud of dust enshrouded
them, plotting out distinguishing visibility of
the animals. There was a pause.
Like the appalling and terrible silence that
follows a dreadful and deafening thunder-clap,
came the silence of the animal battle.
The dust slightly cleared.
A mangled horse lay upon the plain, his body
torn and bleeding. Desperately he tried to regain
his feet, but the buffalo butted him down. He felt
himself being beaten by his enemy, and deep into
him would have again sunk those terrible horns
but-dimly-he heard a sharp report, a jar of
earth, as though something heavy had fallen be-
side hina-a rush of noise as of many hoofs-
and then-he was so tired-nothing mattered-
his pain he did not notice-and slowly he drifted
into nothingness.
SMOKING GUNS
But Silver did not know that his hated enemy,
MAN, with smoking guns, stood beside him.
laundering hoofs had walked the Lone Ranger
and but half a mile from his camp he saw a small
herd of bufaloes: He casually glanced at them
and then went about preparing a fire for his
breakfast. While gathering dry grass and bits of
other burnable materials here and there, he
glanced again at the buffalo and saw them all
standing with their heads lifted, looking east.
His eyes followed their gaze to the east, where
he beheld the object of their interest. A beau
tiful silver-colored horse was approaching.
SILVER" he breathed, with a mingled feeling
OF surprise, admiration, and awe, as he watched
the horse fearlessly approach the b~uffaloes.
The horse stopped but a few yards from the
bison, and then-the king bison charged the great
horse SILVER!
The Ranger stood, as though hypnotized. His
tanned face showed fascinated wonderment at
the prairie. This man, king of men of the prai-
ries' freedom, felt his heart swell with a fierce
pride for this horse daring to fight the mighty
bison, each likewise, king of his kind.
Finally he got down and wriggled near, the
ferceness of the battle drawing him closer and
closer. Fearing he might be observed by the
other buffaloes, he kept the dust-covered battlers
between him and the watching herd. His heavy
six-shooters made ruts in the ground on each side
side OF him, as he went along.
He crept closer and closer. And then-the
horse was down-the buffalo trampling on him
SILVER BULLETS FLY
The tall, lean figure sprang to his feet. His
hard, steely eyes glittered and snapped as his
hands swept to his guns. Bang-bang-bang-
bang! Flying silver bullets entered the heart of
the bison just as he was about to stamp on Sill
ver's head.
The buffalo, who had been literally tearing
his prey into shreds, bucked and reared, swayed
to one side and fell heavily next to the uncon-
scious horse.
The herd, with one accord fled.
Running to where the fallen horse lay, the
man but glanced at his heaving side, passed on, |
reaching the rivers edge. He paused to scoop up
his sombrero full of water. Returning, he knelt
the horses side. Yanking his kerchief from
his neck, sopping it in cool water, he gently
splashed the horses head and sponged the dirt
and blood from his wounds.
Silver's eyelids Aickered. After a moment, he
recognized that his hated enemy, MAN, was
beside him.
His muscles frightened and his body became
stiff. The man tried to pour water into the
horses mouth but failed, for Silver pushed his
head away from the mans hand. He could not
stand the sight of MAN, and suddenly he lifted
his head off the ground and half arose, but his
strength failed, and he dropped back on the plain.
Once more the man tried to pour water into
the horses mouth, but Silver feebly grasped
for his hand, with his strong teeth.
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