Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 305) (1889 11 13)
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} : ; Ss“ T =~ Sr ! $2.50 Published Weekly by Beadle and Ad > No, 305, a Year. No. 98 aol ie NEw om me Five Gente. Vol. XXIV, A HOARSE CRY BROKE FROM THE LIPS OF THE RIDER AS HE SWAYED IN HIS SEAT,
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2 Dusky Dick’s Duel. Dusky Dick’s Duel; THE DEMON’S TRAIL. BY HARRY HAZARD. CHAPTER L. AN ALTERCATION, MID-APTERNOON of an oppressively hot and sultry day, in the year ’54. Wecall the reader’s attention to a scene, that, if not romantic, is at least attractive and inter- esting; a wagon-train of emigrants, as is attest- ed by the quantity of driven stock—horses, cat- tle, and abten. Tho presence of women and children is still further evidence, It moved slowly and drearily along over the vast, almost barren stretch of level plain, as though the nearly-spent day had been one of hard and unremitting toil. The horses or mules, their heads hauging down, with drooping ears and tails, their hides damp with sweat and covered with the fine sand cast upon the air by the tramp- ling hoofs, or the slowly revolving wheels, scarce- ly heed the stinglog lash or the impatient ex- clamations of their drivers. The loose stock move dejectedly alorg, cured of their morning Snel of running from the trail to snatch a mouthful of grass, or nip the tops of a bush, while more than one of the boys, w ose duty it is to keep them within proper lim- its, dozes in their hard saddle. But there are three persons who appear full of life and free from the general weariness of mind and body. Three; oneof them a woman—a girl; the others men, : The first, who rode several hundred yards in advauce, if closely scrutiuized, proves to be an old man, who has numbered his half-century, or perhapsnearly a decade more, A closescrutiny, we say, for his figure was as erect and vigorous, his motions as free and supple, the fire of his keen gray eye as clear and penetrating as a gen- eration since, His hair and long, flowing-beard were gray, although the thickly clinging dust effectually disguised this. From his position, his arms, his actions, it was plain he acted as guide to the wagon-train. e next figure, about half-way betw2en this man and the foremost wagon, was also a man, and merits a brief description at our hands for more than one reason, In stature he was about the mean height, of a rather slight figure, but with a muscular and active development, clothed in a plain and well- worn suit of gray. His dusky, olive complexion, black hair, and eyes like a sloe, had given him the sobriquet of ‘‘ Dusky Dick,” a name that was already famous throughout the West, Altkough not much, if any, beyond his third decade, Richard Rouzee, or ‘‘ Dusky Dick,” had followed the calling of a guide for a number of years, and gained the repute of being peculiarly unfortunate, having lost one-half the trains he had acted as pilot for, and rarely escaped with- out at least one fierce and desperate struggle. More than one dark rumor had _ been put in circulation, and some more boldly declared that he wasin league with the red-skins, and only acted as guide, the more surely to compass his purpose. But this was only conjecture, and could not be substantiated by any valid proof. The third person, who rode at some little dis- tance to the right, so as to escape the annoying dust, was a young woman of-more than common grace and beauty, although the latter quality was somewhat obscured by the long, weary day’s travel, Rather above the medium height, of a superbly rounded and developed form, that was admira- bly displayed by her neatly-fitting riding-habit of black, she sat her horse with the ease and grace of an accomplished equestrienne, although he chafed and fretted at the restraint of a tightly-drawn rein, caracoling and prancing in proud strength and spirit. lt was a clear-cut profile and beautiful com- plexion that Dusky Dick beheld from the corner of his dark, sinister eye, that glared with a fire of unusual admiration. But this kis slouched hat concealed, and his smooth, beardless face gave no outward sign of the dark and troubled thoughts that filled his brain. Then he pricked his half-wild mustang vi- ciously with his spur, and darted suddenly up beside the lady, who uttered a half-suppressed exclamation of annoyance, and made no at- tempt to conceal the expression of dislike and impatience that clouded her usually sunny features, ‘Tt has been a wearisome day, Miss Clara,” os jag the guide, speaking in a low and remark- ably musical voice, although his eyes flashed as he noticed her evident aversion. *t But we are almost at the end of our day’s journey. See— that long dark line youre a little to the left, is our sopyung piace, veside a clear and beautiful Stream, I know the spot, well.” “So we camp there? Well, I am glad of it, for more than one reason,” replied the lady, in an impatient tone. ** And may I ask why s»?” “Do you wish to know the truth?’ asked Clara, with a slight empbasis, “Certainly; the truth* will be doubly ant, coming from such winsome lips,” Dick smile, “Well then, the main reason is, that once there, you will have other things to attend to, and will not have so much leisure to annoy others by impertinent and unwelcome atten- tions,” curtly replied Clara, urging her high- mettled horse ahead, as if desirous of escaping the company of the swarthy guide, “Another reason is—that a certain baby- face, Buenos Ayres by name, will not be lon in feeding his horses, and then, of course, wi hasten to pay his respects to the belle of the wagon-train,” sneered Dusky Dick, keeping close to Clara, whether she rode fast or slow. “Mr, Rouzee,” at length exclaimed Clara, her eyes flashing angrily, and her cheeks flushing, “vour place as guide is yonder, along with Tom Maxwell, and not out here. If I appear rude, you force me to be so.” ‘‘A guide’s place depends greatly upon cir- pleas- Dusky returned, with a half mocking bow and
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 3 cumstances, Miss Calhoun; and just now I pre- fer this position.” “Then occupy it alone, I will go back to the wagon,” she added, reining in her horse, “Stay, Miss Clara,” cried Rouzee, his black eyes glittering. ‘‘Keep your place, but mark me, the time will come—and soon too—when you will repent these haughty airs, and solicit as a favor what you now affect to scorn. I tell you that the time is not far distant when you will crouch at my feet—when you will hang around me for a word—a smile; when you will call me master, Do you hear?” “ And I tell you, sir, that when we camp to- night, you will have to answer to the charge of being drunk while upon duty,” ny re- torted Clara, her eyes flashing. ‘‘ Will you go, sir, or must I appeal to my father?” $ The guide did vet reply, but plunging his long eruel spurs into the flanks of his mustang, he dashed rapidly up alongside of the old borderer, Tom Maxwell, who received him with a cold, half-suspicious start. Evidently there was little love lost between the two men. Just before. sunset the long line of trees was reached, that bordered upon a small stream, and preparations were immediately begun for encamping, while Dusky Dick and Tom Max- well galloped off to hunt for “ sign.” j The mules and horses were ungeared and turned loose, after being hoppled, and the wagons were formed into a rude sort of corral, one line covering the jointsin the other, All was bustle and apparent confusion, although each person knew his duty and busied himself about that alone, Fires were built, and over them stooped the worhan, preparing supper for the different messes; while the children brought wood and water, or else rolled and tumbled over each other with merry shouts in their play, little recking what the morrow might bring forth, To one of these fires, a little apart from the remainder, we now turn. Over it is bending the form of an old negro woman, whose wrinkled features and S igek ain red and orange head-gear, looked weird and wild through the flame-tinted smoke, A little to one side of this sat three. persons, or rather half-reclining against the moss- covered roots of the gigantic oak tree, idly watching the motions of ‘‘ Aunt Medora,” as sue turned the frying bacon, or the nicely- browning ‘‘hoe-cake, One of these was Clara Calhoun; the others were men. The eldest one—tall, portly and of soldierly bearing—was her father, the leader or captain of the wagon-train, Of perhaps fifty years of age, his muscular frame gave no evidence of de- cay, and the fire of youth still seemed to shine in his large dark eyes, The heavy, grizzled mustache and beard, gave a somewhat stern cast to his features, that were massive and reg- ular, and his voice, used to command, enhanced ty idea; but at heart he was kind and gen- tle, The other was a young man, between his fifth and sixth dustrum, with a handsome, manly face and form; with a calm, steadfast look in his gray eye that instinctively commanded one’s respect, and told that he could be depended up- on in any emergency, however dangerous or trying. His garments were plain and almost poor, but there was an air of conscious independence and freedom in his bearing and demeanor, that at- tracted one, despite bimself. ‘* Father, do you know that I think you made a great mistake in biring this Dusky Dick, or whatever may be his name, to act as guide?” ““ Why so, Clara?’ asked her parent, with an air of surprise. “Well, you may laugh at me, or call me vision- ary, but [ shudder whenever be comes near me, I believe that he is a traitor, and has some dee Ps of his own that means danger to us all, f you ask my reasons, can only say what I bave; I only feel that he’s not what he seems. and I shall never rest easy until we are well ri of him.” ‘**T don’t like him overly well, myself,” slowly replied Calhoun, ‘‘ but still, I think he is honest and trustworthy.” “Then why does he not attend to his business, instead of intruding where he can’t help but see his presence is unwelcome?” warmly cried Clara. “Why, daughter, what do you mean? What has he been doing?” “Just this. I can’t stir a step from the wag- ons, but what he is at my side, with his disa- ethers smile and worse compliments. At first did not appear to mind them, but of late he has grown still more impudent, and the more I rebuff him, the more he persists, until now, un- less it is put a stop to, I will feel obliged to keep within the wagon all the time.” “You never spoke of this before, Clara,” ut- tered Calhoun, slowly. ‘If he has troubled you so much, why not have told me?” * Because [ thought he would desist, and then there would be no trouble, But to-day he gross- ly insulted me,” ‘Stay, Buenos,” commanded the major, plac- ing a hand upon the young man’s arm, as he made a motion of anger; ‘‘let mo settle this, He insulted you, Clara?” ‘“Yes. He told me that the time was not far distant when I would crouch at his feet, and be glad to call him master /” exclaimed the maiden, her eyes flashing, y “But what led to this?” *“T hardly remember, but I told him he had other duties to perform, that would become him better than forcing his company upon those to whom it was unwelcome, I had tried to leave him by riding faster, to one side, or by falling back; but he kept close beside me.” Major Calhoun aroseand glanced around upon the animated scene, The two guides had re- turned, and were awaiting supper, meanwhile smoking their pipes. ° **'Tom Maxwell, come here for a moment,” called the leader, and the tall guide sprung nim- bly to his feet and approached the group, doff- ing the dirty felt hat with an almost reverential bow to Clara, ‘Maxwell, my man, I wish to ask your ad- vice, and [ trust-you will be plain and candid in your reply,” began Calhoun, “ Maje, ’'m Tom Maxwell, an’ you’ve hearn tello’ me afore now—but did you eyer hear ’at
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4 _. Dusky Dick’s Duen. Ce ee a SS I lied, or made a practyce o’ any sech a dirty, sneakin’ business? The truth is a mighty broad an’ plain trail, boss, to them which is clear in the sight, an’ my ol’ mother arnt me to squint true ‘long that trail, tellin me—‘ Now, sonny, jest foller your nose, an’ goahead!’ An’ ever sence then I’ve did so, on’y, mayhap, steppin’ a leetle to one side in the matter o’ a red-skin, or sech like; but I allays tuck it up jest whar I left it. I'll tell you the truth ef it bu’sts me—go on!” Calhoun appeared used to the somewhat ram- bling style of the old guide, and resumed: ‘We were just talking about this Dusky Dick, as you cail him; what is your opinion of him, Tom?” “H-u-m! Asa guide or a man?” “ Well—both.” “ Ya—as,” drawled Maxwell, smoking rapid- ly. ‘Fu’st, as a guide. He’s quick an’ sharp- witted, knows a buffler-chip from a ant-hill; he is dead shore on a trail or fer sign; a bully shot, rider, an’ all that; kin tell you, or mark down like a printed map, every river, crick an’ water- hole that is atween here an’ Salt Lake. Or to sum it up, as the lawyers o’ St. Louey ’d say, he knows every feet o’ the trail, kin tell whar to ixpect Injuns, or not to ixpect ’em, ekil to anybody what lives an’ breathes,” “You praise him up very highly, Tom,” re- marked Buenos Ayres. “Dol, then? Thats jest as folks thinks, But honest, I don’t know a single man ’at I'd ruther hev along ‘ith me, ’n this very Dusky Dick, per- vidin’, mind ye, thet he hed some strong intrust in the train’s gittin’ through right side up, all hunky. But ef so be he hed a spite ag’inst any- body, then I'd ruther hev the devil hisself fer a chum,” he said, earnestly. ** Well, as a mau,” added Major Calhoun. “Wal, fu’st: he shoots off his mouth too durned much; he’d talk the ha’r off’m a buffler bull’s hump, an’ not more’n hafe try. He’s wuss’n old Daddy Lapyear, the preacher-man, which used to keep camp-meetin’ nigh to whar I lived when a little shaver; an’ more’n that couldn’t be said. Look at his eyes—look at his face—look at his motion; look at him all over, well, The hull outfit sais snake, jest as plain as geese-goose; an’ the wu’st kind o’ sarpint, too— the ongainly, sneakin’ copperhead, “ Ef he tu’k a dislike to a feller, would he come right out flatfooted an’ tell bim so? Nary time—not muchly! He’d lay low an’ bite ’em in the heel. He's p’izon, I tell ye, p’izor from head to toe, an’ sarin death. Ef he gives you a black look, jest putt your heel on his head an’ squash it. But look to your boots fu’st. Gi’ me a match, youngster.” Calhoun then repeated the threats of Dusky Dick he had that day addressed to Clara, and seo awaited Tom’s reply, in some anxiety of mind, “ An’ he said that—he did?” slowly returned Maxwell, his brow knitting, as be puffed furi- ously at his relighted pipe. “Those words, or to the same effect.” Wal, then, thar’s snags ahead, boss, you kin just bet your high old ocean ware!” ex- claimed Tom, ‘* What’re you goin’ to do’boutit?” “*T don’t know, justyet. That is what I asked your opinion for, ‘Wal, then, ef he said them words, he meant somethin’. He ain’t the sort o’ feller to shoot his mouth off at nothin’, when he’s mad, jest fer the fun 0’ hearin’ bisself talk. Look here—do you know ’at he’s lost four trains in the last two years? an’ that one more jest got through by stud-hoss luck, a’ter two days’ hard fightin’? don’t say ’at he’s in cahoot ’th the reds, not a- tall; but ef I hed a spite ag’in’ this’ere train, an’ wanted to git it wiped out, ’'d jest go to Mister Dusky Dick, Esquire, an’ say—‘ Whar’s the *brigynees Dick?” significantly replied Tom, tap- ping ove horny finger against the other palm. “Then what do you advise, Maxwell?” some- what anxiously asked Major Calhoun, deeply impressed by the earnest words of the veteran zuide : “What do 1?vise? Now thar you’ve got me, as Joe Nerr said to the whale when he sucked bimin. What d’you think?” Sop ra some of discharging him,” was the thoughtful reply. ‘‘The very wu’st thing you could do! ‘Cause why. Ef he isarunnygade, thetis jest what he’d choose hisself, an’ then he’d bold high, low, jack in his hand, ’th a fa’r show o’ ketchin’ the game, to boot. No, sir! You must keep’im, an’ say nothin’ to make him ’spicious, an’ then— watch ‘im, Youll watch—the young feller, he'll wateb, an’ 771i watch, an’ it’s hard but what we kin manidge to keep him in trim.” “*S—st!” cautioned Ayres, rising erect, with hand upon his ready revolver, ‘‘So, Mister Dusky Dick, this is a specimen of your manners, is it? Eavesdropping!” he added, as the form of the guide stepped ont from behind the tree be- neath which the party were sitting. . “Should the criminal be absent when he is be- ing tried?” sneered Rouzee, with a slight empha- sis on the word italicised. ‘‘I was passing by— I heard my name coupled with treachery—and so I paused.” “ Jest so—I was hungry—I saw a fat goose—I stole it, said the fox!” murmured Tom, careless- ly hitching his belt around. ‘‘I told you he was a snake!” “ And what did you hear?” exclaimed Calhoun, arising. “T heard myself accused of treachery—of be- ing a renegade, and in collusion with the Indians, If not in so many words, at least plainly ee to be understood,” said Dusky Dick, delibera' vu Well then—what is your answer?” ‘What can it be? You are dissatisfied with me, and condemn me unheard, I will not serve any man who does not trust me fully, Tom Maxweil, yonder, knows the route quite as well as I do, and is capable of acting alone, I will bid you good-by, now,” “You mean to leave us?” “ Ves,” “Tf you heard so mucb, Mr. Rouzee, as you say, surely you heard Maxwell’s last words?” coldly added Major Calhoun, ‘‘ We prefer not to part with you; at least, not until we have reached a safer portion of the country than this is.” ** True as preachin’!” softly interjected the old - guide, ——o
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 5 To you mean to detain me against my will?” said Dusky Dick, stepping back a pace, “Tf necessary—yes.” ** By force?” ‘By force, if you compel us to adopt harsh measures,” impatiently exclaimed the major. “ Now, look here, Mr. Calhoun,” began Rouzee in a firm tone, ‘‘’m a free man, and not bound to youin any way. Ihave honestly performed my part of the contract thus far, and if I choose to leave you now, all you can do is to retain m wages. Do this if you will, but I'll notstay with you any longer.” “Ef [ hed a jass-ack what wouldn’t go, d’y’ think Vd wallop ’im?—bet your monkey-musek I would !” gently whistled Tom Maxwell, eying Dusky Dick with a benignant smile from beneath his battered slouch hat. “You are but one—we are three—or if but one word is spoken aloud, pet “And tam Dusky Dick!” cried the guide, in a defiant tone. “‘ You have heard of me before now, but you will know me, if you persist in this outrage. [I tell you that I wil fo, and there is but one thing thatcan stop me—death !” and as he spoke, he leaped back so as to place the trio in front of him, and drawing a brace of revolvers, he cocked them with a clear, signifi- cant click. “That long-legged beauty yonder told you that I could shoot true, and for once he told the truth, You may keep me here, but it will not be while I can draw trigger or sight along a barrel, Stop!” he added, sternly, as the three men-made a motion toward advancing, ‘ The first weapon drawn, or the first step toward me, will the death-warrant of Miss Clara yonder! Before God, I will shoot her, if I am molested!” They saw that he was in terrible earnest, and instinctively shrunk back. “Shell I take him, maje—shell I take him?’ hoarsely whispered the old guide, his form crouching and trembling with anger at the rebel’s audacity. *No—no, don’t stir, Tom—for your life, don’t!” cried Calhoun, fearfully. ‘‘ The devil will shoot her if you do! Go, then, if you wish it, but if you harm one of the party I will hunt you down like a dog! Go while you can,” he added, bitterly. ‘*Ha! ha!” laughed Dusky Dick, “ you are very generous, Major Calhoun, and I congratu- late you upon the facility with which you reverse your decision. I will go, but you may expect me again very soon. love Miss Ciara pon greatly to abandon her so abruptly, for “Shoot him, father!” cried Clara, as she sprung up behind the huge tree-trunk, ‘‘ Never mind me—don’t let him brave you so!” The three men abruptly turned around at this sudden interruption, and then, as they saw tbat the maiden’s maneuver placed her in com- parative safety, they quickly drew their wea- ns; but the guide had vanished, and his unting laugh of defiance echoed back through ew th i “ After him, Tom—Buenos! and shoot him like a wolf, if you find him!” shouted Calhoun, as the three men dashed through the timber, in the direction from whence had come the inso- lent laugh, But their efforts at Dusky Dicks capture were all in vain, although the majority of the now fully aroused campers set out in pursuit of the fugitive; and one by one they returned to their now cold supper, silent and filled with a dim foreboding of impending peril. “Tt’s a bad job, maje, a pesky bad job,” quoth Tom Maxwell, as he helped himself to a fresh supply of the rude but wholesome viands; ‘‘ an’ I’m dub’ous that it hain’t all over yit. He never shed ’a’ got away—never! But who un- der the sun would ‘a’ thunk he’d ’a’ p’inted them pistils at Miss Clary? The dratted sarpint! urnin’s too good for sech as he is! Lord—Lord! what’s this world a-comin’ to, when sech pesky critters is made?” Double sour were posted that night, and an unusually strict watch was kept, but the long night passed by without further event worthy of record, and as the sun arose, it shone down upon the party slowly trailing along their weary way. CHAPTER II. THE STORM-CLOUD BREAKS. THE next day and the next passed by with- out any event other than such usually attendant upon an emigrant’s daily toil along the almost endless trail, and the majority of the party were inclined to laugh at the parting words of Dusky Dick, as mere vaporing, proceeding from chagrin, But not so with all. Torn Maxwell did not take this view of it, nor did the majcr or Buenos Ayres, and a steady, unremitting watch was kept up, both night and day, while great pre- cautions were used in selecting the nightly en- campment, Toward night of the second day succeeding the departure of Rouzee, the veteran guide paused until the wagon driven by young Ayres, in which also sat Major Calhoun, came up be- side him. “* What’s up now, Max?” ‘Nothin’, maje, as I knows on,” replied Tom, “But look yonder—d’y’ see them ar trees, jest beyon’ that peint o’ risin’ ground?” * Certainly.” “Well, that’s the place to camp to-night, Plenty of wood, water an’ grass.” ‘““ Well?” queried the leader, seeing that some- thing lay beyond the guide’s words, “TI don’t know, boss, but what you'll laugh at me, an’ think I mought be in better bizness, but—” hesitated Tom, a little nervous “Why should I, Tom? I certainly should not if you are in earnest. But what's the mat- ter “Jest this: you hain’t forgot what Dusky Dick said, nor hain’t 1 wither. It’s be’n a-run- nin’ in my mind all day, an’I can’t help think- in’ that thar’s so’thin’ in it, You know he said that we’d see bim ag’in, an’ his eyes said, jest as plain as a nigger’s heel, that if we did, it would not be alone.” “Then you think—” ‘*T teckon; leastways I ’spect so. Ef you ax what, why Til bet a buffler-hump ag’in’ a turkey buzzard, that we'll ’ither see or hear
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apne ae aa RL 6 Dusky Dick’s Duel. so’thin’ o’ Mr. Dusky Dick, afore another sun. T feel it all over me.’ ** What are you going to do?” somewhat im- patiently asked Major Calhoun. “First, ’'m goin’ to scout ‘round ontel dusk, T know the lay right well around here, an’ it’s jist the out-doin’est place you ever did see, for bushment and Injun deviltries. It’s a plain shoot for the river thar, an’ you won’t need me for that.” ** Well, don’t be gone long, nor run any more risk than is absolutely necessary, Maxwell,” earnestly added Calhoun; “ for you are our only dependence, now. I don’t believe there is one us all. that has the slightest idea of where we are, or the road necessary to take, in order to reach safety.” “ Maje,” slowly said the old guide, ‘ I'ma rough old coon, what ain’t o’ much a’count one way nor tother; I hain’t got no kin, nor Nations livin’, as 1 knows on. I never hed a wife— leastways, nobody ‘cept it mought be a squaw now an’ then, for a week or so, an’ 1 never hed a child who could call me pap; but for all that, T know how you must feel when you look at _ Miss Clary, an’ think ’at she’s in danger. “T ain’t o’ much a’count, as [said, for I’m old an’ most wored out, but still 'd fou’t as hard as the best, for the few drops o’ blood in my kar- kidge, an’ I say sooner than let her get hurt, even to her teentiest finger, why I'd be shot burnt, cut to pieces and then swallowed hole! t would by ge-mently!” “T believe you, Tom, but I hope there 1 be a call for your doing all that,” laughed Cal- oun, “Wal, jist follow your nose, an’ stop yonder ontil I git back,” and then loosening the tightly drawn rein against which his balf-wild mustang was chafing, the grizzled old guide sped swiftly away from the wagon-train, Once beyond sight of the trail, Maxwell pro- ceeded more slowly and with greater pre- caution. Veering to the right, so as to embrace as much ground as possible in his contemplated detour, he closely scratinized the ground for sign, while keeping a wary lookout upon either band and in front, not caring to run blindfold into an ambush should there in reality prove to be enemies in his vicinity. He was proceeding thus when his horse sud- denly gave a snort and stood still in his track, Quickly raising bis eyes from the ground, tho old guide sent a keen glanco around him, and then uttered a long, low whistle, as he perceived the evident cause of his animal’s alarm. Just debouching from tho bills, or rather from behind them, was a large body of horse- men, and though at nearly a mile’s distance he had no hesitation in pronouncing them to be Indians, from the long sere and various trap- pings, together with their peculiar style of rid- ing. They were to the right, and at the same time a little in his front, being nearly in a direct line with himself and the place where the emigrants intended to camp for the night. They had evidently observed bim, and had paused, as if in irresolution, thus allowing Max- well a moment for deliberation. ; They might be friendly, but he did not _be- lieve it, and felt little inclined to cultivate their close acquaintance. Still he did not like to run, for be well knew the truth of the old adage—a fleeing form invites pursvit—and that should he flee the rogues would assuredly chase him. Then were they hostile, as he more than sus- pected, the emigrants would undoubtedly be the sufferers, as they had not yet had time to en- camp and corral the wagons in order of defense, Outnumbered and taken by surprise they would be massacred without mercy. Tom Maxwell did not believe that their exact position was kuown by the Indians, from the unguarded movements of the latter, and re- solved to draw them away, if possible, or at least detain them until the emigrants would be better prepared for the meeting. “Come, Ebenezer,” he muttered, drawing up the reins and settling himself firmly in the deep saddle; ‘* you hain’t any much tired as yit, an’ kin hold yer own with these scalawags, for a bit, anyhow. Now you jest git up an’ git!” As he spoke, Maxwell urged the sturdy mus- tang onward, uttering a wild yell and bending low down, As if decided upon their course by the old man’s action, the Indians dashed after him, in silence. The look of anxiety upon Maxwell’s face deepened as he noted this fact, for it served to confirm bis already strong suspicions, He knew that only some great and powerful motive could induce an Indian to suppress the vindictive, exultant yell usual when their foe and an anticipated victim is before them; and what could that motive be, unless it was a de- sire not to alarm the company of emigrants whom he had been guiding? More than ever he believed that Dusky Dick was connected with this new phase, and if so, he would need to be doubly wary and foresighted. Instead of riding direct toward the camp, Maxwell pursued a course that would carry him past it, at about a mile’s distance, with a con- siderable ridge intervening, intending to draw the savages entirely away from the wagon- train, if possible, but at any risk to protract the race until a more favorable moment, His thorough knowledge of the surrounding country now stood him in good stead. The hills loomed up before him, and the valley he was now in appeared to extend clear through beyond the high ground, but in reality it ended in'a cul de sac, from which escape would be almost impossible. Veering a little to the right, ho dashed on, with an occasional glance back at bis pursuers. He was gratified to see that he at any rate bad maintained his vantuge-ground, and, barring an accident, he felt confident of baffling pursuit until the shades of night afforded him secure cover, Maxwell knew that by rounding the now near hill, he would find a clear route to the plains beyond, whose small mottes of timber were scat- tered at short intervals, Close along the further side of these hills, tho river ran; then makin, an abrupt turn, flowed through the level ground. Maxwell was much attached to ‘t Ebenezer,” bis horse, bui when it was placed against the welfare of the train, and that of Clara Calhoun, fur whom be had iaken a deep and fervent lik- ing, he did not hesitate. He resolved to aban-
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. q ee don the mustang, and trust to good fortune to | and the openings were still further barricaded recover him again. Still at nearly a mile in advance of his pur- suers, the guide rounded the hill, and reached the river-side. Dismounting, be struck the horse a sharp blow, and thus turned him loose. True to his plans, Ebenezer dashed madly away up the river, toward the nearest clump of tim- ber, with a wild snort of alarm and pain. Running along a few yards in an opposite direction, Maxwell crouched down in a rocky hollow, with a fast-beating heart and an anx- ious face. He knew that, was his ruse discov- ered too soon, bis life would be forfeited, beyond all doubt, True, he still held his rifle and revol- vers, but what would bis one arm avail against those of over three-score savages? He saw the mustang disappear bebind the motte at full speed, aud hoped that his pursuers had not yet gained a position from whence they could note the absence of its rider, If they had not, then he felt that he was safe. Then the enemy spurred swiftly by, following keenly upon the plain trail, without a pause or single glance around the point. Then they, too, passed behind the timber island, Chuckling heartily, Tom arose and entering the water, ran lightly along its edge, until he came to a small log, lying upon the shore. Roll- ing this into the water, the guide secured his rifle upon it, and then entering the swift currert, swam rapidly down-stream, pushing the float a him, thus keeping his gun and powder ry. As he came in view of the wagon-train, he uttered a loud, clear shout, and leaving the water, ran lightly toward the camp, which was all confusion. “What is it, Tom? Where's your horse?” excitedly asked the major, as he met the old scout. “ Boun’ for Salt Lake, takin’ a wheen o’ pesky red-skins to visit ol’ Brigham!” “ What do you mean?” “Jest what I say. But we hain’t got no time to talk now—thar’s work to bedid, Dusky Dick an’ a wheen o’ red imps is on the rampage, rod- hot fer ha’r, an’ll pay us a visit afore sun-up to- morry.” . “‘ How do you know?” anxiously queried Cal- oun. “Ca'se I seed ’em. Don’t jabber—work /” impatiently added Tom, as he entered the little corral, He glanced around, anxiously taking fn every detail, and then added, in a voice of disgust: “What on airth was you fellers a-thinkin’ about, anyhow? Don’t you seo you'd orter bin out yander, away from the river? They kin swim down in the dark, an’ take usin the r’ar, now. But it’s too late to mend that now, so do as[ do, They'll be here in less’ a-nour now, fer they'll know we're on the lookout, soon’s bar find Ebenezer.” he corral had been formed close to the river- bauk, in a half-circle, and in the usual manner; that is, in tyvo rows of wagons, the one coverin the joints in the other. By Tom Maxwell’s di- rections, the whcels were let down in holes has- tily dug, so that the axlesrested upon the prairie by articles taken from the wagons, The fires were extinguished and the women and children stowed away in as perfect securit; as could be obtained, in the inner tier of vehi- cles. But while doing so, a startling discovery was made, There was one missing—Clara Calhoun was in no place tobe found! A few minutes’ quest aa them that she was not within the cor- ra And then Maxwell found that her horse was also missing from the others, In an agony of apprehension Calhoun hastened to and fro, eagerly questioning each one as to when they had last noticed her, All he could learn was simply this: Clara had been riding, as usual, and at some little dis- tance to one side of the train, just before Tom Maxwell started out on his reconnoissance, During the confusion anent the encamping, she had been lost sight of. No one could say more than this. “What can we do, Tom?’ anxicusly asked Calhoun, to the gloomy guide. “Not much, onless she comes in o’ herself. The reds is snoopin’ ’round an’ ’!] be most sar- tin to gobble up any as goes out to hunt fer her. But Pll resk it, anyhow, fer a bit, Kee the boys to work, an’ don’t git fooled, "fore come back.” Then tho old guide left the corral and hast- ened along the back trail, soon disappearing amid the fast-gathering shadows, And thus an hour passed by, when the whistle of Maxwell was heard, followed in a few moments by hi self; but he alone, “Where is she, Tom?” “The good Lord on’y knows, boss. Least- ways, I don’t. Didn’t see hide nor ha’r o’ her. But the reds is a-comin’.” “Do they know where we are?” ““Reckon so; but ef not, they'll soon find us.” “Tf they do find us, how do you think it'll end, Maxwell?” queried an emigrant, in a tone of anxiety. “T kin tell better a’ter it's over, fri’nd,” any replied Tom, with a significant shrug. ‘‘ But ef they don’t git no more to help ’em, why we stand afa’r show. They’re on’y three to one,” “Only! And isn’t that enongh, for con- science’ sake?” “Frind, where a feller is Aizhtin’ fer his wife an’ lettle ones, he’s ekil to four, what’s on’ themselves,” and then silence once more reign throughout the corral, at least so far as conver- sation was concerned, But, as may be imagined, the suspense and misgiving of the father, with others, was terri- ble, whon they thought of what might have be- fallen the missing maiden, It was well that tho welfare of the train helped to divide their thoughts, Without somo such duty, their thonghts would have been doubly distrecting, It was plain that nothing moro could be done untilafter the threatened peril had passed. Until then, they could only hope and pray that no serious evil might befall the wanderer. Thus fer, nothing had been seen or heard of the savages, and anumber of the emigrants hulf-believed that tho old guide had been de-
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eo ES 8 Dusky Dick’s Duel. ES ceived, and that the party of red-skins had been peaceable ones, who had no designs upon the train, The sky was clear and unclouded, and the full moon had already arisen. Whether this last fact was a blessing or otherwise, was an open question to the emigrants, for if it served to betray the enemy in case they attempted a sur- rise, it would likewiso furnish sufficient light y which the death-dealing bullet, or the scarcely less to be dreaded arrow, could be di- rected with almost the certainty of one at mid- day. ee an offset to the error in corraling the wagons upon the river-bank, there were no trees or bushes within short gunshot of the en- campment, while the plain was level and smooth almost as a floor, so that for over a hundred yards, the savages would be forced to advance = in the teeth of their enemy. id Tom Maxwell was regarded by allasa sort of leader, and each word he spoke was earnestly listened to, and every hint of direc- tion promptly obeyed without a murmur or a protest. 5 It was some two hours or more, after the moon had arisen, that the first sign of the enemy’s presence was observed, and only the well-trained eye of the old guide could at first discern the suspicious object. He quickly glided from man to man, whispering to each: “Thar’s a red out yon’, snoopin’ ’round to diskiver ef so be w.’re on the lookout, Now don’t — it all, but take it cool an’ do jest as I say. Ef he on’y keeps to the outside, why let %im go, but ef he a’temps to enter, then wipe him out as quickly as you know how. Don’t make no n’ise, nor don’t let him make none, nyther.” As he returned to his post, old Tom saw that the spy had drawn considerably nearer, until the a hei face could be distinctly seen, as the moon’s bright rays streamed full upon his cautiously uplifted head. The eyes of the veteran scout began to glisten, and his hands nervously clutched at his rifle, as though eager to put a final period to the night- rowling of the painted demon, but then his bitual coolness returned, and he calmly awaited the denouement, The spy gradually drew nearef to the double row of wagons, and paused close beside the outer line, just in frontof Maxwell, He uttered a low grunt as of disgust, as he found that the beds were almost upon a level with the ground, and that hecould not pass beneath them, as he evidently intended, — Then he turned aside and slowly began skirt- ing the corral. Although it was a trying or- deal, the emigrants obeyed their leader’s orders to the very letter, even suspending their breath as the spy gently stole along the line, Apparently this worthy became fully con- vinced that the emigrants were soundly sleeping in false security, for he at length began to climb over the barricade. Perhaps he was after plunder, or mayhap he was a young brave, burning to distinguish himself and to win a name among his people, by taking the first scalp. — _ Butif so, he was doomed never to realize his ¥- / dream, for as he leaped lightly to the ground, a pair of strong hands were instantly twined around his throat, effectually checking all out- cry, while another of the emigrants p unged a keen knife deep into the broad, swelling chest. One faint, gurgling groan, a convulsive quiver, and the spirit of the red-man fled from the ghastly wound and took up the trail to the happy bunting-grounds, ‘om Maxwell glided quickly to the scene of death, and bent eagerly over the corpse, scan- ning its features closely by the clear moonlight. “Tt’s a dratted ’Rapahoe, boys, but I don’t know him, You did it up slick, but it’s on’y ee a beginnin’; they'll send out another, when e don’t come back on time, to Parn what’s up. So hunker down an’ wait. Don’t one o’ you fire, though, ontel I give the word.” Perhaps another half-hour slowly dragged its weary length along, before anything more oc- curred to break this painful suspense, and then another dusky form was observed coming from much the same direction as that followed b the ill-fated spy. They all knew that the crisis was now close at hand, and every nerve was steeled, and though many a heart beat faster ben usual, there was none that fluttered with ear, The second spy had advanced to within a dozen yards of the corral, when one of the erly watching emigrants fell forward, and ac- cidentally touched the trigger of his cocked rifle, Tbe sharp report rang out upon the still night air, sounding to the startled men like the roar of artillery. At the same moment the spy arose to his feet and turned to flee, uttering a wild whoop of alarm, But it was his last cry upon earth, for the quick eye of Maxwell directed the unerring rifle, and at the red-skin’s second leap, the quick report rung out, and the second victim of the list that was yet to follow died without a groan. Like an accompaniment to the double shot there came a blood-curdling chorus of yells and whoops, and a horde of dusky fiends were seen to spring up as if from the bowels of the earth, upon the level plain beyond. “Look out, boys! here they come!” yelled old Tom, as he sprung to his feet and began rapidly reloading his rifle. ‘* Take it cool, but gi’e it hot. It’s fer life now!” As the dusky fiends swarmed close to the barricade, a blinding flash rose along the line, and at such near quarters, the effect was deadly in the extreme, Sbhrill cries of agony were blended with yells of rage, as a number of as- mine fell, dead or dying, before the scathing volley. The sav: paused, as if in stupor, and then as the terrible quick-repeating revolvers began to play upon their crowded ranks, their ardor suddenly cooled, and as if by magic they dis- appeared, leaving their fallen as they lay, upon the field. A wild exultant shout followed them, for it seemed as if the repulse was complete. ‘“‘Save your breath ys,” said the veteran guide, with a silent ‘but joyous laugh; “fer you'll need it, every smitch, afore day. This is on’y the primin’, an’ the rail airnest work is yit tocome, Fodder up an’ look out fer breakers!”
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. “Then you thivk they'll make another at- tack?” anxiously queried Major Calhoun, who stood beside Maxwell, reloading his weapons with the rapidity of an expert.» ‘*Bet Ebenezer ag’in’ a jack-rabbit—which is long odds—that they will, They didn’t know we was ready for ’em, but tbey’ve Varnt a lesson now an’ they never need more’n one 0’ thet kind to open tha’r eyes,” This was probably the reason of the strange recklessness and want of caution that the In- dians had exhibited, for such is not their usual nature, They most likely believed that the shots had been fired by an alarmed sentinel, and then made their quick rush, hoping to overpower the startled and bewildered emigrants before they were well awakened and aware of the real fact. 2 And then, when ted in such a deadly manner, they perceived the error they had fallen into, fleeing in confusion and momentary dismay. But as the old guide had predicted, the worst was yet to come, and the savages would be doubly desperate now, from the heavy loss they had experienced. Their approaches now would be all the more to be dreaded, because they would be conducted with all caution and subtleness. During the entire assault and repulse the say- ages had scarce fired a dozen shots, and not one of the emigrants was harmed, so well were they sheltered. But one of the horses, who had been tethered at either end of the barricade near the banks of the river, had been struck by a random bullet and killed. As it alarmed the others, by Maxwell’s di- rection, the body was pushed over the bank into the river. And then each man returned to his post, while those detailed to watch the water-side retained their position. CHAPTER It. A WILD RACE, MEANWHILE, where was the missing maiden, Clara Calboun? Let us glance back and learn, The information gleaned by Major Calhoun from the emigrants was correct, so far as it went, Clara had been riding, as usual, and when she had learned the spot chosen for the encampment, which she could readily locate by the neighboring grove of trees, she resolved to enjoy a little gallop ere night fell, and by this means she would also avoid much of the disa- oe noise and confusion attendant upon ing : So she bore abruptly to the right, and with loosened rein dashed merrily away, the proud mustang tossing his head gladly at this unusual relaxation. But Clara’s little ride was destined to be car- ried out upon a scale of far greater importance then she had anticipated, and ere it was ended, she Py: fated to undergo a season of peculiar trial. From before her horse’s feet there sprung up @ rabbit—one of that overgrown breed popular- ly known us “ jack-rabbits,” which, if not often palmed off on greenhorns as full grown mules, as Westerners ig Se assert, are sufficiently large to astonish those used only to the more diminutive species common to “the States ”— and dashed away over she short grass, clearing fully half a score yards at each jump. Clara’s eyes sparkled, and bending forward she spoke to her horse in a low tone, gently touching his flanks with her switch, The game creature bounded forward with a wild snort, while the maiden laughed long and loudly at this unique race, The jack-rabbit, like his more diminutive brother of the States, invariably resorts to one ruse in order to escape an enemy. It will flee for a considerable distance in a direct line, but then will ‘‘ double,” and return by a detour to near the starting-point. And this one was not an exception to the generalrule. For fully a mile it leaped ahead, with — mA leaving Clara far be~ hind, and then doubled, But Clara did not detect this last move, and urged her horse on at full speed. Then, how- ever, having lost sight of the animal, she drew rein and turned as if to retrace her ste; She glanced around, but the point toward which she believed was the camping-ground was bare and like that upon either hand, Not a tree was to be seen, The plain was nearly level, but she was now in a slight depression, that was from right to left like the trough be- tween two huge waves, “Come,” she said, as she twitched the reins and turned the mustang’s head toward the crest, ‘we must hurry, or we'll be too late for supper. It’s almost sundown.” ut then, as she paused upon the ridge, a wild ery broke from her lips. <A startling sight met her gaze. Before her, at not more than one-half mile distance, were a number of horsemen, coming toward her at full hee And even her un- trained eyes could tell that they were Indians; their trappings and peculiar manner of riding, outlined upon the red sky beyond, as they cross- ed a slight swell, told her that, “My God! Iam lost!” gasped Clara, for she believed that these forms were directly between her and her friends, unknowing how the chase after the rabbit had caused her to deviate from a true line, But then as a shrill cry came to her ears, borne over the intervening space by the light breeze, she wrenched her horse’s head around and dashed down the slope at a breakneck pace, Only one thought possessed her now: to increase the distance between her and these dusky fiends, of whose daring she had heard so many frightful incidents, And now the race was begun in sober earnest, It was no longer one of mere sport; freedom, perhaps even life, depended upon her retaining the vantage-ground thus fortunately gained, The truth may be told in a few words, These savages were but part of the band that had pur- sued old Tom Maxwell, who, after discoverin the riderless horse, had su ted the ruse, an were searching for the emigrant train. The had caught sight of Clara, just after she set off
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. in pursuit of the rabbit, and a band of them im- | —as though she was shortly afterward sur- mediately spurred forth to effect her capture, There was one circumstance in Clara’s favor, though she did not think of it then, The sun had already sunk bebind the western horizon, and inashort time more the shades of night would hide her from her enemies, provided she could elude their clutches for so long, But then she knew not whither she was go- ing. Ignorant of what lay before her, in a strange and wild region, what hope was there for her? Even supposing she should escape these ene- mies, how could she subsist in that wide prairie, destitute of food, or even the means of procuring any? She would only starve to death, die by slow degrees, And thus she sped on, carefully assisting her noble horse, as he Jabored on. Fortunate indeed it was for her that he was a mustang, prairie- born and bred; tough and hardy, though not re- markably fleet at a short stretch. But one of this race will easily tire out and even kill one of the larger breed from the States, and yet, after a brief rest and mouthful of short ass, be as well and fresh as ever. For hours they can be urged on at full speed, without giv- oarey beneath the strain. nd so, though beneath the saddle well-nigh that entire day, Clara’s horse sped on without flinching, and the maiden saw with joy that she was nearly, if not quite, maintaining her van- 6 ground, ut still, of what avail? How would it all end? She was fleeing further with each moment from her friends, and in trying to avoid one death, seemed but rushing upon another, scarce- ly less terrible. For fully an hour the race swept on, without any great change in the relative positions, The shades of night were now upon the prairie, and the moon not yet having risen, all around was dark and gloomy. Clara could see that she was nearing bigh und, but as she looked to see if she could not skirt it, the dim outlines of a long range met her eye, extending for miles upon either hand, Though fearful of losing ground, there was nothing for it but to dare the steep ascent. In a few minutes more, the fugitive was at the base of a rugged hill, and then as the shrill ells of exultation came up from the pursuers hind her, Clara urged her laboring horse up the steep ascent. It was hard work for the already overtasked animal, but it nobly responded to the call, and seagate 1 more than once stumbling, it struggled on until the extreme crest was gained. ‘But then as it dashed down the steep declivity, the mustang’s hoof rested upon a loose stone, and it pitched forward, headfirst, flinging its rider violently to the ground. Then arising, it still kept on, snorting wildly. lara felt a shock, then that she was falling— falling down what seemed an interminable depth, and then, with a frightful shock her downward course seemed to be checked, This, and then followed a blank, .A blank so fer as any definite sensation was concerned, and yet not entirely one, eitber, for it seemed—faint and indistinct, as ina dream rounded by phantom figures, and a far-away hum as of human voices in consultation, was also in the vision, if vision it was, The figures seemed to raise her from tho ground and then convey her gently through the air, for what seemed an almost interminable length of time, Then she was placed upon the cool ground beside a murmuring rivulet, when cool water was sprinkled over her face, while warm, soft hands chafed her own, Then with a feeble cry she started up and gazed wildly around her, The phantom forms were now more substantial—the voices sounded more clearly upon her ear, and she knew that the visionary dream had been a reality. Then she uttered a feeble cry and suck back, with a convulsive shudder. Before her she be- held a hideous face, dusky, it seemed, with nodding plumes surmounting it, that she knew could only belong to an Indian! She felt that she was lost—that her pursuers had overtaken her, and that she was helpless in the power of the merciless fiends! CHAPTER IV. THE FORLORN HOPE, “Do you think that Dusky Dick is with them, Maxwell?” “*} would sw’ar it, boss, ef that wasn’t ag’in’ my natur’,” promptly replied the old borderer. as he seated himself beside his loop-hole, an coolly began cutting a plug of tobacco iato bits, to fill the nod that he held in his mouth, as he spoke. ‘But I tell you he’s thar. I didn’t see him when those galoots was a’ter old Ebenezer, but they was in a crowd, an’ I didn’t hev time to look good. But I kin smell him now.” “Smell him!” echoed Calhoun, somewhat as- tonished at the positive tone of the old guide, “ Yas, sir,” quoth Tom, cramming the tobacco into the pipe-bowl. ‘‘ You know thar is sech a thing as smell, don’t ye? Wal, then, one thing smells like somethin’ else, an’ then ag’in another don't. See? selecting a match from a small pocket-safe, “You won’t risk a light here now, Tom?” “No danger, boss, fer as you'll see, when J make a light, thar hain’t a smich o' light to be see’d; that is, onless Be look whar it is, an’ then you won’t see it, nuther,” laying his old slouched hat upon the ground over the handle of his knife. Then he lay down, protruding his pipe-bowl beneath the hat, and striking a match, ignited the pipe without betraying a light larger than that of a glow-worm. You see, some things kin be did ’s well’s others, ef so be you know ‘a how to do it, But as I was sayin’, I kin smell that pesky varmint Dusky Dick, Dif’rent folks is dif’rent, you know, but then they’re all alike, too, a’ter all. Now then, thar’s Miss Clary; she smells jest like a gre’t big bun’le o’ posies, figur’tively speakin’, in course. Then thar’s you—sorter like a per- simming. Ef a feller bites you at the wrong time, why he’d a heap ruther squat down bar’- legged onto a big ho’nets’ nest than to do it ag’in, But ef the sign is right, then it’s jest like biled honey, unly more so, Then ag’in, furder
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ve Dusky Dick’s Duel. a2 an’ more so, thar’s Jack Wilson. He smells jest like a bottle o’ pepper-sass, A. leetle is mighty good, but ef you gits too much, why you're boun’ to sneeze an’ go a-milkin’, So Dusky Dick smells like a copperhead or a rattler, I tell ou he’s thar, all ready for bitin’, for J smells im!” earnestly declared Maxwell, smoking vigorously. “Look out yonder, Tom, where that little ridge of sand ends,” suddenly whispered ._ Calhoun, touching the old guide upon the shoulder. “ What is that long, dark thing?” After a moment’s scrutiny of the suspicious- looking object, Maxwell replied: : **Tt looks su’thin’ like a chunk cut out o’ a black cloud, don’t it? Reckon ’tain’t, though, come to think, Would be a Injun ef ’twasn’t somethin’ else. "Sides, it’s too big an’ too long an’ too much so all over forared. "Tain’t a canoe, nuther, ’cause thar hain’t no water thar. I’d go out an’ ax its name, on’y I’m "feered it'd rare up an’ onsettle my supper,” slowly drawled the old guide, evidently talking from mere force of babit, without heeding what he said, “Tt surely moves—see! It’s closer now than when I first noticed it!” anxiously added Cal- houn, nervously handling his rifle. ‘* Hasy—easy, boss, or you'll skeer the durned thing so bad itll run off right spang a-diddle through us,” continued Tom, the while keenly eying the nondescript. ‘It does move, by ge- mently! but I don’t see no legs, an’ it ain’t no sarpint, ’less it’s swallered its own head an’ tail. Mebbe it’s a whale?” One of the emigrants now came up beside them and called their attention to a similar ob- ject at a little distance to the left, that had puz- zled the others in the same manner. + ‘‘Good gracious, boss,” exclaimed Tom in a vexed tone, ‘*thar’s jest the biggest set o’ fools round these diggin’s as was ever got together in one heap, I jest bet my pile! They was fools for thinkin’ they could fool us with them, an’ we was bigger fools for gittin’ fooled by them dratted fool logs! It’s the beatin’est foolery ’at I ever knowed!” These words explained the mystery, and the others were as greatly surprised as ha’! been the old scout, that they had not penetrated the ruse sooner, The Indians had procured a number of logs, and were now peer in rolling them up toward the corral, evidently hoping to thus gain a posi- tion from whence they could securely pick cff the defenders of the wagon train at their own leisure. ““ What is to be done now, Tom?” and the ma- jor could not entirely conceal his uneasiness as he spoke, “Why, jest kill a dozen o them loggerheads, an’ then the others’ll take the hint aut leaves? “ But how?” “Shoot ’em, in course. You don’t s’pose they'll let you git cluss enough to do anythin’ else, do ye?” ** But they’re hid behind the logs.” “Ef they keeps hid all the time they won’t do overly much damage a-shootin’, shore, No, sir/ When a feller shoots, his bead has got to be as high as the bar’l, an’ ef it’s atop o’ the log, why don’t you see? His head must bo thar, too, in course, onless he’s cross-eyed an’ kin shoot roun? the corner,” argued Tom, ““Then you mean to—” *T reckon. We'll try it, anyhow, jest for beans. You feller, go an’ send Wilson an’Texas Joe here, quicker!” In a few woments the two men designated were at hand, and then Maxwell directed them what to do. The logs were now within fifty yards of the outer wagons and were still draw- ing yet nearer, though slowly. “ Hunker down here, boys, an’ see that you’re well kivered. Ready! Now one o’ you fire to’rds that log afore us, Don’t make no differ’ whether you aim at it or that big star yon- der, rae so you shoot; an’ then dodge down, uick, The gun was discharged as directed at one of the stationary logs, and instantly there came a return shot, evidently aimed at this flash, for the bullet plowed up the dirt in close proximity to the men. Then, like an echo the rifle of the guide spoke, and was blended with a wild yell of death-agony that told it had not been discharged in vain, while a dark figure sprung high up into the air, and faliing, lay motionless upon the ground out in the open moonlight. ** See, boss,” exultantly cried Maxwell, rolling quickly aside from the loop-hole in time to avoid a return shot. ‘I told you ’at something could be did ’s well ’s others, an’ now you see they kin, an’ better, too!” A chorus of vindictive hoots and_ cries an- nounced that the enemy were anything but pleased at the working of their scheme, and then a general volley was fired from behind the logs. This time a cry uprose from the interior of the corral and then the word was passed around that one of the men was killed, At this calamity —the first one of any importunce—a heavy gloom settled over the spirits of the defenders, for they knew not but that ere the morning’s sun should rise, they would all haye met the same dread fate, But their attention was speedily. diverted from this sad thought, and their every energy required to avert the threatened doom, The cry went up that another onset was at hand, With the never-failing yells and screeches, the foe sprung up from bebind their coverts, and swarmed forward like so many phantoms cf death; and then the air was filled with the hiss- ing bullets and hurtling arrows. As before, 1 dazzliug line of flame shot along the entire length of the barricade, aud so deadly was its effect that the desperate onslaught was momentarily checked, Only momentarily, though, and then there came a simultaneous shock against the cuter row of wagons, as tho assailants gained this shelter. Then the enemies were separated by only a few feet, and for a few fast fleeting seconds there was a pause. It was broken, however, by a shot from the corral, and as an lndian uttercd the death-shriek, his companions strove desperately to scale the barricade, Did they reveal their persons to the keen eyes of the besieged, a bullet was speedily sent upon its deadly mission; did they essay to crawl
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SS SE — 13. Dusky Dick’s Due), beneath or over the wagons, they were met by pistol-shots, knife-thrusts or clubbed rifles. Nor were the defenders unscathed, More than one still and ghastly form incumbered the interior of the corral, while here and there writhed one in mortal agony, shrieking aloud but with fast weakening accents, the names of his loved ones; of those, who were even then, perchance, praying for his safety, that he might pass that terrific ordeal unharmed, Although old Tom Maxwell and Major Cal- houn were desperately busy, their voices were silent. There was little need of orders then, for each man was nobly doing his duty, and that lay plainly before him. Then there came a loud shout from those men who were stationed close to the extremities of the barricade, so as to overlook the water’s surface, A cry that announced some new peril tareatening their safety; a cry that was echoed exultantly back by the demons in front, who now seemed to redouble their efforts to scale the barrier, Maxwell quickly gained one end of the corral] and beheld the river’s surface above their position, as well as directly in front, close to the water’s edge, dotted with sundry black objects that needed but one glance to be recog- nized as logs, bearing the firearms of savages, who were evidently sheltered behind them, but at the same time drawing nearer to their antici- pated prey. Those who exposed themselves first on going to the shore, were instantly saluted with a dead- 7 volley of pistol-balls, and for a brief space the others hesitated, as if disconcerted. They had evidently counted upon effecting an en- trance into the corral by surprise, while the emigrants were engaged in repelling the attack of the main body, and then tant orp their obstinate foes, but the forethought of the vete- ran guide had balked them. Then rallying, they made a desperate rush, gaining the shore, and several of them actually ining the bank, entering the corral, only to e hurled back, dead or dying, into the water. For a brief space it was a wild, horrible melee, rate and bloody. he report of fire-arms--the occasional ring- ing of steel against steel, as two foemen met in close contest—the confused-tramping to and fro--the shrill yell, either of rage or else of death-agony; the defiant shouts and hoarse oaths —the affrighted screams of the snorting horses— or the wail of some terrified infant, all com- bined into one fearful tumult! Then there came a long-drawn, quavering cry and as if by magic the savage assailants van- ished, like hoar-frost before the sun’s warm breath, But there followed no exultant shout from the emigrants, , - As they as fearfully around upon the forms of their dead and dying comrades, their hearts were rent with anguish and apprehen- sion, They saw but too plainly that another such triumph would be almost equivalent to a defeat, While the majority still retained their posts, keenly vigilant, others of the little band re- moyed the dead into one place and ministered to des’ \ nea aie of the wounded, to the best of their ability, It was a sad and heart-rending task, but their own peril was such that they had no time for bewailing their comrades’ sad fate, and then once more they returned to their posts. For nearly an hour all was silence within the little corral, and even the sorely wounded, de- spite their ‘agony, heroically suppressed their moans of. pain, lest they should tend to weaken the nerves of the defenders still leit. And the latter were far too deeply occupied with their own thoughts upon the impending peril to feel like conversing. But, at the end of this time, there was one who could maintain silence no longer—the old guide, Tom Maxwell. A voluble talker, he seemed totally ata loss while bis tongue was idle, and unlike most people, be appeared to think better and more closely while dilating upon some en- tirely foreign subject, Upon one side of him was stationed Major Calhoun; upon the other a young man, Buenos Ayres. It was with them, eitber or both, that he spoke. ‘* Wuss’n a Quaker meetin’, this is, specially a’ter sich lively doin’s as was jist now. ’Pears like I’d bu’st ef I was to hold in any longer—the words scroudge each other so ’t they haiu’t got room to kick in. What d’you think o’ the sitiva- tion, anyhow, boss?” ‘ * Tt’s bad—very bad,” gloomily responded Cal- oun, ‘That's true as gospil; but then ’tain’t quite so bad as it mou’t be ef it was wuss, anyhow, which is a gre’t consolation. I thought I was once in the wu’st fix ’at ever could be hatched up, when I was in the middle o’ a bayou, down in Texas, with a passel o’ red-skins on ‘ither hand, an’ three in a canoe cluss behind me, But then a corn- twisted alligator poked his nose right up from the water against mine, which mixed things up a little more so. “But I div’-—the canoe ran smack inside the critter’s mouth—thar was a scrunch, an’ then mebbe thar wasn’t some splashin’! I swum in *mongst the reeds, while the reds was flustrated, an’so fooled’em. Allof which goes to prove that we ain’t cotched vit.” ‘** Are you sure that Dusky Dick is with these devils to-night? I have ne ther seen nor heard im, “Bet yer life he is. But he ain’t nobody's fool, an’ knows well enough that ef he should show his ugly mug, itd bring a dozen bullets a’ter it, Most like, he’s painted up like one o' the rest; but he’s thar, shure—I smell him, I tell ye. ‘“You never heerd tell ©’ two sech attacks as them, right tergether, ’thout gees hed a particlar grudge to work out, or objeck to gain, *Tain’t Injun nature, it ain’t, Most like they’re a gang o’ outcasts an’ vaggarbonds as he’s picked up somewhars to do this dirty work, an’ this ’ere ain’t the fwst time, nuther, you mark me. No wonder he’s called an unluc guide fer the trains,” added Maxwell, signifi- oeny: and then he proceeded once more to fill is pipe. 2 had hoped he was not with them, for then T should not feel so uneasy about the result, J
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 13 think we can beat them off once more, anyhow, and if they were only after plunder, their loss would soon sicken them. Butif he is there, I fear the worst,” added Calhoun, thoughtfully. * Jest so; you talk right to the spot, you do— a’ter my own style. Never did fancy them fel- lers what jabbered so much ‘’mongst sech a heap o’ words; ’t stands to reason thar must be some lyin’; an’ I hate a liar like all ge-mently —I do so !” ‘It was a sad mistake, our leaving the regu- lar trail,” observed Ayres. “As it turns out, yes; but twar fer the best then. Water’s scarze on that route this dry weather, We did it fer the best. But why so?” ** Bocause we might hope for help trom some other train. As it is, we’re too far off for them to hear the fuss.” ‘Yas; tha’r ears hain’t long enough, Ketch @ .ot o’ jack-rabbits an’ chouge ’th ’em, Mules, too, Lord, yas!” “Why, Maxwell, what do you mean?” and Calhoun gazed anxiously at the old scout, whose eyes appeared fixed intently upon a bright star, while a vacant stare rested upon his counte- nance. * Don’t—let him alone, major,” whispered Buenos. ‘He don’t know he’s talking. I be- lieve he sees some way to fool these devils, and is settling the details.” And such was indeed the case. The words of Ayres had given a bint to the quick-witted uide, that he was not slow to take hold of, rom mere force of habit, his tongue shaped word: of which be was unconscious, “Thar! Pve got it! We'll fool the imps yit bs ge-mineezers! That is, we will ef we do; an ef we don’t why, we will, anyhow, No use talkin’—we must do it,” and the guide uttered a deep sigh of relief, as be glanced, first at one, then at the other, of bis companions. “Do what? What do you mean, Tom?’ *Tis'en. I said we’d fool them imps, an’ I b’lieve we kin do it, I don’t say we kin fer shore, but I think so, A feller mustn’t—” ‘But your plan—what is it?’ impatiently in- terrupted Calhoun, ‘ There is no time to lose,” “Thar’s another day a-comin’, boss,” coolly added Maxwell, his tones telling that bis mind was still busied with the details of bis plan. ‘No need to be ina hurry, Know’d a feller to die, onc’t, ’cause he was in too big a burry. Got lost thar—starved to death afore he could find his way out, Thar, it’s did —now listen, “* Fu’st, we’re here—theyre thar, an’ somebod else is in t’other place, We must find that other somebody, See?” hastily spluttered Maxwell, But how?? “You ’member the train we left at Dutch- man’s Crick—the soaer one? It couldn’t travel much faster’n we did, so it must be not very fur away now, on t/other trail. We must get word to them, Now for the how, ‘One o’ us—a volunteer ef thar is one—ef not, Pll try it—must drop over thar in the drink, an’swim down ontel be kin git out ’thout the reds seein’ him, Then he must put out, bot fut, an’ not stop fer nothin’ ontel he strikes t?other trail. Then ef the big train hes goed by, he must ketch up ’th it. be not, then he must go tother way ontel he finds it, That did,’he'll tell i ll do, ’th what we hev bere. See?’ “But can the trail be found, Tom? Won't whoever attempts it get lost?” *“Thar’s the no’the star—he kin keep that on bis right shoulder. He cain’t miss it—the trail runs from eend to eend—ouless he goes t/other way. You stay here, an’ I'll go see what the boys say "bout it.” ““No need of that, I will make the venture,” said Buenos, calmly, ““You—no, lad. I'd ruther go myself. It'll be resky—no_ two to one, a feller’ll git through. Bi 0’ Miss Clary,” earnestly responded Max- well. “I do—I have. She is lost, and every moment let go by, but adds to the danger of our never finding her, The sooner we are free to search for her, the better her chances are. I will not lose any time, and the thought that I am work- ing for her will help me through,” “ He is right, Tom,” answered Calhoun, ‘t He can do this as well as you can, and besides, he can hardly fill your place here, We need some one who is up to the dodges of the red devils, or we are lost indeed. You must stay.” “You're right, but I don’t like it, Still, it may be best. Td ruther trust him then ary other one as would go, now Texas Joe is rubbed out, ‘* Have you any further instructions to give?” asked Ayres, as he tightened the belt around his waist.” “No—on’y take keer o’ yourself. "Member that the life o the bull pack o’ us—and mebbe that o’ Miss Clary, too—depends on your gittin’ through all hunky. It'd be too late to try a-nother one, ef you—thunder! you won’t git rubbed out! Ef you do, durned ef I don’t jest up an’ swaller every sta red-skin out yender, alive, an’ then send make Dick down a’ter, to keep ’em stirred up lively. 1 will so!” “Well then, I'll go now. I wouldn't tell the boys how it is, till you know whether I get through safe or not.” ‘Leave your rifle here—tie a volver on top o’ your head, so it'll be dry an’ ready fer use, ef you should chaince to run ag’in’ any o’ the varmints. Swim cluss to the bank, whar it throws a shadder, an’ take your time ontel you it a safe distance. Then let your legs went, ont stop to look ef you're goin’ to tread on ary bug or nuthin’—let ’em squ’sh ef they don’t git outen the as. ,Onderstand?” y. 0 our sitivation an’ bring help—twenty sojers “Yes, Good- ** G@ood-by, and God bless and protect you, my boy,” uttered Calhoun, ioe ‘Thar—git out! You've filled my eyes full o’ bugs or so’thin’ a’ready, Ef the reds come now I couldn’t shoot a mite. Thar—now you're gone,” and the old guide pressed the young man’s hand warmly, while he brushed one sleeve across his eyes, now dimmed by a sus- picious moisture, Cautiously Ayres glided along the barricade, and slipping down the bank—here several yards high—entered the water. Then pate, low down, and keeping within the narrow belt of dark sbadow, he slowly floated down-stream, fairly bound upon bis truly perilous mission, And with painfully-throbbing hearts the two
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14 Dusky Dick’s Duel. men listened, dreading lest there should come to their ears with eacb passing moment, the ex- ultant shout of their savage foes, announcing the discovery of the young man, thus foiling their last hope—a truly forlorn one! CHAPTER V, RED-SKIN TOM. CLARA uttered a wild ery, and sunk back with ashudder. She believed her pursuers had over- taken, and now held her captive; but in this she ‘was mistaken, “ Do not be alarmed lady,” uttered a low voice close beside the maiden, ‘‘ You are among friends here, who will protect you with their lives if there be any need.” “ But he—he isan Indian!” half-unconsciously murmured Clara, ‘True, but he is far different from those who were chasing you. He is a true friend, and would fight in your defense quite as readily as I would.” “ Bes’ git back little furder. Injun shoot lenty straight by dis es Ketch hoss—den be back bumby. Bes’ hide in bushes up dere, den Injun go by—won’t see ’um!” interrupted a ruttural voice, evidently proceeding from the fips of the Indian alluded to, “You're right, Red-skin, They'll be apt to follow back on their own trail to see where she gave them the slip. Do you think youcan walk, miss?” he added, turning toward Clara; “‘ or shall I carry you? There is danger in lingering here, “Thank you—I will walk. If you lend me your arm, Ithink— Ah!” Clara rose to her feet by clinging to the strong arm of her new-found friend, but then, with an ayonized groan, she would bave fallen to the ground had not bis arms encircled her fainting form. The “violent fall had evidently injured the maiden far more severely than she had at first believed. ‘Lead the vay Tom,” muttered the he raised the gir in hisarms, “ Quick?’ The Indian turned and glided along the level plat for a few vards, then began ascending a steep incline. Up this for a considerable dis- tance; then he paused before a dense growth of bushes that seemed to shoot out from the very face of the bank, The man bearing Clara was quickly beside his red companion, and then they all entered the bushes, disappearing from sight, This spot was upon a hillside, at whose base ran a clear stream of water, Beyond this, again, was a level strip of ground, studded Biskly. with little clumps of trees and under- growth, The three persons were ensconced within the bushes, close against the rocks, that uprose, bare and gray, for nearly a dozen yards, sloping so that a stone dropped from the escarpment above, would touch the ground several yards out from the base, This cliff, however, only extended for a short distance upon either hand; then it ran out into a steep hillside, down which, on one hand, Clara had been cast by the stumbling of her horse, man, as ? ‘““ How do you feel now?’ asked the white man, after a moment’s rest, “Better, though still faint and dizzy. But how— I remember falling, and then all is blank, How did you find me, and where am IT? There were some Indians chasing me; where are they?” confusedly asked Clara, in a faint tone, In a few, quick words the stranger explained the part he had played in the adventure, He was an officer of a Government train of supplies, and had started out on a scout, togeth- er with one of their guides, a Delaware Indian named Red-skin ‘om, but had become belated while following up a trail. They had resolved to encamp for the night, when they were aroused by wild yells and the sound of hoof- strokes, Then they saw a woman rise the hill’s crest, and almost immediately fall from her horse, as it stumbled, He sprung forward and caught her, while Red-skin Tom crept to the hill-top to learn what had so alarmed her, He soon made out the figures of the pursuing savages, and then the two scouts had bidden in the bushes, with the unconscious maiden, until the war-party had thundered by, in hot pursuit of the riderless horse, Then they had hastened with Clara to the creek, where they succeeded in restoring her to consciousness, by the plenti- ful use of water, aided by a stronger fluid incased in a flask carried by the captain. And then Clara briefly detailed her portion of the adventure, adding: “Tf ITdonot thank you for this service, it is because I cannot find words to express my feel- ings. I would rather die than fall into their power!” “Thanks are not needed, believe me. Tam Pte el repaid already for the triflo I was enabled to do, by knowing you are safe from those fiends, Lut you spoke of your father—is it possible that to is my old commandant, Major John Cal- houn?” ** He served in Mexico, and his given name is John,” “Tt must be the same, then! Did you never hear him speak of Harold Travers? He saved ny life at Cerro Gordo,” eagerly added the cap- 1 Dn, ‘* Indeed I have; he often mentions your name. And now you repay that debt by saving the life of his daughter, e has often wondered where you were, and it will bea happy meeting; one that I trust will take place very soon.” ‘Bes’ not mek talk now,” interrupted Red- skin Tom, significantly, ‘‘’Rapahoe he come back plenty soon. Find hoss—mad like de deb- ble cause don’t fin’ squaw, too. Hunt fo’ her heap, mebbe. Won't git her, dough, ‘less kin whip us,” ‘Yowre right, Red-skin, I can hear thesound of their horses’ hoofs on the rocks.” * Are they coming? My God! [I thought I had escaped them for good!” moaned Clara fear- fully. «Have no fear, Miss CaJhoun,” returned Tra- vers. ‘They shall not harm you, even if they chance to discover us. There are only half a dozen in all, and surely we two can manage “rem, Can’t we, Red-skin?”
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 15 ‘*Yeh, fo’ sure. Don’t know much how mek fight, ’Rapahoe. Big cowards, dey is, Got white man ‘long, dough.” “ Are you sure, Tom?” “ See’um., Know’um, too, Name Dusky Dick. Big decoy. White Injins—plenty bad—more so dan oders, Play snake fo’ train, so Injin git ’%em,” tersely added the Delaware. Clara uttered a faint cry of apprehension at the sound of his name, for she knew tbat now in- deed she was in danger, Dick came back to memory with renewed force, and knowing, as he must, that she was astray in the mountains, he would spare no pains in order to make his words good, ‘I see you know him, too; but never mind now, We must not converse any more, See! the devils are in sight, down yonder by the creek, Cautiously peseing through the leafy screen before them, the three could just distinguish the faint, shadowy outlines of a number of borse- men down in the valley, These soon crossed the creek, and then one being left in charge of the horses, the rest—six in number—dismounted, and began quartering over the ground, like hounds searching for a lost scent. The soldier tightly compressed his lips, and grasped his rifle with deadly determination, He saw that the enemy had evidently divined the manner in which their anticipated victim had escaped them—at least in part—and believed she was still hiding in some place in the vicinity. It was not probable they were aware of the presence of other foes in the neighborhood, else they would have displayed more caution. Evidently they believed Clara had abandoned her failing horse, and sought safety by lying in concealment, The moonlight was too faint and uncertain for the savages to learn aught from a trail upon the rocky ground, and that fact was in favor of the fugitives. Still, there could be no deny- ing that they were in imminent peril of their lives. The Arapahoes scattered and began u close and systematic search of the ground, peering behind each bowlder, into every bush and cranny where a human form ae possibly have sought refuge. The six were widely scattered, the bet- ter to compass their purpose. Upon the movements of one of the savages in particular, was the attention of the three friends riveted, He alone of the party was in close proximity to the hidden prey. He was a large, brawny warrior, and was now gliding along the hill-side, gradually a proaching the covert of our friends, carefully scrutinizing every of ground as he pro- ceeded, Presently be paused and glanced keen- ly around bim, Then his piercing gaze rested fairly upon the line of bushes that screened the base of thie cliff. His tall, muscular frame, drawn rigidly erect, in ull the pride of war-paint and plumes, looked grandly terrible in the glimmering moonlight, and even the eyes of Skin Tom emitted a momentary gleam of admiration as they dwelt upon the perfect figure. But then this gave The threats of Dusky, place to a glare of deadly hatred as if he recog- nized a bitter personal pean in the warrior. The Arapahoe stood thus for a moment, and then began gliding up the hill-side, his eyes seeming to pierce through and through the screen, so keen was their glauce. He saw that this was a good cover, avd believed or hoped that tho fugitive had taken refuge there, Travers crouched down and drew bis revol- ver, with astern demeanor, but a light touch upon his shoulder caused him to turn his head, s e spe made a peculiar gesture, and then issed: “No shoot—mek too much noise, Let Dela- ware tek him, Know um—he Kisch-kouch— big tief—me kill him heap sure, Tom’hawk mek no noise,” “You're right, Tom, I forgot,” muttered Travers, below his breath; and then fearing to say more, they watched the red-skin’s progress in perfect silence, he are did not pause, but kept on un- til he could touch the bushes with his out- stretched hand, Evidently he did not dream of danger to himself, for he believed the fugitive maiden was alone, Then he reached out and parted the bushes, This he did at a point some yards to the left of where the two were concealed, and a grunt of disappointment broke from his lips, as he dis- covsred nothing but bare rocks, Then he moved nearer, parting the bushes at each step, steadily nearing those which con- oealed the three friends, His hand rested upon them, and then they were gently pressed aside, Red-Skin Tom was prepared for this move and as the sporeighs shot into the aperture, bis uplifted hand fell, clutching the heavy toma- hawk, whose keen edge alighted fairly upon the bowed crest of the savage. The blow was delivered with a sure aim, and was deadly in its effects; but, as the left hand of Red-Skin Tom shot out to clutch the throat of the Arapa- hoe, to check an outcry, the stricken savage bounded back and uttered bis thrilling death- ery, This was done so quickly that it could not be prevented. But, ere the lifeless body could touch the ground, it was seized by the Delaware and pushed into the bushes. For a moment all was still—only for a moment, however, for then the comrades of the slaughtered brave took up the yell, and echoed it long and loud, as they in- tuitively drew together, in wondering alarm. They well knew it wasa cry from death-stricken lips, but what had caused it, or from what direc- tion it had come, they knew not. The cry had echoed through the hills, sound- ing from several different points, and no two of the a could agree upon which one was the right. glance told them that one of their number was missing—the best and bravest warrior among them all. They were within fair view of the spot where the brave had met bis death, although, of cvurse, ignorant of that fact, and bad the fugi- tives deemed it prudent, they could easily have sent a brace of rifle-bullets into the little crowd. But, as long asthe savages did not molest them, Travers was willing to do likewise, now that a helpless woman was under his protection,
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ié6 Dusky Dick’s Duel. Though he did not greatly fear the result of the collision with the six, he did not deem it prudent to invite such, under the circumstances, A random shot might work incalculable harm, Clara shtiddered convulsively as a peculiar sound met her ear, from where Red-Skin Tom was crouched. She knew he was scalping the dead brave, although she could not see the ac- tion, as the thick-matted screen of bushes ef- fectually shut out the light of the moon. With a grunt of satisfaction, Red-Skin Tom affixed the reeking trephy to his girdle, and then turned toward the soldier, Side by side, they peered out upon their foes in the valley. “Big fools plenty skeered,” chuckled Red- Skin, as he noted the irresolute air of the enemy. ‘Little more mek ’um run like de debble. S'pose shoot one, two time, dey run ’way off. Git scalp, too. Kin hit ’um from dis,” he added, eagerly fingering his rifle as though longing to begin the affray, “No, Tom, you mustn’t do it. It would not besafe. Were we alone, I wouldn’t care how soon you began it, but now we have another to itee out for, besides ourselves, She might get ort. The Delaware did not reply, but he was evi- dently dissatisfied, He bad tasted blood, and it aroused all the worst passions of his half- tamed nature, The savages appeared to be undecided as to the course best for them to pursue, and for sev- eral minutes conversed earnestly together, closely watched by their hidden foes. Then there was a decided move on the part of the former. One of their number moved toward the horses, and, mounting, rode rapidly off up the valley, soon disappearing from view. Travers and Tom exchanged glances, Right well they divined the meaning of this move, and it evidently caused them not a little un- easiness, **He’s gone after help,” muttered the soldier, “Yeh. Dat’sit, S’pose we stay here, den dey ketch us all, same like buff'lo. S’pose we don’t like dat, den we mus’ git way, ‘fore dey gits back ag’in. Dat right, eh?” “Yes; we must make a move, Surely we can manage those fellows, yonder, If we do, and catch some of the horses, we can ride peek camp to-night. But how shall we do it, ‘om “Stop—me t’ink a little. Plenty time—no hurry,” and Red-Skin Tom appeared deeply buried in thought. CHAPTER VI. TOM MAXWELL TURNS INDIAN. Masor CALHOUN and Tom Maxwell “ listened with all their ears,” for a sound they ferventl hoped would never come—the wild yells of exul- tation telling that their messenger had been ca ahi by the Indians, and the dissipation of their ope. And thus they remained for several minutes, without a sound to greet their hearing, save the usual ones of the night. But then, just as they were congratulating themselves upon the com- ig success of the venture, their blood was ‘airly curdled and their hearts wrung by a startling alarm, From some distance came the noise, then arose a wild tumult and outcry, as of human voices, the owners of which were engaged ina bitter struggle for life and death, And then from the prairie around the beleaguered train, there sounded the shrill cries and signals of the aroused warriors, followed by the rapid tread of several horses in full pe all tending to- ward the point below, where bad first sounded the alarm, “My God! Tom, the boy is lost!” groaned Calhoun, agonizedly, as be sunk back and cov- ered bis face with his hands, “Tm ‘feared he is, boss, but look up, Don’t give way now, jest when we need our wits the wu’-t, What's did is did, an’ cain’t be ondid nuther, Think o’ the rest—o’ Miss Clary—an' ’member ef we go under, so’l) she, ’thout a doubt, Ha! look—they’re comin’!” he added, suddenly, as several figures appeared in view upon the prairie beyond, ‘* Look out, boys—gi’ the pesky imps a lettle thunder, jest: to let em know what they’ve got to ixpect herea’ter!” As he yelled these words, Maxwell discharged his rifle ata prominent Indian, who suddenly paused in his onward career, tottered for a mo- ment, then fell heavily forward upon his face, And along the line of smoke-begrimed wagons there was another flagh like those which had preceded it, with a like meee effect, But the one volley was all that was needed, for then the savages appeared to melt away and disappear from view. This had evidently been no concerted assault, but the red-skins had rushed forward alarmed by the tumult be- low, no doubt fearing their intended prey were attempting to escape by way of the river, When the temporary confusion had in a measure subsided, the two men listened anxious- ly for some sound from below, to tell them of the probable fate of their messenger, but all was still. The event bad evidently decided, in one way or another, during the brief assault, And they naturally dreaded the worst. The first yells told them that Buenos Ayres had been discovered, and had been engaged in a death-struggle with the enemy. e could scarcely have escaped, ‘““Now we are indeed lost,” bitterly uttered Calhoun, to the old guide. “Tt looks dub’ous—durned dub’ous, I must aay: But then mebbe ’tain’t so bad as it looks, e may fool ’em yit. It’s my turn, now,” added Tom, with a sudden increase of confi- dence. “ What? you would not be foolish enough to attempt that! They will be watching the river so close after this that a fish could scarcely pass their lines. It would be suicide, man!” Jest so; ef I tried it—which I don’t ’tend doin’. No, sir, I ain’t sech a fool—yit!” ‘Then what do you intend doing?” “ Walkin’ out thar an’ jinin’ them imps,” coolly returned Maxwell. “There isno time for fooling, Tom, Our situa- tion is far too serious to admit of that. Such a move would be even worse than the other.” ‘Not much, Anyhow, I’m goin’ to try it, They cain’t do much more’n kill a feller, ye how, an’ ef we stay here, they’re bound to do t, shore, So what matter? I’m goin’ out thar, an Ped
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op ace < Dusky Dick’s Duel. ; i? they hain’t a-goin’ to hurt me, nuther,” con- fidently added the scout, ** But how—what do you mean?” asked Cal- houn, seeing that his companion was undoubt- edly in earnest in what he said. “Tm goin’ to turn Injun fer a bit, jest to see how that pesky Dusky Dick must feel. But don’t talk. Watch the perayrie cluss—watch fer both on us, fer [ cain’t do my shar’ now.” The old scout left the side of the puzzled sol- dier, and glided toward a pile of dead savages, who had been carelessly heaped together after the second assault, so as toclear the way. These comprised all those who had fallen inside the corral, As he rudely turned these over with his foot, Tom uttered a grunt of approval, and then catching one of the dead braves by the arm, he dragged it to the spot where crouched Cal- houn, “What are you going to do with that, Tom?” Goin’ to skin it fu’st. Then putt on the hide an’ walk out yender an’ tell those imps as how I was dead, but hev come to life ag’in!” chuckled the old guide, Calhoun uttered an exclamation of disgust. “Don’t git huffy, now boss, ’cause I speak sorter mixed-up like. You know my way, or had orter, by this time. But lis’en, an’ you'll see what I mean, You see this ’ere carr’on is—or was, 'I’d orter say, mebbe, seein’ as he’s dead—a Delaware Injun. That proves what I said "bout Dusky Dick’s hevin’ picked up a band of runny- gades to do his dirty work, fer thar is ’Rapahoe, Cheyenne, Pawnee an’ Delaware ’mongst them dead critters over yon. ‘Now I kin jabber a lettle o’ most all o’ them, but better Delaware, fer as you may know, I hed one—Red-Skin Tom, they called the cuss—fer a pardner, well-nigh two years, So as the lad—dwurn the luck!—hes got rub—inter trouble I mean, an’ cain’t go fer help, why I ‘termined to try an’ sneak through them imps thar. I knowed thar was no use tryin’ to play the runnygade as he did, fer the imps’ll be on the keen lookout thar, an’ this was the only chaince. An’ a durned slim one, too, but bet- ter’n stayin’ here.” ‘We will try, but I fear ’tis a hopeless case, If they make another steady rush, we must go down before it. lf we do, and you get free, Tom, promise me one thing: that you'll not for- get Clara? You'll hunt for her?” “No, I won’t nuther.” “What!” “ Jest so. Give a fool’s answer for a fool - question, is my motter, a?ays, Ain’t I a man— a white man, too, ef so be you rub a lettle o’ the outside dirt off? Then in cowrse I'll do it—I ain’t a dog or nothin’, 1 reckon, But don’t fret. We'll all bunt together. Ill git you free, See ef I don’t, now.” As he spoke, the old guide glided toward the river, accompanied by Calhoun, But as he hung bis legs over the edge of the bank, Max- well suddenly added: “Look here—ef you see or hear a feller shoot this-a-way, from out thar, nigh to the river, don’t you shoot back, onless you aim at that big star, yonder, Mought hurt somebody, ef you did, He's a powerful poor shooter, that fellow ‘11 be, when he minds to, Shouldn’t wonder ef he’ll miss the hull intire train, wagons an’ all,” chuckled Tom, ‘You means you'll fire from there?” “Yas, Must throw dust in the red-skins’ eyes, ye see, or else they'll some on ’em be snoopin’ ’round to see who I be, which moughtn’t be pleasant. Ef they see me a-shootin’ this- a-way they’ll natur’lly s’pose it’s one o’ them- selves, slid out to play alone hand, See?” “* Yes—I understand.” “Then keep my rifle. I can’t han’le it the way | must go;’volver must sarve me, But don’t let nobody tetch it. Dd be plum lost ef anytnin’ was to happin to it; I would so!” Then Maxwell slid down into the water, that here was but little over knee-deep, and crouch- ing low down he glided rapidly up the river, bound upon a mission that could scarcely suc- ceed, now that the enemy had their eyes opened y a somewhat similar attempt. And once more Calhoun went back to his post, with a heavy gloom resting upon his heart, Tom stealthily pursued his way up-stream until he was fully a bundred yards above the corral, when he gained the spot for which he had aimed, This was a little depression that ran from the water’s edge, some few yards into the level prairie, Here he hesitated for a moment. He glanced along in the direction he had been pursuing, and debated earnestly in his own mind whetber it would not be better for him to keep on, and by thus rounding the bill, avoid a probable meeting with those beleaguring the corral, But this hesitation lasted only for a moment, He suw that the contemplated change was now impossible. That the savages had guarded against any such attempt upon the part of their intended victims. His keen eye caught sight of several dusky figures that he felt assured were none other than Indians, who had been detailed to guard the stream above. And this was not all, He also saw enough of their movements to tell that he was discovered; that his progress had not been so cautiously made as to escape the prying eyes of his enemies, A quiver agitated his frame, and for a moment his heart was sick within him, Not with personal fear, however, There could scarcely be found one who was more utterly reckless of his own life than this same uide, For nearly twoscore years he had ived with his life in his hand, At dawn he knew not whether he would ever again look upon the setting sun. And all this had rendered him utterly reck- less and devoid of fear, so far as he was con- cerned alone, But now he had others to think of and work for. Upon the success of this ven- ture probably hung the lives of the entire com- pany of emigrants, Were he slain or captured, e believed that ere the sun arose all would be over; that his friends would be swept from the face of the earth, For a moment he half resolved to spring to his feet and dash swiftly away over the plain, trusting to his great endurance and _fleetness of foot to escape, But then this idea was as quickly discarded,
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eepase—w 5 reas 18 He knew that such an action would but too surely betray his identity, and that acry would be raised and immediate pursuit instituted. Pursuit, too, upon horseback; fleet though he undeniably was, and long of wind, he could not hope to cope successfully with the fiery, half- eat mustangs, especially when bestrode by those rare jockeys, the prairie Indians. Maxwell resolved upon a bold course of ac- tion; or rather fell back upon the old plan, Its success mainly depended on one thing. How long had the red-skins been watching him? Had they observed his leaving the in- terior of the corral? If so, then his fate was in- dubitably sealed, But had they only noted him recently—as he hoped; for he had been careful to keep low down within the dense shadow of the bank of the river, where the moon’s rays could not reach him—he thought he might yet succeed in deceiy- ing them. And upon this hope he acted. With one glance behind him at the dim, phan- tom-like figures that were still stealthily ap- roaching him, Maxwell emerged from the hol- ow upon the side toward the corral, and, upon his hands and knees, began crawling quite ra- pidly toward the wagon-train. Then hs drop- ped down quite flat upon his face, casting a glance behind him as he did so, The red-skins in pursuit had just crossed the ditch and were crawling after him, They had gained rapidly in the last few minutes, and their dress, as well as weapons, could now quite plainly be seen. Then Tom leveled his revolver toward the cor- ral, and taking care to aim above it, so that the bullet could by no possibility inflict harm upon any of bis friends, he fired, Almost likean echo there came a return shot from the train, and Tom fairly chuckled with delight. This was just what he had hoped for, though he feared Calhoun would not risk a shot, know- ing the circumstances, at least in part. But now, nothing could be better calculated to allay any suspicion the red skins behind him might have entertained, Tom glanced backward beneath one arm, To his delight he saw that the Indians had paused, and were uow closely bugging the ground, evi- dently met fp to lessen the mark their bodies ee: , lest a bullet from the corral should ury itself beneath their precious hides, ‘Ef that much works so well, reckon I'll go a leetle furder ’th it, though it'd jest be partic’- lar ge-mineezers ef some o’ the boys should shoot me ferared. But I reckon the boss’ll look out fer that. Anyhow, I must shake off them pesky imps. Let ary one 0’ them git a glimpse o’ m mug, an’ it'll be all night th this coon, shore!” muttered the old guide, as he gradually worked himself still nearer the corral. This move, though not a little hazardous to himself, had the desired effect, and as he once more glanced back, Tom saw that his red-skin- ned followers had retreated and were hidden from view. He now fired again, and while re- loading the empty chambers, he busied himself by peering keenly around him to discover, if possible, some point through which he could s with the least delay, and consequently peril, to himself and his important mission, Dusky Dick’s Duel. He dared not dally long, for the night was rolling on apace, and he must be miles away from this spot ere the sun arose above the east- ern hill-tops. Then, with sternly-compressed lips and finely-strung nerves, he started anew upon his errand, He turned, and still crouching far down, with head bowed so that the dried grass was blended with his hair and long beard, completely hiding his features, he glided slowly away from the corral, shaping bis course so as to carry himself to one side of the main body of Indians, as he calculated, Already a chuckle of delight was tickling his throat as he saw how finely he was progressing, for he believed that his ruse would succeed, when an incident occurred which changed his exultation to angry apprehension, From a dense mass of dried grass, almcst di- rectly in his path, there uprose the figure of a stalwart savage, who had doubtless been ob- serving the scout’s movements, He was now so close that Maxwell could not avoid him without exciting suspicion, which would bring with it investigation and consequent discovery. So he kept on in his course, that would carry him a few feet to one side of the Indian, But the other did not seem disposed to allow his seeming ally and brother to pass by unques- tioned. He spoke in a harsh voice that also expressed suspicion. The words were uttered in the Arap- aho dialect, with which Tom was sufficiently conversant to comprehend their purport, But he well knew that this knowledge was not per- fect enough to carry him through a conversation with a native undetected, and so he replied in Delaware: “T am wounded, The accursed pale-faces saw me, as I crept up out yonder to try and kill them, and shot me. The bullet made me sick,” he said in a busky tone. ‘““Where were you going?’ demanded tho other, also using the dialect. “T was hunting the medicine-grass,” added Tom, fearing to lose any more time, and again crawling forward, “Stop! Let me see your hurt. Imay stop the blood, and then I will find the grass for you,” added the Arapaho, ina kind voice, evi- dently swallowing the lie, and feeling no fur- ther suspicion concerning the idendity of his seeming ally. And then, in the kindness of his heart, he strode forward and placed bis hand upon the disguised scout’s head, The act was a fatal one; the fastenings of tbe grass head-dress became unloosened, and the mass came off in the In- dian’s hand. A wild cry broke from the red-skin’s lips, as the bright moonlight fell fully upon the features of the guide. There could be no possi- bility of mistaking them for other than those of a white man, But that cry was his last upon earth; for,. with an angry howl of furious rage, Tom x- well sprung erect and grappled with his foe, His powerful arms bore the savage to the ground like an infant, while his hands were clasped tightly around bis throat. As they fell heavily to the ground, the war- ¢
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. rior appeared to recover from his surprise, and struggled desperately for dear life. His arms were wound around the seout’s body with crusb- ing pressure, and he writhed like a wounded snake in the endeavor to turn bis foe, Tom dared not relax his grasp upon the throat of the Arapaho, lest he should cry out and give the alarm to bring an overwhelmning force upon him; then bis fate would be assuredly sealed, And thus he could only try to throttle his enemy in time to flee from the spot before any other should be alarmed by the struggle, For several s*conds this continued; but then, to his horror, Tom heard a wild ery, and then the rapid rush of many feet, plainly coming to- ward bim. He knew that the savages were alarmed, and had caught sight of the struggling foemen, With a howl of rage, he freed one hand and drew his knife. Then it glowed for a brief in- stant in the bright moonlight before falling with a heavy thud, sinking to its very haft in the broad chest of the Indian. But still, even in the throes of death, those muscular arms held him firmly, despite Max- well’s efforts to break the grip, With a desper- ate effort Tom sprung to his feet, lifting with him the dead man, whose borribly-convulsed features stared him full in the face. Then with a fierce curse Tom wrenched free, and made a step forward asif to flee. But he was too late, The enemy were upon him, and the tall scout was cast heavily to the ground, with a dozen hands clutching him. A brief, furious strug- le, and the savages arose, while the counterfeit Frdian lay beside the body of his dead foe, a helpless captive, CHAPTER VII. A TANGLED TRAIL, BuENosS AYRES had not overestimated the dan- ger and peril that would attend his effort to pass by the vigilant red-skins on his journey toward the Main Trail in quest of help for the beleag- uered emigrants, And then, under the circumstances, he was about the last person who showld have been chosen as the forlorn hope, although he was un- deniably brave, and usually keen witted and far- seeing. But now these latter qualities were ina measure overpowered by the anxiety be felt to perform bis mission with the least delay possible, in order that a thorough and systematic search might be made for the missing maiden, Clara Calhoun, and to this desire he sacrificed prudence and caution to a degree nearly fatal. He swam rapidly down-stream, though the water was not waist-deep, but in this manner he ' could proceed more silently than by wading. He lay low down in the water, that he might pre- sent a less fair mark for prying eyes to rest upon, and, hidden in the shadow, be believed that he could suecesd in passing the lines of the enemy unseen, In this manner he had gained the edge of the timber before-mentioned, that extended nearly to the verge of theriver-bank, But then he sud- denly paused in his advance. Before him lay something dark, evidently rest- ing in or upon the water, and at only a few rr 19 yards’ distance, For a moment Buenos believed that this was the head of a man, whose body— like his own—was covered in the water. But then a movement on the part of the object undeceived him. It slowly swung around, as though under the influence of the feeble current, and he could see that it was a log; evidently one of those upon which the savages had descended the river in order to gain and attack the rear of the emigrants, ‘ With a low laugh at his unnecessary fright Ayres advanced, swimming rapidly, intending to use the log in his further progress. But he speedily saw that this action had been made too quickly for his own safety. His keen eyes detected a suspicious cireum- stance connected with the log, and he instantly nused. From the further side of the stick 6 beheld an object that had escaped his eyes ity or else had recently made his appearance there, - There seemed to be a roundish mob or protu- berance upon the side of the log, True, this might possibly have been beneath the water until then, and was only revealed by the rolling of the log, and Ayres felt confident that the log had not rolled, He could tell that from the quiet water. Then it must be— So far he had reasoned, but then, quick as thought, he ducked his head beneath the water, A sudden movement beside the log had caused this. He beheld the round object raise still higher, and then, with an abrupt movement, a dark tube was whirled around from the top of the log, until its muzzle pointed toward the young adventurer’s head, The knob was the head of a savage—the tube was a rifle, and Ayres knew that he was cliscov- ered, All this flashed athwart his mind like a revelation of light, and, as he dove beneath the surface, his plan of procedure was fully deter- mined upon, He must dispose of this enemy or die, The alarm once given, escape would be almost im- possible, and with his capture the hopes of the emigrants would be sae Se Then he must silence this foe before he could fire his rifle or give the alarm otherwise, But could he do it? That was doubtful; still, as a last bope, he resolved to attempt the feat. As he sunk beneath the surface Buenos drew bis knife and then swam with swift, strong strokes toward the spot where he knew the Indian must be crouching. And his calculations proved correct. His head struck violently against the half- submerged log, and springing up he dashed the water from his blinded eyes. , The savage was taken by surprise, and evi- dently had not expected such a bold move, Quite likely he had been in doubt whether the advancing figure was that of an enemy or a friend, asthe small bundle fastened upon Ayres’s head, added to the gloom, rendered it impos- sible for a glimpse to be obtained of his features, His action in throwing forward his rifle-muzzle had simply been one of prudence, in case it was really an enemy who approached, Then when the young man sprung up so sud- denly before him, the log being driven against
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BERR FO 20 Dusky Dick’s Duel. his body with considerable violence, the savage gave vent to a gruntof mingled surprise and bewilderment. But from this he quickly recov- ered. Buenos—his first thought being to prevent an alarm—seized upon the rifle-barrel, and with an adroit movement, wrenched it from the grasp of his foe, with thé same gesture casting it out into deep water. Then his left hand shot out ‘and clutched the throat of the red-skin with a grip strengthened by the great interests at stake, But the Indian was a brawny fellow, and as he grappled fiercely with his foeman, he freed his throat sufficiently to emit, loud and clear, the thrilling war-whoop of his tribe. With a curse of bitter vexation, Ayres wrenched his right arm free, and then dealt the savage a swift, vicious blow with the heavy knife. It penetrated deep, but the wound was not mortal, Once more the shrill yell resounded through the air, awakening echoes far and wide; once again the crimsoned steel rose and fell, with a dull, sickening thud. With a wild shriek of mortal agony, the death-stricken savage sink backward, but still his bony fingers clutched the white man with a rip nerved by death. And from the prairie Peroud. Ayres could hear the shrill cries of the alarmed red-skins, and then the rapid thud of horses’ hoofs approaching the spot at a full gallop. Then he plunged over the log, head-foremost, and sunk in the water. This action freed him from the dead Indian, and then arising to the surface, Buenos swam for dear life, down- strevm, But he knew that did he continue on in this course, he must be discovered by the rapidly- approaching red-skins, and so he turned toward the bank, half resolved to enter the timber and seek safely in flight by land. In this, however, he was disappointed, Scarcely had he touched shore, when bis quick eye detected several dusky figures upon the bavk, near the spot where he had slain the In- dian. He knew they were the dead man’s com- rades; one glance told him that, And the same glance also showed him the form of the dead Indian, his face, horribly dis- torted with the last agony, upturned toward the star-studded vault of heaven, slowly float- ing down with the stream, nearing its slayer with each passing moment. Then there uprose a wild cry from those upon the shore, telling that they also had discovered the slain man. It now seemed as though the fate of the young man was indubitably sealed. Escape from being discovered seemed impossible, and to he captured now, with that terribly sign*fi- cant witness of his deeds lying there before the eyes of all, meant death. Soveral heavy splashes were heard, and Ayres saw that while some ran along the bank toward him, others had entered the water, to drag forth their dead comrade, And now the corpse was within a few yards of where he crouched, while almost directly over his head he could hear the heavy tramp of other foes, Ayres shrunk back against the bank, where the water was several feet deep, He clutched , his knife with desperation, resolved to sell his life dearly should he be discovered. But then his heart thrilled with a gleam of joy. In the bank beside him was a small hole or depression, that had evidently been washed out by the action of the water. Instantly one hand was extended to ascertain its size, It only reached a few inches above the sur- face, and was over a foot in depth, running back into the bank, Below, it was still larger, and Ayres believed that by its aid he could still escape his foes, All this occurred in a breath of time, and the water was still agitated by the heavy plunges, when Buenos glided back and into the for- tunately-discovered refuge. By crouching al- most double, he managed to stow his body away in the hole, with his legs doubled beneath his body. A quick gesture daubed his face with the soft black mud, and then Buenos awaited the result in painful suspense. For not only did bis own life depend upon it, but, in all probability, a of his friends in the edegat corral, as well, His head was drawn back into the hole, so that his nose was barely above water, and his face be- yond thesurface of the bank, The mud had rend- ered his features the color of the dirt surround. ing, and only by touching him, could the savages have discovered the difference. Through his half-closed lids, Buenos watched the movements of the savages, now almost di- rectly opposite him, A shower of dirt rolled down from above, telling that those he had noticed on shore were still near at hand, Then a new and startling sound came to the ears of the young adventurer, He heard the shrill yells—the wild outery—the rattling of rifles, all telling of another deadly assault upon the wagon-train, The savages in the water paused as if startled, and then hastily grasping the body of their dead comrade, they swam rapidly ashore with it, land- ing just below where crouched the young man, Words passed between them and the others, the purport of which Ayres could only guess, owing to his complete ignorance of the dialect, Then the corpse was banded up the bank, and shortly afterward Buenos heard the quick trampling of feet, as a number of Indians dashed away toward the train. He believed they were all gone, and made a movement as though he would have left his covert, in order to continue his journey, without any more loss of time. But fortunately for him, Ayres recognized the folly of such precipitation, before it was too late, F.:om almost directly above him, he heard the low sound of voices, and knew by it that his enemies had not yet given up the search for the slayer of their friend, With wildly beating heart Buenos listened to the progress of the struggle above; but it speedi- ly died away, and then all was still, The ab- sence of the red-skins’ yells of triumph, told Ayres that his friends had successfully repulsed the onset, and his heart lightened considera- bly. Had he only been at liberty to resume his journey, all might yet be well. But though he could no longer hear the sound of voices, Ayres
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 21, felt assured that the red-skins were still upon the watch, They must know that an enemy had stricken them a bitter blow near that spot, and would reason that he could not have gotten far away, before their arrival. That he was still hidden somewhere in close proximity to the spot of death, As time passed by, Buenos began to grow still more uneasy. Every moment was valuable now, and he should even then be miles away upon his important mission, ut what if these savages should keep up the watch until day dawned? Then they would as- suredly unearth him, Not only would he be doomed, in such a case, but the last hope of the nemaed emigrants would be dashed to the ground. Unassisted, they must soon succumb to the overpowering force of the red-skins, A desperate resolve began to shape itself in the mind of our young adventurer, we would dare all, and emerge from his covert. Jt could be but death, at the most, and that risk he would rather run, than longer endure this horrible, agonizing suspense, Still he could hear no sound of his enemies, and as the moments passed on, Ayres made the desperate move, ere the Indians still lying in wait for some such movement on the part of their unknown enemy, he knew that ke was lost. They could scarcely fail to hear him, or dis- cover bis motions. The line of shadow was fear- fully narrowed, and at but a short distance ahead, where the belt of timber came to an end, the bright moonlight revealed every inch of the water’s surface, Just as he had straightened out his limbs, pre- aratory to emerging from his uncomfortable Bidingtlacs, vie paused, Another alarm rung out upon the air, from beyond the wagon- train. Then came a single shrill war-whoop, that he had so often listened to on that eventful night, followed by wild shouts from the Indians, telling of some important discovery. And then, from almost directly above bis head, there sounded a guttural exclamation, closely followed by the tramp of human feet. Ayres shuddered convulsively as he realized the extent of the peril he had so nearly brought upon himself by his rash action. He knew now that the red-skins had indeed been lying in wait for him, and only for this strange diversion, would inevitably have made the desired dis- covery. Though sadly puzzled to account for the out- ery—for Ayres well knew that the latter cries were those of exultation—the young man dared not dally longer, but slipping forth from his hiding-place, he swam rapidly down-stream for a few yards, until near the end of the timber- belt furthest from the corral. Then he cautiously scaled the bank, and en- tered the dense undergrowth. Pausing, he hearkened intently. All was still in his immediate erie, although from near the wagon-train he could hear an occasional rifle-shot, telling that his friends wore still upou the alert, And then hoe glided stealthily forward until at the edge of the prairie, Cautiously peering forth upon the vast, level expanse thus sp before him, Buenos saw with delight that as far as his eye could reach, there was not a single living form to be seen, The road appeared open before him, and he was about to enter upon if when a sudden recollec- tion caused him to pause. The revolver was still strapped upon his head, according to the advice given him by Tom Maxwell, but it was far from being in a condition fit for use, The sudden dive, on see- ing the savage beside the log, added to sever immersions since, had pretty thoroughly satu- rated it. Not knowing at what moment he might be called upon to make use of it, in order to pre- serve his life, Ayres’s first move was to draw the bullets, and wiping the chambers dry, he carefully reloaded them. Then fitting on the water-proof caps, he replaced it in his belt, and once more stepped forth.upon the prairie, Had he not already lost so much time, Buenos would probably have exercised more pre- caution than he was now using. But, racked with anxiety and the dread of being too late to ae comrades in peril, rendered him half wild, Crouching low down, he ran at a rapid pace out over the level prairie, in the direction he must follow in order to strike the Main Trail which ead had so unfortunately—as it proved —devia from a couple of days previous, The moon still shone brightly, and there was great danger of his being discovered by some of the lynx-eyed savages, who surrounded the wagon-train, But this Ayres resolved to risk, rather than lose any more time, although he knew that, in case he should be seen, there could be but one ending to the affair, Fortunately for him, perhaps the suspicions of the red-skins had been lulled by the recent capture of Tom Maxwell, for rag believed him to be the one who had slain their brother below the corral, as well as the one beside whose body he had been captured. Thus they did not dream of another foeman being at liberty so near them, As Ayres glanced back over his shoulder, a shudder crept over his frame, for he now real- ized the full extent of the great peril he was daring. Behind him he could quite plainly dis- tinguish the dark corral, and still nearer the numerous figures, dusky and phantom-like, moving restlessly hither and yon, that he knew were none other than savages, It seemed as though they could not fail of see- ing him, and as he once more sped on at an ac- celerated speed, Buenos listened with painful intentness, expecting each moment to hear the shrill war-cry peal forth, telling that the blood- thirsty demons were upon his trail, ; But then he crossed the slight rise, and the fear-inspiring sight was hidden from his view. Then breathing more freely, he took the pole- star for his guide, and dashed on at break-neck speed, every nerve strained to its utmost ten- sion, and his heart wildly throbbing with re- newed hope of success,
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22 Dusky Dick’s Duel. LL ——————_—eEeEEeEeee For well-nigh an hour he maintained this killing pace, but then Nature forced him to slacken his gait and proceed with more pru- dence. His eyes were roving upon every side of bim, trying to recall some landmark, though he well knew be was yet far from the Main Trail—the object of bis quest. He crossed a slight swell and trotted down the opposite slope, into a sort of valley, if it may be called such, Then he began ascending the next rise, a Suddenly he paused. A suspicious sound saluted his heariig; the thud—thud—of a horse’s hoofs beating upon the hard turf in a full gallop. And this, too, he soon found was approaching him, for the trampling grew louder and more distinct. But it was not coming from the direction of the corral, though this was Ayres’s first thought. Instead, it was coming from directly in his front. Buenos glanced hurriedly around for some cover within which to ensconce himself, but no such sight rewarded his’search, There was not a bush or bunch of grass to be seen within reach, And at that moment the figureof a borse and rider loomed up clear and distinct upon the ridge, almost directly before the young man, As by aa impulse, Buenos dropped flat to the ground and drew his revolver, ready for use in case be was discovered, Then the horseman came thundering on, seemingly about to ride directly over the pros- trate form, A collision appeared inevitable, and Buenos, with tightly compressed lips, cocked his pistol. On thundered the horse, and was within a score of yards of the young man, when with a wild snort, it turned to one side, then dashed on with accelerated speed, in its passage flinging a tiny shower of dust and sand over Ayres, hoarse ery broke from the lips of its rider as he swayed in his seat, but he did not appear to notice the cause of his animal’s affright, for he did not once glance around or backward, but rose the swell and disappeared beyond its crest with the same mad, Fookicer gallop. Ayres rose with a cry of astonishment as tho man vanished from sight. A puzzled look rested upon his face, In the brief glance he bad obtained of the rider’s features, ha knew that it was a white man, but wonder had checked the cry of greet- in he would otherwise have uttered, Buenos did not know that the mad rider was none other than Dusky Dick, the traitor guide and black-hearted renegade; but such was indeed the case, Had he known it, Ayres would have sent a revolver bullet hissing after the villain on the instant, instead of now gazing at the little cloud of dust that was all there was left to indicate the swift passage. But then Buenos once more resumed his way with quickened steps. CHAPTER VIII. SAVAGE TACTICS, “‘Loox, Tom!” abruptly muttered Travers, gently touching the shoulder of his ruminating companion, ‘ The red rascals are moying!” The Delaware turned his keen eyes toward the valley and gazed for a moment in silence, Then he answered, in a slightly vexed tone: ‘‘Yeh, dey go hide now. Skeered plenty bad, dey is. Don’t know what to mek ’cause Kisch- kouch git killed. T’ink spirits here, mebbe. Go hide—den watch plenty sharp. Dat’s it.” “Bat that will not do, Tom,” added Travers, vexedly. ‘‘They will keep us here all night, then. If we venture to move they’ll pick us off, one after the other. I wish we had fired at them as they stood out there—but it’s too late now.” ‘‘Yeh—see—dey hide now, Ought to shoot den—now can’t. Shoot—kill one, two, den oders run ’way off, like de debble. Cap’n hesay no—see now dat Delaware was right,” tersely replied the savage. “But what shall we do? That fellow has gone for help, no doubt, and when he comes back they’ll soon make this place too hot for us. As itis, those devils can hold us here as long as they feel like it. We can’t move with- out bringing out a rifle-bullet. Come, find some way, Tom,” impatiently added Travers, who evidently relied far more upon the cunning and resources of his companion in times of diffi- culty like this than upon his own powers, “Me do it, Skeer Arapaho bad dis time. Git scalp, too, ef don’t look out. Nofun, dough, skeer dem—xit skeered too easy—den run plenty fast. Got long legs, dem Arapahoes,” chuckled Tom, as he drew bis knife from the belt at bis waist, ‘What do you intend doing, Tom?” “Keep eyes open wide, den mebbe so you see,” grunted the savage, who evidently felt his inparengs in no small degree, ith his knife he cut several scrubby bushes, and then bound them around+his bead and shoulders, but in such a manner that they would not interfere materially with his sight. This accomplished to his satisfaction, he turned to- ward Travers, who was now dividing his atten- tion between his companion and the valley be- low, where the red-skins were hidden. ‘“Now you open ear—me tell. Injuns down dere—you here—me go some oder place, Den me shoot Arapah e oders dey jump up, all same like rabbit—don’t know where me en you shoot—kill ’noder. Den me holler loud— you holler—dey holler an’ run like de debble, iway off, See?” hurriedly explained Tom, “You mean to crawl around them?” “ Yeh—dat’s it.” “Then shoot one—” “You shoot *noder—den dey run ’way off.” ‘“T believe they would,” thoughtfully said Travers. ‘* But it will be dangerous for you. Can you get down without their seeing you? If they do, you’re a dead man sure!” “No—they shoot, but can’t hit Delaware. Can't hit—don’t know how shoot, dem Arapa- ho, Hit hill, mebbe, not’ing else,” laughed Tom, a low, gleesome laugh, full of joy at the prospect of outwitting his hereditary foes. “T know you think an Arapaho is fit for nothing but crow-bait, Tom, but you may get fooled, Some of them are brave and cunning warriors—” i
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. 23 ‘“‘No—no, Arapaho squaw—all squaws!” an- grily hissed the Delaware, “Well, have it yourown way. But be care- ful. Don’t be foolhardy, man, and throw away your life uselessly. Better go now; it’s growing jate and there’s no time to lose,” The Delaware turned away without a word, and passing his companion, he disappeared among the bushes beyond, Though he affected to laugh at the danger of his venture, neverthe- less it was a perilous one, and one, too, that would require not a little caution and skill to carry out successfully. As stated, the line of bushes fringed the base of the cliff, and then ran out, leaving the hill- side bare and devoid of cover, except a few small bowlders and patches of stunted grass, For nearly fifty yards this stretch lay beneath the full vision of the warriors hidden below. But Red-skin Tom felt assured that he could accomplish the feat, and truly, he, if any one, could do so, Aided by the leafy screen upon his head, and the bowlders scattered around, he hoped to pass over this open space unobserved, and this once done, he would have the best of cover for his further operations. As for the rest of the pro- gramme, he considered that the same as settled. He knew that most, if not all the six Indians were Arapahoes, and as seen, he looked upon them with supreme contempt, He believed that at his shot, they would act much as he had said, and the way he easily cleared for his friend’s de- parture for the camp. When he gained the end of the bushes, Tom paused and peered keenly out upon the valley below. But even his sharp eyes could not detect the presence of a foe, save in the riderless horses that were feeding on the bank of the creek, Still, he knew pretty well where the savages were hidden, and acted accordingly. Now he was forced to ‘‘ crawfish,” or in other words, to crawl backward, as his head and shoulders were the only parts of his person concealed by the bush By so doing he calculated upon reaching a lit- tle gully that ran down to the creek, unobserved, as the bush would seem to stand still, from where the Indians were hidden, for to gain this ditch, Tom would be forced to back directly from their position, All this had been foreseen by the Dela- ware and calculated upon when he spoke so con- fidently of success in bis bold ruse. Slowly and carefully he proceeded—or receded —crouching low down, keeping the leafy head- dress as steady as possible under the circum- stances, His eyes were riveted upon the spot where he believed the Arapahoes to be hidden, his muscles in readiness to avoid a shot, should such be threatened, by a sudden spring, But that shot did not come, and it was plain that the savages either did not notice, or else be- lieved the bush to be a natural one. It would have required a long and careful scrutiny from the point where they were lying hid, to tell that the bush moved, for Tom was retreating in an almost direct line from them. Besides, the moon- light was deceitful and favored the working of the ruse, Then Tom gained the edge of the gully, and gently backed over it, alighting upon his feet in the soft dirt and debris that covered the bot- tom, He listened intently for a moment, but all was still, A glow of grim delight swept athwart his fea- tures at this, for he knew that the enemy were still ignorant of the plan on foot to circumvent them. The Delaware, now that the most difficult portion of his task was accomplished, felt no doubt but the rest would end as happily. With the friendly twigs still upon’ his head, he turned and glided down the gully, after un- slinging the rifle from bis back, and carefully inspecting the cap. From seeing the enemy disappear, Tom bad formed a pretty accurate idea of where they were hid. He knew that they bad not recrossed the creek, and consequently they only had an ob- long circle of some twoscore yards’ diameter, in which to conceal themselves, Inside this, then, Tom knew he must find his game. Gliding along, crouching so that his bead was below the level of the bank, Red-skin soon gained the bank of the creek, and pausing be eered cautiously toward the suspected spot. A ow grunt of disgust broke from his lips, ‘as he saw that a little ridge hid the Indians from his view, while standing in the gully. Then his eyes roved around, restlessly, A brief moment sufficed to form his plans, Removing the revolver from his girdle, he entered the stream, and then holding the wea- pon above the water, he glided slowly along to- ward the enemy, hidden, as before, by the bank. As many minutes sufficed to carry him over tbe few yards necessary to traverse, and then, confident that he had gained a point whence he could spot the red-skins, Tom pre- pared for action. The revolver he cautiously shoved vpon the edge of the bank, beside a small bowlder, and then followed it with the muzzle of bis rifle, But then, with a sudden recollection, he paused, Along the bank, for a number of yards, there was not a bush or shrub of any kind to be seen, Although he affected to despise the Arapahoes as warriors, the Delaware knew right well that the sudden pppeatance of a bush where none had grown before, could scarcely escape their keen eyes; and, under the peculiar circumstan- ces, its appearance would most probably be greeted with a rifle-ball. So he noiselessly untied the thongs that se- cured the leafy head-dress in place, suffering it to drop into the water, and float away with the gentle current, Then slowly raised his eyes toa level with the bank, 7 For a full minute nothing suspicious reward- ed his gaze; but Tom was by far too epee Ue scout and warrior to risk the success of his plans by a precipitate movement, Then his eyes slowly roved over each inch of the ground, again and again, : The wisdom of this caution was soon appar- ent, Beside a goodly-sized bowlder, the Dela- ware now discovered a portion of a red-skin’s body, though it first appeared part and parcel of the stone. This was enough, Tom knew that sufficient was reyealed to bury a bullet in, so) that
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24 Dusky Dick’s Duel. EE ES it would touch the seat of life, and that by waiting for a better target, he might spoil all. Slowly and deliberately, as if aiming at a tar- et of wood, the rifle drew upon the unsuspect ing savage, and the black eye of the Delaware flashed along the dark tube with a deadly glare, And then his finger tightened upon the trigger. The whip-like crack rung out with startling clearness; but it was blended with a horrible yell of agony, as the strickea savage writhed upon the grouad in bis death-throes. Red skin Tom seldom found it necessary to fire twice at the same object, As the sounds broke the air, the horses that had been quietly cropping the rich grass, snorted with affright, and after turning their heads wildly, sprung off a few yards; then stood with trembling limbs, eying the strange scene. As Tom had anticipated, the unexpected shot had so startled the red-skins that they sprung up from their coverts and glared wildly around in search of their hidden foe, Cries of wonder ing. fear broke from their lips. hen a spout of flames shot forth from the line of bushes upon the hillside, and a second mes- senger of death sped upon its way; another of the savages reeled wildly, and then fell to the ground, the hot life-blood gurgling from bis chest. Red-skin Tom snatched his revolver and dis- charged it, uttering a wild yell—the war-whoop that had more than once carried terror and confusion into tbe hearts of his foemen. Though this shot did not seem to have taken effect, the bold fellow sprung forth from the water, and pealing forth his yell, sprung toward the surviving Arapahoes, firing as he came, Simultaneously there echoed ‘back a hoarse cheer from the hillside, and Travers sprun; into view, his revolver echoing back the quic reports from that in the hands of the Dela- ware. As yet the Arapahoes had not burned a grain of powder, so greatly were they confused by this sudden and deadly onset. The two men dashing toward them, with rapidly detonating pistols, were magnified ten-fold, and as with one accord, the survivors turned and fled from fhe spot of death, with wild screeches of dismay and terror, “Hurrah, Tom! spot them—they’re ours!” shouted Travers, wild with excitement, as his revolver sent a bullet crashing into the brain of a third red-skin. ‘ Don’t let one get away!” Loud and clear came the answering cry of the Delaware, as he sprung forward in hot pursuit of the fleeing foe. He only thought that his enemies were before him, and his heart was filled with ferocious hatred. The foremost Arapaho reached the horses, and it seemed as though the secondary object of the two scouts would be defeated after all; but the frantic haste of the savage favored them, unexpectedly, Iv his terror he made a pes grasp at the trailing halter; but his foot slipping upon the damp grass, he fell to the ground, even as his fingers tightened upon the plaited a The sudden jerk added to the eee affright, and caused him to rear violevtly back, half-raising the Indian to bis feet; but then the hand slipped from the smooth rope, and thus freed, the terrified horse turned with a shrill scream, and dashed madly up the valley, fol- lowed by its companions. A faint cry broke from the lips of the Arapa- hoes at this new misfortune; but they dared not ause, Close behind them they could hear the eavy tramp of their enemies, and then came two more shots. Witbout pausing a moment, the savages dashed on, while the one whose haste had wrought them such harm, scrambled to his feet. But no sooner was he up, than he was down again, Red-skin Tom, with a shrill scream of frantic fury, pounced upon his back, hurling the red- skin violently forward, his face plowing up the decayed grass and soft dirt. Half-senseless from the shock, he offered but feeble resistance to his powerful enemy. Red-skin Tom dug his knees violently into the back of the Arapaho, while one hand clutched his neck with the force of a vise. Then the empty revolver was upraised, for a moment remaining motionless to gather momentum; then the heavy brass-bound butt fell with a sicken- ing thud full upon the bared head of the ill- fated savage, Another yell broke from Tom’s lips, as he dashed the clotted blood and brains from his eyes, and sprung to his feet, glaring ferociously around in search of another victim, But the carnage was over, The two surviving Arapahoes bad vanished among the shadows, and Travers was returning from the pursuit. But Tom darted forward, his eyes glowing with a diabolical fire. ‘Stop, Tom!” cried the soldier, as he Se his comrade, ‘‘ where are you going? They've got clear by now. You couldn’t find them in the dark, anyhow.” “Let go—me kill Arapaho debbil!” snarled the Delaware, struggling fiercely in the power- ful grasp of the captain. ‘““No; they’re gone. Don’t be a fool, man. There’s four scalps if you want them. That's enough for once. Do you hear?” The savage suddenly ceased his struggles, though with ill-grace. But then his face brightened as he glanced back upon the ghastly forms of the fallen red-skins, “Come, help me catch their horses first, Tom,” said Travers. ‘ If we don’t mind they'll give us the slip altogether,” Without a word the Delaware followed bis companion up the valley, where they could hear the frightened horses, still snorting wildly, The soldier began to fear they would experience not a little trouble in effecting their capture, But both he and the Delaware were old hands among the horses, and Tom set out to gain the further side of the animals, in order to prevent their flight. This was quickly accomplished, and then, while Travers stood still, the Dela- ware slowly advanced toward the trembling group. They permitted his approach without a motion, save to huddle close together, until nearly within arm’s length, but then they dashed off toward thesoldier. Travers stood still with outstretched hand, and, after a few minutes’ delay, one of
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Dusky Dick's Duel. 26 them came close enough for him to secure the halter. Then it was an easy task to collect the others, which once accomplished, the two men returned down the valley where had taken place the deadly surprise. The four dead forms presented a ghastly sight, and even Travers could not repress a shudder as he recalled the frightful scene. “Take their scalps if you will, Tom,” he said, as the Delaware drew his knife. ‘* But be quick about it. And then tumble their bodies into the creek before we call the lady. The sight would be horrible enough to kill ber,” ‘Squaw no soft like dat!” laughed the Dela- ware, as he shook the first trophy to free it from the gouts of blood before securing it to bis gir- dle. ‘Stan’ big heap, they kin, No kill’um so easy, like dat.” “ Hurry Ll aa be solong, Tom, There’s a long trail before us, and not much time to lose. It’s nearly daylight now.” But the Delaware seemed to find a peculiar pleasure in his revolting task, and took his own time about it. This was the reward of his tedious exercise of Indian tactics, But then the job was completed by dragging the mutilated dead to the stream, and casting them in, when the current quickly swept them away. As the last corpse disappeared, Travers raised his voice and bade Clara come down, that all danger was past. But there came no reply. Again he called, louder than before, Still the silence, save in the echoes of his own voice among the hills, Travers wondered at this, though he did not think of any serious wrong. He believed that Clara, frightened by the wild struggle, had not yet recovered sufficiently to recognize his voice, “ Here, Tum, hold the horses, and I will go up after her,” said Travers, a little impatiently. “ She’s afraid to come down alone,” Muttering at the foolish squeamishness of the white squaw, the Delaware did as bade, and then the soldier lightly bounded up the steep hillside. As he neared the bushes, Travers called again; *¢Miss Calhoun—Clara, come out, It is all over, and the road is free for us. Come,” Still no answer, save in the echoes of his own voice as before. A strange fear seized upon the strong-hearted soldier, Why this continued silence? Why did not the maiden answer him? Could it be, that, fright- ened at the scene of death and bloodshed, she had fainted? Believing this the true solution of the dead si- lence, he sprung forward and parted the bushes. A wild ery broke from his lips. The covert was empty—unoccupied, save by the still and lifeless form of the Arapaho, who had fallen by the strong hand of Red-skin Tom. Where was Clara? “What fo’ you mek holler like dat? Where squaw?” called ont the Delaware from below. “My God! Tom, she’s gone! She is not here!” . gasped Travers, in wondering alarm, CHAPTER IX, BOUND TO THE STAKE, Tue situation of old Tom Maxwell was not one to be envied, Lying helplessly bound, surrounded by a score of yelling, exultant red-skins, who showered kicks and cuffs upon him with merciless celerity. Taken in the very act of slaying one of their com- rades, he could expect but little merey at their hands; indeed he felt some surprise that they spared his life even for thore few moments. Suddenly a tall, powerful form strode through the corral, rudely elbowing the braves aside, all resist: ance ceasing as they caught sight of the one who handled them so unceremoniously, Evidently the new-comer was one high in rank among them, judging from the deference with which he was re- gardey, Waving back the red-skins, he stood over the form of the captive scout, gazing keenly at his up- turned features A quick and powerful change passed over his face, and a hoarse ery broke from 1is lips, while one hand nervously clutched the tomahawk that hung at his side. “Ugh! Three scalps!’’ he uttered, in his native tongue; and even then there seemed to be a tinge of respectful admiration in his voice. * Yas, so they call me in your lingo, "Rapaho,” coolly returned Maxwell, as he gazed fixedly at the face of the savage, ‘I s’pose you know how I earn’t the name, don’t ye?” “Yeh, me know. Big warrior you. Kill hea Arapaho. Won’t kill no more, dough, Git kill self, bum-by. How like dat, eh?” added the Indian, with a leer of ferocious joy upon his features, as he crouched over the captive pale-face, “Don’t know, chief, ontel a’ter I’ve tried it a time or two, Reckon I’d like it fu’st rate, soon’s I git spars used to it a bit. But you're jokin’, ain’t ye, now?’ * Jokin’—wha’ dat?” “ Roolin’—makin’ b’lieve—sorter throwin’ dust in a feller’s eyes, like, ye know, so to speak. What fer do you want to kill me? I hain’t done nothin’ much, onless it is killin’ a few dozen ’Rapahoes, fer which you d orter thank me, ’stead 0’ holdin’ any grudge,” and the reckless old scout chuckled grimly, “You kill Arap anon Arapaho kill you, Kill Cagoula here, kill oder brave ober dere, You die fo’ dat.” “What other? You ain’t goin to blame a feller fer what ain’t his fault, be ye? Ef I tuck a notion to shoot out here at a bunch 0’ grass, an’ one o’ your durned copper-skins runs ag’inst the bullet, be I to blame? But I didn’t do it—you can’t prove ’at I killed any other shunk ‘cept this ’ere one.” “Kin too, me tell. Kill ‘noder brave down dere— in water-stick one wid knife, Den run 'way like de debble,” angrily added the chief. “ When—where was that?” asked Maxwell, a sud- den hope springing up in his breast at the last words of the Indian, *S*pose you tek good hoss—ride like debble—mek hair all wet on hoss. Dai long, mebbe,” tersely re- plied the Arapaho, Maxwell’s form quivered with a new-born hope, He knew that the time metaphorically stated by the chief, would be about that which had_ transpired since the alarm had arisen, so closely following the desperate venture of Buenos Ayres. Could it be that he had been deceived—that the young man had indeed eluded the vigilance of his enemies, and was still at liberty? For some moments Tom dared not trust himself to speak. He dreaded Jest the swarthy Hercules should suspect the truth from bis tones. “You mean the feller who tried to stop me down thar? In the water?” he said, at a venture, “Yeh.” “You fellers didn't see me, then, as I swum back up the river?” “No. You do dat way?” eagerly asked the chief. “Tn course. You hunted fer me, didn’t you? Ff ('d’a’ stayed thar you’d ’a’ found me, wouldn’t ey” “Yeh, me see now, Injun he big fool dat time, but got you now. Keep you, too, Tek scalp
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. a bum-by. How you like burn at stake, eh? Laugh plenty loud, den, eh? ‘T’ink so?” and the chief chuckled diabolically, ‘“Me—burn mef Git out; you're crazy, Injun, Cainet do that—won’t burn; *d put the fire all out. I'm all froze) water, J be. Tell you what Til do, Bet ye my hat ‘at I kin stan’ fire longer 'thout sizzlin’ nm you kin. Thar now, what sez ye?” The savage laughed a little at the sublime impu- dence of his captive, but then turned away and en- tered into conversation with several of the more prominent braves. Maxwell had an object in view in thus chaffing with his captor. He felt assured now that Buenos Ayres had indeed succeeded in passing the cordon in safety. and that he was even then far away in search of help, Thus, every moment of time gained was invalua- ble to his comrades. If he could delay an attack until daylight, he be ieved that the train would be saved, as the Indians would scarcely brave an as- sault in broad daytime, knowing the great loss they must suffer in such a case. eine to learn somethirg definite regarding the red-skins’ plans, Tom keenly strained his ears to catch the words of those who were coll cte1 around the chief, at but a few yards from where stood the captive scout. His partial knowledge of the dialect stood him in good stead here. He heard his own name—or the sobriquet given him for a deed of peculiar best some years be- fore, Three poate cote together with the emi- grant train: and th-nanother name met his ear; th it of Dusky Dick. His suspicions, then, were only too true. This desperate attack was indeed the work of the Traitor Guide. These savages were under his orders; then where was he? : But soon other interests riveted his attention up- on the savages once more. They were ramped up- on him—settling the mode and time of his death. Despite his hardihood and great bravery, the old guide shuddered as he caught the words of the chief. To die and by such a death, was horrible! “His hands ar: red with the blood of the Arapa- hoes; he must die/ But heis a great brave; his name is Three Scalps. Do you know how he gained that name? Listen. Four Arapaho braves at- tacked him upon the prairie and shot his horse; he was alone, They were good braves and skillful war- riors, but they were no match for him. He killed and took the scalps of three; the other fled, with a bullet through his breast. He gained the lodges of his people and told his story; then he died. We called the white warrior Three Scalps, “He is a great brave, but he must die. He bas fallen into Ga eel et at last; but the death of a man awaits him. e shall die by fire; the wolves must not pick his bones. Wapashaw has spoken.” “The chief is wise,” slowly uttered one of the eld- er braves; ‘‘ but does he not forget? What will the white chief say? He bade us capture this man, and —_ him so that he might slay him with his own and, ‘Wapashaw is a chief. Who shall say he does wrong? Not a pale-face, with blood like water, Is the White Snake greater than a chief of the Arapa- hoes? No! He does not dare speak hot words to Wapashaw. He knows that ~~ arm is strong and my tomahawk sharp. Three Scalps must die; I have said it!’ sternly added the chief, as he turned away. Where was Dusky Dick? Why did he not put in an appearance, now that one of his bitterest ene- mies was helplessly a captive? This fact puzzled Tom not alittle. But then he ie of the imminent peril that threatened him- self. “Durned consolin’, that is—I guess not /”” muttered Tom, diseustedly. ‘ S’pose I’d orter feel proud, but I don’t—not a mite. B’lieve I’d ruther they’d think Twas a pesky coward, ef so be they’d think I wasn’t | worth sizzlin’, Ugh! it makes the sweat come jest to think on it! What’ll it be then, though? Oh, Lord!” Hie watched the movements of the savages with anxious eyes, Although as brave as most men, there was something fearful in contemplating this mode cf being sent out of the world. ** Wonder ef it'll hurt muh? Bet it will—know it, ‘most. Ef *twouldn’t, I wouldn't keer so much, Wish to ge-mineezers ’at I'd staid in the corral!” gmuabio® Tom, as he tugged desperately upon his bonas But this effort was in vain. The hide-tho~gs had been applied by too careful a hand for him to slip them from his wrists, and the tough cords only ¢unk poi into the yielding flesh with each succeeding effort. It was quite evident that whatever scruples a few of the elder braves might have entertained as to the advisability of such a decided course, were quickly overruled by the stern-willed chief, Wapashaw, and then the necessary preparations for the feast were speedily under way. A score of savages dashed away toward the timber-belt, with drawn hatchets, and then came the quick, heavy strokes, telling that wood was being collected. Maxw-ll not d their movements with naturally tr ubled feelings, He saw_ his fate was sealed be- yond a doubt, unless he could effect an escape. But this seemed impossible. Alone he was help- less as an infant. There was nothing for it but watch and wait. In a short time the savages returned from the timber-belt, bearing huge back-loads of dried wood, which, at a word from Wapashaw, they carried over to the hill, near whose top it was heaped. There was a double meaning in this selection of the spot for the sacrifice. Of a necessity there must be a number of braves left around the corral to guard against another mes- senger venturing forth, and these would wish te witness the sport. Did it take place upon the pant they could do so as well as those within the corral, The hill, too, was beyond reach of rifle-shot, and so the bright light could not serve to guide an avenging bullet. For these reasyuns had the hill been selected by the astute chief of the Arapahoes. Then the form of the old guide was lifted from the ground by several brawny warriors, and borne toward the rudely-improvised stake, ‘Tom's heart sunk anew, for he hoped to be able to break away from his pape during the walk to the bill, But Wapashaw knew too well the nature of the man he had to deal with to run any unnecessary risks. Maxwell uttered a bitter curse of rage as he real- ized this Buta savage leer upon the countenance of Wapashaw_ revealed the delight his chagrin gave the rascal, and Tom smothered his emotion, until he ave no outward sign of feeling his position, though nis teeth were firmly clinched and his breath came hard and strong. In a few minutes the hill was gained, and the old scout was placed with his back against the firmly- planted stake, Not until a strong lariat was twined around both his body and the post were his feet freed from their bonds, his hands still remaining tied. “Ugh!” grunted Wapashaw, as he stood ordering the pro ing. addressing Maxwell, “‘ Three Scalps no feared no’? Holler plenty loud, by-’m by, when fire burns. T’ink so?” “Not much, chief. You'll only git fooled ef you *xpect me to holler, Fire cain’t burn me—it cain’t. I'm proof ag’in' lead an’ steel, too! Didn’t know that afore. did ye? Why you mought stan’ thar an’ shoot your rifle plum agin’ my face, an’ the bullit ’d jest bounce back ag’in, like it hed hit a rock. Your hatchet ’d break jest like a piece o’ ice, ef you was to hit me Aard. It would so/” earnestly re- sponded Tom, ‘S'pose you try it an’ see, now jest fer fun.”
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. Wapashaw gazed steadily at the old guide fora moment, but then a grim smile swept athwart his countenance. He divined the motive that actuated his captive, but was far from willing to gratit'y him, “S'pose you t’ink Arapaho chief he big fool, talk like dat? S’pose shoo—hit ‘um wid tom’hawk, den ‘um ego dead, quick. Den nogit burn, Three Scalps brave, plenty sayings but so Wapashaw. No git fooled dis time,” and the chief chuckled sardoni- cally. «Kh, git out! Think ye're some, don’t ye? Durned smart, you be—whar the hide’s rubbed off. Fool nothin’—cain’t sp’ile a rotten aigg, you durned gumphead, you,’’ retorted Tom, with an angry glare in his eyes. He had indeed strove to induce the chief to end all at one blow by his boasting, for he had racked his brain in vain to devise some other mode of escaping the horrible death, Feeling assured that his time to die was at hand, he wished it over at once. Though Maxwell spoke boldly enough, there was a dull, heavy sinkiog at his heart, as he noted the preparations for his torture. He knew that mortal man could never endure that fearful trial without giving utterance to his agonyy He knew that death would come, but it would be lingering; before oblivion he must suffer ten thou- sand deaths, That is what he desired to escape. lhe dried fagots were piled around ata few yards’ distance from the stake, so that death should not too quickly claim its victim, Time must be given them to do ample honor to the great bravery and prowess that Three Scalps had so frequently dis- played. greatly to their harm. ‘om could look down into the corral, though it was but faintly outlined in the dim light, for the moon had sunk low down. and daybreak was clo e at hand. He knew that his comrades must be cog- nizant of his capture, whether they also knew of bis threatened doom or no, But he could expect no assistance fiom them, They would have enough to do in guarding them- selves, and the dear, helpless ones depending upon their strong arms for safety. Then Wapashaw took a torch that had been hast- ily kindled. by one of the warriors, and holding it to the dry kindlings, the pile of fagots was soon ina blaze, shooting up from a dozen different points. And around the funeral pyre danced the yelling and screeching red-skins, apparently half-frantic with demoniac joy. 2 CHAPTER X. THE WINDING TRAIL, At this wild Se: from Captain Travers, Red-skin Tom abandoned the horses they had secured after so much trouble and danger, and dar.ed up the bill- side toward the spot where such a startling discov- ery had been made by the soldier. It did not seem possible. and the Indian evidently believed that ravers had made some mistake in the spot. But then he also saw that Clara was gone from tbe place where she had been left but a few short minutes before. Gone—where? Why had she fled? Or had some enemy spirited her away? These were the questi ns that poured from the lips of the soldier, as his comrade gained his side. ‘or atime Tom made no reply, and bent low down over the ground, as if trying to read the truth by some sign left there. “She gone—dat all we know now,” grunted the Indian, as he rose erect. ‘‘ Don’t know how—mebbe tell bumbye, when light comes ’g’in.”’ “Do you think that any one has carried her off, Tom?” asked Travers, agitatedly, ‘“Mebbe so—mebbe not so. Don’t know not’ing, me say. Too much dark—can’t see. She gone, dat all me kin tell now,” persisted the Indian doggedly, Travers glanced anxiously up at the heavens, The ! \ av moon had rolled on, until the cliff above their heads shut off the light from the hillside, _All there was dim and indistinct; light enough to distinguish forms, but not sufficiently so to trace out a trai, especially when left upon the rocky ground by so light a foot as that of the missing maiden. As Tom had said, the truth could not be learned until the day had dawned, Fortunately, this period was not far distant. A couple of hours, at most, and the sun would make its appearance, But in that length of time, what might not hap- pen? If the maiden was in the hands of an enemy, she would be conveyed far beyond their reach be- fore they could strike the trail. And then there was danger to themselves, too, as well. The messenger who had been dispatched for help, hours before by the Arapahoes, might return at any moment. bringing a force that they could not hope to cope with successfully, Or the two savages who had fled the massacre of their com- rades might chance upon friends, and gathering courage from that fact, return to avenge the slaugh- ter of their brethren. All these thoughts agitated the minds of the two men as they stood gazing gloomily upon each other, That tney were puzzled was plain; equally plain was it that not for even a moment did either think of abandoning to her fate the maiden who had so strangely been thrown upon their protection, and for whom they had already done so much, “What must we do now, Tom?” muttered Trav ers. speaking mechanically, not that he hoped to gain anything by the reply. “Do noting now—bumby do somefn’. When licht come ag’in, we take trail—foller up till fin squaw.”” “ But do you think we can?” “Know so—almost. Got eye plenty sharp, Tom, Yoller trail in water, ef try Aard. Me foller trail cap’n ride hoss, Den we git her; go back camp; laugh like de debble, ‘cause skeered when squaw git lost. ‘* But she may have been carried off?” suggested the soldier, taking the gloomy side of the question as the true one, “No: don’t t'‘ink dat, Injun grab her, squaw hol- ler :o loud—squeal all same like pant’er, Den we hear, sure. No boller loud; den Tahun notake. She it skeered mebbe, ‘cause “um kill Arapaho, Don’t fnawe much when skeered. No see straight—t'ink mebbe a fre.’ git kill, not bad Injun. Den ‘fraid dey gic her too, so run ‘way off plenty fast. Me t’ink dat,” succinctly stated Tom, with the argumentative air of a lawyer summing up his case. “Do you think so?” eageriy cried Travers, “Then she may be bidden somewhere near here. Surely she could not run far. she was so weak from her fall. If you call, she may hear and answer.” “You holler if you like. Me go git: horses ‘gin, Don’t like much walk when kin ride. Plenty better dat.” grinned the Delaware, who began descendin, the hillside toward the captured animals, who had stood still on being left, Trayers acted upon this supposition, making the hills echo with the sound of his voice calling aloud the maiden name as clearly as possible. But there came back no answering call. If the Delaware’s supposition as to Clara's volun- tary flight was true, then she must have run to a great distance, or she could not have failed hearing the cries. At length the soldier ceased in despair. There was nothing for it but to await the coming day before proceeding further, ‘om secured the horses to a bush, and then taking a philosophical view of the matter, comfortably s-ated himself in a mossy nook, lighting his pipe and smoking with the gusto of an epicure. But Travers could not content himself thus. — Though he had known the maiden but a few brief hours, as time is usually computed, that seemed most Jike a year of ordinary time, so full of adven-
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28 Dusky Dick’s Duel. ee EEEEEEEEEIE EET ee ture had it been. The bright ores and sweet face of Clara Calhoun had made a vivid impression upon his heart, and he felt this suspense very keenly. No doubt he would have laughed to scorn the idea of his being in love with her, had it suggested itself, but truly the feeling he now experienced was not unlike the first dawning of that subtle sentiment called love. Honestly, the gallant captain was in | greater danger then than he had ever been before in | the whole course of his eventful life, had he but known it. ‘Travers, in his anxiety to be doing something. scaled the hill and kept a close lookout, to guard against being taken by surprise in case the Arapa- hoes’ messenger should return. But Tom sunk into a peaceful doze beside his rock, no dcubt living over again in his dreams the Boom sport he had so lately had in outwitting and putting to rout his foes the Arapahoes, But all things must have an end, and that eventful night was no exception to the general rule. With the first golden rays of the rising sun gilding the eastern hill-tops, Travers descended to where Red- skin Tom was awaiting his coming. Their preparations for the, coming campaign were necessarily very brief. A ee, draught from the creek constituted all their ‘breakfast for the nonce, as the last bit of food had passed their lips on the preceding night. Then while the soldier secured the horses for marching, Tom quertered the ground adjoining the covert where still ‘lay the slaughtered Kisch-kouch, searching for the trail of the missing maiden, In a few minutes bis glad cry echoed forth, and Travers knew that the quest bad been successful. As he hastened to te spot, his eyes, though keen, were at fault, though Tom declared the trail was remarkably plain—that Clara had passed over the ground at a rapid pace, thongh alone. A joyous cry burst from the captain's lips at this welcome an- nouncement, for now he did not doubt of being suc- cessful in finding the girl in a very short time. Tt also confirmed the supposition of the Delaware, that she had taken affright at the wild tumult at- tending the surprise, and perhaps had fancied her friends were being overpowered. But now Tom stood upon his dignity as chief trailer, and motioned Travers back, to act as rear-guard. The trail led down the hillside for some little dis- tance, then crossed the ridge and descended into the level prairie beyond. Not even Travers could easily note ane dainty footprints upon the dew-dampened round, e He also saw with pleasure that its course was one heading almost divectty for the camping-ground of his own train, so that they were in reality losing but very little time. This he rejoiced in, for he knew that his men would be uneasy at his long absence, as they had not intended stopping out over night. Yor several miles the trail continued, not in a direct line, but zig-zag hither and yon, as if the girl had become confused and wander d aimlessly in a roundabout manner, And whi'e Tom traced this out, step by step, Travers, seated upon a horse, gazed keenly around in every direction, hoping to thus gain sight of the wanderer sooner than other- wise. And his search proved successful, for, just as Tom uttered a ery of hay ip Travers caught sight of a human form upon the swell of a hill, perhaps a mile away. Then the figure abruptly disappeared from view. ‘Ugh! look dere!” muttered Tom, as he came to an abrupt stop. Travers followed the direction indicated by the outstretched finger. The trail they were following suddenly became a double one ! CHAPTER XL REUNITED, Ir was well-nigh daydawn, and Buenos Ayres trudged wearily on, foot-sore and almost exhausted by his severe toil. His mind was filled with doubt and fear, He believed that he had more than covered the distance mentioned by Tom Maxwell as intervening between the corral and the Main Trail, but yet he had not observed any trace of it. Could it he possi- ble that he had crossed the trail unknowingly? He feared greatly that he had done so, “It will not do to turn back on an uncertainty,” he muttered, as he paused to glance around him once more. ‘And yet a mistake now would be aw- ful! If I only knew the country better!” But then once more he pressed on, keeping as direct a course as lay in his power. And as he gain- ed the next ridge be again paused, hoping from its summit to discover the desired landmark, But. if he did not see what he sought, another ob- ject met his gaze, One that caused his heart toleap to his very throat. while his brain grew dizzy with a wil 1, delirious hope. Upon a crest to his left Ayres beheld a human form that, in the grim, gray light, was indistinct and hantom-like. But still be believed that he could iscern the flowing drapery of a woman! Ayres bad learned a lesson by that night’s events, and still uncertain that the distant figure was not that of an enemy, he Sunk down into the tall grass, and then peered keenly toward the spot where the vision had appeared, And, as he awaited, he saw that it was approaching, and was indeed a woman! How his heart leaped then! A woman—might it not be his lost love who had so strangely disap- peared from their midst? And yet, how could it be? Clara had ridden away on her horse; this woman was on foot, many miles fr. m the spot where he had last seen his friend. Though the coming sun gilded the eastern horizon the swale in which the woman now was was stil gloomy, and only with the greatest difficulty could Ayres discern her shape at all. But then she began seoatthe the hill, almost directly toward him. Trembling in every fiber of his being, the young man awaited the result, fearful lest his new-born nope should be dashed to the ground after all, It did not seem possible that this could be Clara, But then a glad cry—a cry so full of joy and heartfelt exultation—broke from his lips. The light fell full upon the features of her who ap- proached, and Ayres knew that he beheld his lost love, Clara Calhoun! She evidently heard the cry, for she paused and half-turned as if to flee. Then he sprung up, calling Peas her name as he darted toward her trembling igure, She stood as if petrified, then, with a glad ery, sunk to the ground, laughing aad weeping at the same time. Her overtasked powers now seemed to give way before this unexpected happiness, and she sunk into a deathlike swoon as her lover clasped her to bis broad breast, covering her pale and haggard face with passionate kisses, For a moment Buenos acted like one demented, but then as he found she did not return his caresses, a great fear assailed him; he feared she was dead. And, indeed, her looks favored this = sition So pale and ghastly, lying eee iE tieaxt like one utterly devoid of life. But this great sorrow was spared the young man, Soon, beneath the fervid pressure of his lips, the e lor and warm'h came back to her face, and then her eycs opened. The wild, hunted look quickly disappeared from them, and with a low, glad cry her arms wound around bis neck, “Thank God! you have found me, Buenos!" she murmured faintly. “But where have you been, darling? Why did you leave us so strangely?” Whereupon Clara briefiy detailed her adventures of the past night, adding: “Tsaw them all together, shouting and scream- ing. shooting at each other, and it frightened me terribly. What could these two men, though so OF ee
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. brave, doagainst six great Indians? I believed they must both be killed, and then as I thought cf how the savages would hunt for and _find me, it seemed as though I would go crazy! I would rather die than fall into their hands, and yet I knew that they would capture me if I should stay there until it was all over. “So I turned and fled, not knowing whither I went, but only thinking to escape from these dread- ful savages. I ran on until I fell from weakness, but then, as I fancied I could hear them coming after me, I arose and a“ on, only knowing that I was running away from /iem. Idid not know where I was, nor whither I w s going, and I believe that I must have died had not yc u found me, dear Buenos,” she added. with a hysterical sob. **Poor Clara—how you mnst have suffered!’ mur- mured Ayresypressing his lips to her brow. “Indeed I have—more than words can tell. But I knew you would come for me—I felt sure you would not leave me to die here all alone.. Poor father— how he must have suffered from my thoughtless- ness! “My God! I forgot- and here I have lost over an hour!” exclaimed Buenos, springing to his feet in dismay at his remissness, “What—what is it, Buenos?’ inquired Clara, in vague alarm. “The train—I was s‘nt for help. The Indians, under musky Dick, attacked it last night, and I fear a, thoughtlessness will be their ruin,” agitatedly added Ayres. * He was with those after me,” shuddered Clara, “But help—where can you find it here? We are alone—God only knows where!” ‘There was a Government train close behind us, when we left the Main Trail, and I was searching for them, but—.’ “He belonged to one—Captain Travers, I mean. It cannot be far away from here, Ah, if we can only find it!” hastily cried Clara, “Do you know in what di ection? Did you hear him say where it was?” * No—or if I did, I forgot. I was so badly fright- ened, you know.” “We must find it-I must. But you—my peor darling—you are too tired to walk so far and fast.” *“No—I am strong now, since yor have come, I can walk, oh, so far; never fear. Besides, it is for father—and our friends. And I could not stay here —I should die of fear. Zhey would catch me, I know!” “Well, we must try it. Remember that your fa- ther’s life may depend upon your own, Clara, and bear up if you can, It wiil be hsrd—I wish I could spare you—but there is no help for it.” The sun was now quite high above the hills, for young Ayres had lust a good hour listening to Clara’s story, and now they pressed on at a fair pace, though ignorant whether they were pursuing the right course er were going widely astray. But they were destined to meet with another in- terruption, right speedily. They had just gained the next ridge when Clara suddenly uttered a little cry of affrigbt. * Ah! Buenos—look there—the Indians! My God! we are lost!” she gasped, as, with outstretched hands, she guided the gaze of her companion toward os ridge they had just left but a few moments be- ore. One : lance satisfied Bueros of the correct- ness of her fears. He saw a little group of horse- men, that he believed were mounted Indians. © Quick! stoop down, Clara! They have not seen us yet, and if we hide they mav pass by without noticing our trail, Follow me—quick!’ Ayres hissed, as, crouching low down. he half-led, half- dragged his companion down the hillside, making toward a small clump of timber growing in the bot tom of the vale. ‘Toward this they ran at full speed, and had barely gained its shelter when the horsemen reached the ridge they had just left. A wild cry came to the ears of the fugitives, and then they saw the horse- men dash furiously toward their refuge. ‘*Keep behind me, Clara,” muttered Ayres, as he closely examined the eccndition of his revolver, “They will not find us tame victims. They must pay a price for our lives.” “There are only two—perhaps they are—” “See the other horses—fcur of them! They must have riders, who are hiding behind their bodies. Look, they stop! Vll—” “No—no; don't shoot, Burnos,” cried Clara, as she seized the alr ady-leveled revolver, ‘ See, they are friends—Captain Travers and the Delaware, who saved me from the Indians!’* * Are you sure, Clara?’ doubtfully replied Ayres; but then a cry from one of the men settled this doubt most agreeably. “Miss Calhoun, ycu know us; we are friends. Who is that with you? If an enemy we will rescue you from him.” Clara end Buenos stepped forth from the cover, and then there ensued a warm greeting between the quartette, for even the Delaware appeared overjoy- ed at beholding the pale-faced squaw once more. “ Buenos, tell this gentleman—I know he will help us,” eagerly uttered Clara, thinking first of her father’s peril. In a few brief words Ayres stated the position of affairs at the emigrant-train, as he bad left it, and implored assistance. The captain, though experi- encing a momentary sensation something akin to jealousy, at seeing how confidingly Clara clung to the young man—was greatly excited and promptly offered bis aid in the matter. * Certainly I will. My old_commander in danger! God Lord! how strange! Quick—help the lady to mount; there’s plenty of horses fortunately. Tle camp is only about two miles away now, We'll get there almost before you know it; and then for these red-skinned devils. No offense, hope, Red-skin?” “No—me all white man now. Cuss_ Injins all want, plenty bad, you like—all, but Delaware,” grunted Tom. Buencs quickly lifted Clara upon one of the horses, and then, foiiowing suit, the quartette were speedily dashing over the prairie, under the guid- ance of Red-skin Tom, with the two extra horses iohowne closely in their wake. The spirits of the two lovers rose with every long leap of their mettlesome horses, though Buenos Ayres could not repress certain misgivings as he thought on the length cf time that hed transpired since he left the emigrant party, Could they have held out through the long, fearful night? He feared they could not have Cone s0; some- thing seemed to tell him that the rescuing party would arrive ouly in time to bestow upon his late comrades a Christian burial. And brneath his breath he swore a deep and fearful vengeance, should such indeed be the case. They had ridden but a short Cistance. when R d- skin Tom uttered a low whoop, and pointed before them, though he did not slacken his pace. Thus directed, the eyes of all noted the presence of a small body of horsemen, just rising the second ridge from them, who bad evidently caught sir ht of the quartette, at the same time, for they suddenly drew rein. “Don't stop—they’re friends,” cried Travers, “T can tell my boys as far as eye can reach, They're out after me, I don’t doubt; we stayed so much longer than expected.” F At about the same time the soldiers eviden'ly made the same discovery, for they gave their horses free rein, and dashed forward with loud cheers. A smile rested upon the captain’s lips at this. One c@ uld easily see that he was a beloved leader, and proud of his boys in blue. “Well, Merris,”’ he said, as the leader of the dozen men saluted, “glad to see you, How’s all at the camp ”
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30 Dusky Dick’s Duel. * All well, sir, but very anxious because you stayed out so long. I made bold to take a few of the boys and ride out to see if we could be of any use,’ respectfully replied the sergeant, curiously eying the horses and the two extra riders, “'There’s work cut outfor you, and hot work, too, if I mistake not. But I know that shat is no draw- back,” laughed Travers, as the party again broke into a rapid gallop. * Indeed it ain’t, cap’n. Injuns—if I may ask?”’ “Yes, They’ve attacked the train this lady and gentleman belong to—the one tnat passed us at the Dutchman’s.” In a few minutes more the party had reached the camping-ground of the Government train, where now was all excitement, for the news quickly spread, and was greeted with loud, hearty cheers, for ‘twas not every day that the boys got a pleasure ride, and a brush with the Indians to wind up with. The only fear they hed was that, as some must re- main behind to guard the train, they might be the unlucky ones, “ Boys,’’ said Travers, riding out a little from the rest, “how many of you wish to take a skurry after the Indians this morning?” Witb loud cheers, every man, soldiers, teamsters an‘ all, flocked forward, each striving to be fore- most. A glad smile played around their leader’s lips. Re Good! though it’s only what I expected from you. But you can’tall go. Sergeant Morris!" * Here, sir.” “Pick out thirty men, and see that they’re ready in ten minutes, Never mind rations; take only arms and plenty of ammunition.” “Yes, sir. Half the time’ll do.” “ Now, Miss Calhoun, if you will come with us, I will see you more comfortably p'aced than on that horse, The sutler’s family is with us, and will see that you have all that you will require.” “Thank you, captain, but it is needless; Tam _ go- ing to my father with the rest of you,” firmly replied the maiden. * But think—how we must ride, to do any good, and then there will probably be hard fighting at the end of it,” he urged, 9 pexedhs. “Thave thought. Father is in trouble—perhaps dead or badly wounded, and I not there! Lmust ot"? ity Clara,” said Buenos, riding to her side, ‘listen to me. ou are nearly sick now, with what you have passed through. Such a trial as this will be would prove your death. You would die before you got half-way. You must stay here—for my sake, if not your own.” * No—I will go!” “Clara, you must not. Don't oblige me to use compulsion; but I know that you could never stand the ride. You must stay. I will either come or send you word, as soon as it is all over.” Witha hysterical sob the maiden gave way, and allowed the captain to lead her to the wagon set apart for the family of the sutier. Le tving her in Charae of the warty wife, he hastened back to the men, who were now in readiness. : From the description of the spot, as given by Ayres, Red-skin Tom declared that he knew it well, and could guide the party directly there, as the crow flies. And then they set off upon their mission, at a pare that satisfied even Ayres, urgent as was his haste, “Keep up, boys,” shouted Travers. “* We're rid- ing for lifo or death, vow, and if your horses can’t stand the pace, follow on as best you can, You may be in at the death, anyhow.” They numbered some thirty-five, all told, and not one felt a doubt as to how the affair would furn out, provided the emigrants were still holding out, when shee arrived, But Buenos had grave fears on this point, ; ‘And still on they thundered, no longer in a com- pact body, but strung out at short intervals, as the better or more ly esse horses took the front. At their head rode Ayres, Travers, aud Red-skin Tom, the former mounted upon one of the captured mus- tan~s; a noble brute. On until the head grew dizzy with the swift mo- tion; until the foam dropped from the horses’ lips and flecked their counters; until their glossy coats were darkened with sweat, together with dust cast up by the trampling hoofs. It was a wild, fearful ride, and the brains of the men seemed intoxicated, so wildly did they whirl. Even their horses seem +d to catch the infection, for they thundered on as if mad, snorting and fretting, with eyeballs wildly staring, fiery an’ bloodshot. Then Red-skin Tom abruptly jerked his horse up, easting him upon his haunches. A motion of his hand checked the others, Soaring to their ears, borne upon-the light air, came th» confusedly-mingled sounds of rifle shots, shrill yells and hoarse shouts, from beyond the swell of the prairie. The cause wis but too evident. ~ The savages were desperately attacking the emi- grant train. Then all was not yet over—they might still be in time! “Wait until all come up—then one steady charge, and they’re ours!’ whispered Travers to the im- petuous Ayres, CHAPTER XII. DOG EAT DOG, Tue old guide, Tom Maxwell, gave himself up for lost. The fire blazed up brightly—the smoke blind- ed hiseyes the heat began to scorch his garments, His fate seemed indubitably sealed, But such was not to be, just then. A sudden interruption came, from an utterly unlooked-for source. The quick clatt ¢ of a horse’s hoofs was heard upon the shingle ihat covered the base of the hill, and then a foam-flecked steed dashed up beside the blazing fire. With a hoarse cry, its rider sprung to the ground, and dashed through the group of 5 ar- tled savages, hurling them rudely aside to clear a passage. Ere a hand could be raised to check him, the blazing fagots were kicked aside and_ the daring man stood close to Maxwell. One cut of the gleam- a severed the rope that bound him to the stake, But then, with a howl, the Arapaho chief, Wapa- shaw, sprung forward, an! hurled the man to the ground, ten feet away. All this passed so quickly that Maxwell was still blinking to clear his eyes of smoke, unconscious that his bonds had been partially cut, as his hands were still bound behind his back, ‘The man sprung to his feet with a ery of defiance, And then the features of Dusky Dick were revealed, Maxwell stared at him in epen-mouthed wonder, * How dare you do this, chief” uttered the White Snake. in a voice low and even: but oh! what deadly ire that tone con‘ained! ‘*You know our agree- ment—this brave was to be given t»me, unharmed,” “Dare! Wapashaw isan Arapaho ch'ef. What is there hy cannot dare? Who shall speak hot words in his ear? Not the pale-faced coward—not the Whi'e Snake!” “You should know whether [ am a coward or not by this time, chief. If you say Lam, J say you lie. Thi: brave is my properly—who dares do him harm until L speak the word?” “7, Wap’shaw, the Arapaho! J dare harm bim! See! I defy you—I kill him before your very eyes!” yelled the savage, now thoroughly angered, as he drew his tomahawk and sprung toward the motion- less form of the scout, But like a meteor, the forma of Dusky Dick shot forward, and then his small fist alighted with erush- ing force full between the eyes of the savage Her- cules, hurling him to the ground like a elod. In- stantly all was the greatest confusion.
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Dusky Dick’s Duel. Several braves sprung toward the renegade, with flashing weapons, but he met them boldly, with drawn revolvers. ‘twice did there come a sharp report—twice did the death-yell soar upward above the frightful din. ut Wapashaw arose and motioned his braves bacx. With a gesture that Dusky Dick well under- stood, and was not slow to accept, he advanced to the duel, Casting his pistols aside, the renegade met his foe with equal weapons, Knife slashed against knife, and the strife began that could end only in death. As Wapashaw sprung upon him, Maxwell had naturally s‘irunk aside, and to his surprise he found that be was free, save his hands. That was the Sim knowledge he had of the timely act of Dusky Jick. Then, as the wild strife began, he made a desper- ate effort to burst the cords that held his hands. Straining until he thought all was in vain, the thongs suddenly parted with a sharp twang. Unnoticed in the confusion, he darted toward the crest of the hill that he knew overlooked the river, aay for nearly a hundred feet this abruptly el, Tt was trul safety. Al enemy. Bemieling not a moment, Tom sprung boldly out over the dizzy height, and shooting down like a stone, entered the water with a sullen thud, In another moment he was swimming rapidly down the stream, unharmed by the frightful de- scent, toward the corral, unnoticed by all save those within the barricade. And this he gained in safety, where he was warmly greeted by his comrades, who had long since given him up as lost beyond a doubt. Under less favorable circumstances, this feat would have been impossible to execute successfully. But the attention of all upon the hill was riveted upon the savage struggle between their two leaders, Dusky Dick and Wapashaw, and they did not give one thought to their captive, supposing him to be firmly bound to the stake. Then those who were left on guard over the wagon-train had been confused by the sudden ex- tinguishing of the fire and the wild uproar that fol- lowed, Fearing their comrades had been surprised by some foe, they one and all dashed at full speed, toward the spot, either not observing the le \p of Tom Maxwell, or else, in the dim light, believed it to be one of the combatants, Thus it was the old guide performed the seem- ingly impossible feat without interruption. nashort time the duel ended, but from the cor- ralit could not be seen which had been the victor and then the cmerpeetaice of the captive was first noticed. The confusion was then really appalling. Search was immediately made through the bills, a fearful leap, but the only chance for other voutes were cut off by the 31 the Indians believing that he had fled in that direc- tion, as none of them coming from the plains had met him. This search continued for a long time, when, after they had abandoned it as useless, one brave noticed the dirt displaced by the scout’s feet in springing over the precipice. That told the tale, and, fairly wild with anger, the Indians rushed down and at- tacked the corral, fighting with a desperate fury worthy a better cause, But they were as bravely met. Rifle-shots an- swered arrow-flights, vntil the strife became hand- to-hand, Over the ba.vicades swarmed the nainted demons, until the interior was filled with a confused mass of writhing, struggling humanity, battling furiously, desperately. But then came a glad sound to the ears of the overpowered whites—the loud, hearty cheer, ema- nating from unmistakably white men’s throats. Then the thundering of many hoofs—the sharp cracking of carbines and revolvers. Fully as well did the Arapahoes recognize those shouts; they had heard similar ones before, and they knew too well the prowess of the boys in blue, to stand and wait their close acquaintance. There uprose the cry of retreat—and, like one man, the red-skins tore themselves free from their antagonists, and fled, on foot, on horseback, as fate favored them, And among them the soldiers raged Whang led by Travers, Ayres and Red-skin Tom, The latter fairly outdid himself, and returned with girdle liter- ally crowded witb scalps, here is but little more to add, That was a glad meeting between Buenos and Cal- houn, espécially when the young man announced the safety of Clara, He was truly the lion of the hour, but he bore his honors with becoming meek- ness. Then when the stragglers had all come in, the dead whites were collected and afforded a Chris- tian burial, It was a melancholy aight, and not one dry eye—unless it might be those of Red-skin Tom, who was not remarkable for his sensitiveness—was there in the encampment. Taught a sad lesson by the recent events, Cal- houn decided to return to the Main Trail and re- main under the protection of his fellow-soldier’s command until the rest of the road was passed, and the two enjoyed many an hour over their recollec- tions, Well, the train got safely to its destination, with- out any more serious accidents, and, in due time. Clara Calhoun was made Mrs. Buenos Ayres; an Tom Maxwell was at the wedding, and danced with “ pritty.”’ ussy Dick was supposed to have been killed dur- ing his due] with Wapashaw, for he was never heard of afterward. And thus we leave them, ‘ THE END,
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