FOES IN AMBUSH.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 20, 11 August 1894, Page 13

FOES IN AMBUSH.

BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, Author of 1 The Deserter ‘ The Colonel's Daughter ‘ A S oldier's SecretSfc.

[ALL RGIHTS RESERVED.] CHAPTER I. The sun was just going down, a great globe of fire and torment. Already the lower limb was in contact with the _ jagged backbone of the mountain chain that rimmed the desert with p urple and gold. Out on the barren, hard-baked fiat in front of the corral, just where it bad been unhitched when the paymaster and his safe were dumped soon after dawn, a weather-beaten ambulance was throwing’ unbroken a mile-long shadow toward the distant Christobal. The gateway to the east through the Santa Maria, sharply notched in the gleaming range, stood a day’s march away, —a day’s march now only made by night, for this was Arizona, and from the rising of the sun to the going down of the same anywhere south of that curdling mud bath, the Gila, the only human beings impervious to the fierceness of its rays were the Apaches. ‘ And they,’ growled the paymaster, as he petulantly snapped the lock of his little safe, ‘ they’re no more human than so many hyenas.’ A big man physically was the custodian and disburser of Government greenbacks so big that, as he stepped forth through the aperture in the hot adobe wall, he ducked his head to avert unwilling contact with its upper edge. Green-glass goggles, a broad-brimmed straw hat, a pongee shirt, loose trousers of brown linen, and dust colored canvas shoes made up the outer man of a personality as distinctly unmilitary as it was ponderous. Slow and laboured in movement, the major was correspondingly sluggish in speech. He sauntered out in the glare of the evening sunshine and became slowly conscious of a desire to swear at what he saw; that, though in a minute or two the daygod would ‘ douse his glim ’ behind the black horizon, no preparation whatever had been made for a start. There stood the ambulance, every bolt and link and tire hot as a stove-lid, but not a mule in sight. Turning to his left, he strolled along toward a gap in the adobe wall, and entered the dusty interior of the corral. One of the four quadrupeds browsing under the bush shelter languidly turned an inquiring eye and interrogative ear in his direction, and conveyed after the manner of the mule, a suggestion as to supper. A Mexican boy sprawling in the shade of a bale of Government hay, and clad in cotton shirt and trousers well-nigh as brown as the skin that peeped through occasional gaps, glanced up at him with languid interest an instant, and then resumed the more agreeable contemplation of the writhings of an impaled tarantula. Under another section of the shed two placid little burros were dreamingly blinking at vacancy, their grizzled fronts expressive of that ineffable peace found only in the faces of saints and donkeys. In the middle of the enclosure a rude windlass coiled with rope stood stretching forth a decrepit lever-arm. The vvhippletree , dangling from the end over the beaten circular track, seemed cracked with heat and age. The stout rope that stretched tautly from the coil passed over a wooden wheel and disappeared through a broad-framed aperture into the bowels of the earth. Close at hand in the shade of a bush-covered ‘ leanto ’ hung three or four huge ollas, earthen water-jars, swathed in gunny sack and blanket. Beyond them, warped out of all possibility of future usefulness, stood what had once been the running gear of a California buckboard. Behind it dangled from the rusty pegs portions of leather harness, which all the neat’s-foot oil of the military pharmacopoeia could never again restore to softness or pliability. A newer edition of the same class of vehicle was covered by a canvas

‘’paulin.’ A hugh stack of barley bags was plied at the far end of the corral, guarded from depredation (quadrupedal) by a barrier of wooden slats, mostly down, and by a tattered biped, very sound asleep. ‘ Where’s the sergeant P ’ queried the pay-master, slowly, addressing no one in particular, but looking plaintively around him. Still leaning a brown chin on a nearly black hand, and stirring up his spider with the forked stick, he held in the other paw, the boy simply tilted his head toward the dark opening under the further end of the shed, an aperture that seemed to lead to nothing but blackness beyond. ‘ What’s he doing ?’

‘Ho sa : »-abe,’ drawled the boy, never lifting his handsome eyes from the joys before him. ‘ Why hasn’t he harnessed up ?’ A shrug of the shoulders was the only reply. ‘ Hey ?’ ‘ No sa-a-abe,’ slowly as before. ‘ What’s your name ?’ ‘ Jose.’ ‘Well, here, Jose, you go and tell him I want him.’

The boy slowly pulled himself together and found his feet; started reluctantly to obey; glanced back at his captive, now scuttling off for freedom ; turned again, scotched him with his forked stick, and then with a vicious ‘ huh ! ’drove the struggling Araneid into the sandy soil. This done, he lounged off towards the dark corner in the wall of the ranch and drove out of sight. Presently there slowly issued from this recess a sturdy form in dusty blue blouse, the sleeves of which were decorated with chevrons in far-faded yellow. Under the shabby slouch hat, a round, sun-blistered, freckled face bristling with a week-old beard, peered forth at the staff official with an expression half of languid tolerance, half of mild irritation. In most perfunctory fashion the soldier just touched the hat rim with his forefinger, then dropped the hand into a convenient pocket. It was plain that he felt but faint respect for the staff rank and station of the man in goggles and authority. ‘ Sergeant Peeny, I thought I told you I wanted everything ready to start at sunset.’

‘ You. did, sir, and then you undid it,’ was the prompt and sturdy reply. The paymaster stood irresolute. Through the shading spectacles of green his eyes seemed devoid of any expression. His attitude remained unchanged, thumbs in the low-cut pockets of his wide-flapping trousers, shoulders meek and drooping. ‘•W-e-11,’he finally drawled, ‘you understood I wanted to get on to Camp Stoneman by sunrise, didn’t you F Didn’t my clerk, Mr Dawes, tell you P’ ‘ He did, yes, sir, and you don’t want to get there no more than I do, major. But I told you flat-footed that if you let Donovan and those other men go back on the trail they’d find some excuse to stop at Ceralvo’s, and, hang ’em, they’ve done it.’ ‘ Don’t you s’pose they’ll be along presently ?’ ‘ S’pose ?’ and the sun-blistered face of the cavalryman seemed to grow a shade redder as he echoed almost contemptuously the word of his superior. ‘ S’pose ? Why, major, look here !’ And the short, swart trooper took three quick strides, then pointed through the western gap in the adobe wall to the gilded edge of the range where the sun had just slipped from view. ‘ It’s ten miles to that ridge, it’s ten minutes since I got the last wig-wag of the signal-flag at the pass. They hadn’t come through then. What chance is there of their getting here in time to light out at dark ?’ Yon did tell me to have everything ready to start, and then you undid it by sending half the escort back. You’ve been here in this half-acre three days and I’ve been here three years. You’ve never been through Canon Diablo; I’ve been through a dozen times and never yet without a fight or a mighty good chance of one. Now, you may think it’s fun to run your head into an ambuscade, but I

don’t, i -You can get ’em too easy without trying. I’m an old soldier, major, and too freely spoken, perhaps, but I mean no disrespect, only I wish you’d listen to me.next time.’

‘ You wouldn’t have had me leave those women in the lurch hack at the crossing, would, you ?’ queried the paymaster, half apologetically. ‘ Why, I don’t believe that story at all,’ flatly answered Peeny ; ‘ it’s some plant that fellow Donovan’s springing l on you —a mere excuse to ride back so that they could drink and gamble with those thugs at Ceralvo’s. They have just been paid off and had no chance for any fun at all before they were ordered out on escort duty. That money’s been burning in their pockets now for three whole nights, and they just can’t stand it so long as a drop of liquor’s to be had by hard riding. !Nb soldier’s happy till he’s dead broke, major; leastwise none I ever see.’

‘ What makes you doubt the story, sergeant ? It came straight enough.’ ‘lt came too straight, sir; that’s just , the trouble. It came straight from Chihuahua Pete’s monte mill. It’s only a hook to draw ’em back, and they played it on you because they saw you were new to the country, and they knew I was asleep; and now, unless Lieutenant Drummond should happen in with his troop, there’s no help for it but to wait for it to-morrow night, and no certainty of getting away then.’

4 Well, if Mr Drummond were here, don’t you suppose he’d have gone or sent back to protect those people ?’ ‘ Oh, he’d have gone—certainly—that’s his business, but it isn’t yours, major. You’ve got Government money there enough to buy up every rumhole south of the Gila. You’re expected to pay at Stoneman, Grant and Goodwin and Crittenden and Bowde, where they haven’t had a cent, since last Christinas, and here it is the middle of May. You ought to have pushed through with all speed, so none of those jay hawkers could get wind of your going, let alone the Apaches. Every hour you halt is clear gain to them, and here you’ve simply got to stay twenty-four hours all along of a cock-and-bull story about some stage-load of frightened women fifteen miles back at Gila Bend. It’s a plant, major, that’s what I believe.’

Old Plummer kicked the toe of his shoe into the sandy soil and hung a reflective head. ‘ I wish you hadn’t shut your eyes,’ he drawled at length. ‘ I wouldn’t, sir, if I hadn’t thought you’d keep yours open. You sleep at night, sir, you and Mr Dawes, while I rode alongside with finger on trigger every minute.’ Absorbed in their gloomy conversation, neither man noticed that the wooden shutter in the adobe wall close at hand had been noiselessly opened from within, just an inch or two. Neither knew, neither could see that behind it, in the gathering darkness of the short summer evening, a shadowy form was crouching. ‘ Then you think we must stay here, do you ?’ queried the paymaster. ‘ Think ? I know it. Why, the range ahead is alive with Apaches, and we can’t stand ’em off with only half-a-dozen men. Your clerk’s no ’count, major.’

Old Plummer stood irresolute. His clerk, a consumptive and broken-down relative, was at that moment lying nerveless on a rude bunk within the ranch, bemoaning the fate that impelled him to seek Arizona in search of health. He was indeed of little “ ’count,” as the paymaster well knew. After a moment’s painful thought, the words rose slowly to his lips — ‘Well, perhaps you know best, so here we stay till to-morrow night, or at least until they get back.’ One could almost hear the whisper in the deep recess of the retaining wall—sibilant, gasping. Some one crouching still farther back in the black depths of the interior did hear. ‘ Santa Maria ! ’

But when a moment later the proprietor of this roadside ranch, this artificial oasis in a land of desolation, strolled into the big room where half a dozen troopers were dozing or gam-

bling, it was with an air of confidential joviality that be whispered to the corporal in charge—- ‘ Our freu’ the majoi’, he riffuse me sell you aguardiente,—mescal but wait to-night.’ ‘ Oh,- hang it, Moreno, we’ll be half-way to Stoneman by that time,' interrupted the trooper, savagely. Who’s to know where we get the stuff p We’ll make ’em believe Donovan’s squad brought it in from Ceralvo s. Give me a drink now, anyhow, you infernal Greasei ; I’m all burnt out with such a day as this. We’ve got to start the moment they get back, and there won’t be any time, then.’

4 Hush, callabello; they ~ come not to-night. You jwill rest here.’

‘ Why, how in blazes do you know ?’

Softly! —I know not. I know nothing ; yet, mira !—I know. They talk long in the corral, —the major and that pig of a sergeant;—for him I snap my finger. Look you !’ And Moreno gave a flip indicative of combined defiance and disdain.

‘ Don’t you count on his not finding* out, Moreno. It’s ail easy enough so far as the major’s concerned, but that blackguard Feeny’s different, I tell you. He’d hear the gurgle of the spigot if he were ten miles across the Gila, and be here to bust things before you could serve out a gill,—• hang him ! He’s been keen enough to put that psalm-singing Yankee on. guard over your liquor. How’re you going to get at it, anyhow ?’

For all answer the Mexican placed the fore-finger of his left hand upon, his lips, and with that of the right hand pointed significantly to the hard beaten earthen floor.

‘ Ah—-I have a mine,’ he whispered. ‘ You will not betray, eh ? Shu-u ! Hush ! He comes now.’

~ The.-.gru-ff voice of Sergeant Feeney broke up the colloquy.’ ‘ Corporal Murphy, take what men you have here and groom at once. Feed and water too. Moreno, I want supper cooked for eight in thirty minutes. —Drop those cards now, you men, you should have been sleeping as I told you, so as to be ready for work to-night.’

‘ Share we don’t go to-night, sergeant P’ ‘ Who says that ?’ demanded Fenny quickly, whirling upon his subordinates. The Corporal looked embaraassed and turned to Moreno for support. Moreno, profoundly calm, was as profoundly oblivious. “ Moreno there,’ began Murphy, finding himself compelled to speak. ‘ I ?’ gravely, courteously protested, the Mexican, with deprecatory shrug of his shoulders and upward lift of eyebrow. ‘ I ? What know I ? I do but say the Corporal Donovan is not come. How know I you go not out to-night ?’ ‘ Neither you nor the likes of yon knows,’ was Feeny’s stern retort. ‘ We go when we will and no questions asked. As for you, Murphy, you be ready, and it’s me you’ll ask, not any outsider, when we go. I’ve had enough to swear at to-day without you fellows playing off on me. Go or no go—no liquor, mind you. The first man I catch drinking I’ll tie by the thumbs to the back of the ambulance, and he’ll foot it to Stoneman.’ No words were wasted in remonstrance or reply. These were indeed ‘ the days of the empire ’ in Arizona—days soon after the great war of the rebellion, when men drank and swore and fought and gambled in the rough life of their exile, but obeyed, and obeyed without question,, the officers appointed over them. These were the days when veteran sergeants like Feeny—men who had served under St. George Cooke and Sumner and Harney on the wide frontier before the war, and had ridden with the starry guidons in many a wild, whirling charge under Sheridan and Merrit and Custer in the valley of Virginia—held almost despotic powers among the troopers who spent that enlistment in the isolation of Arizona. Rare were the cases wben they abused their privilege. Stern was their rale, rude their speech, but by officers and mep

alike theytrusted atfd respected. As for FbenypfherC “WerC flofi lacking those who declared ' biffin spelled. Twice that; day diad the paymaster been on thee point hjs' apparent indifference. Twice had he' ■withheld his ■ ceasurer ; kno after all, Feeny de dbe ! infi the right and himself ip the' wrodgS Atod now in gathering shades hPnight ; as he stood in silence watdhing the brisk process of grooming; and noted how thorough; and business-like,'even though sharp and stern; was 'Feeny, the- paymaster, was wishing he had not ventured to disregard, the icnution of so -a veteran. v"

And yet the paymaater, having a human heart in ibis breast, hud been sorely tried, for .the appeal that came for help was one he could not well resist. Passing Ceralvo's at midnight and pushing relentlessly aheadinstead of halting there as the men had hoped, the party was challenged in the Mexican tongue. 1 Q ue viene V ' To which unlooked-for and uncalledfor demand the leading trooper, scorning’ Greaser interference in American territory, promptly answered: — ‘Go to the mischief !’

All the same he heard the click of lock and wps prompt to draw his own Colt, as did likewise the little squad riding ahead of the creaky ambulance. The two leaders of the mules whirled instantly about and became tangled up with the wheel team, and the paymaster was pitched out of a dream into a doiibled-up mass on the opposite seat; To his startled questions the driver could only make reply that he didn’t know what was the matter; the sergeant had gone ahead to see. Paesently Feeny shouted “Forward!” and on they Vent again, and not until' Geralvo’s wa§ a mile behind could the major learn the cause of, the detention. ‘ Some of Ceralvo’s people,’ answered Feeny; ‘ they thought to stop us and turn us in there by stories of Indian raids just below us —three prospectors murdered twenty - four miles this side of the Sonora line. tJochises’s people never came this far far west of the Chiricahua Range. It’s white cut-throats, may-be, and we’ll need onr whole command.’

And yet in the glaring sunshine of that May morning, after they had unsaddled at Moreno’s, after the sergeant, wearied with the vigils of two successive nights, had gone to sleep in the coolest shade he could find, there came riding across the sun-bakid, cactus - dotted plain at the west a young man, who had the features of the American and the grave, courteous bearing of the Mexican, 1 My name is Harvey,’ said he. ‘My sisters, who have been in San Francisco at school, are with me on their way to visit our parents at Tuscon. Father was to have met us at the bend with relays of mules. We Have waited iorty-eight hours and can wait no longer. For God’s sake let half-a-dozen of your men ride out and escort 5 hem down here. There is no doubt in the world the Apaches are in the mountains on both sides, and I’m iiembling for fear they’ve already found our camp. None of my party dared make the ride, so I had to come.’ What was Plummer to do ? He ■didn’t want, to, rouse the sergeant. This wasn’t going Pack to Ceralvo’s, but riding northward to the rescue of imperilled beauty, lies simply could nut refuse, especially, when Donovan a nd others were eager to go. From Mr Harvey he learned that his father Pad married into an old Spanish Mexican family at Havana, and had been induced by them to take charge of certain business in Matamoras, and' 1 fiat long afterward?, jie had removed to Guaj’imas and .the,nee. do Tuscon. The children had ob(^p. ; Educated at •Fan Francisco, and,' Sisters, now seventeen and fifteen,; years of age 2 especti vely,, were soon, to :go to Cubu to visit rplatiyep of their, mother, but •were detetofiined once more to see the quaint opl'h°me ,at Tuscon before so doing; hppep t^s,, journey under his charge. enough. .1 ,)?iuminer,, had, never. yet,

been id Tncsoh; bntf'alDrffitn and' Wilmington' he ’had 'often, ; heard of the i Harveys, 1 Goudvah swore he knew theiri all by sight; especially the old.man. The mafterwas-' settled before PI nmmer really knew whether to take' tlid responsibility 'or? not,- and thecavalry Corporal with', fivd nrfen rode back into the fidry heatAf the : Arizona day and 1 was'-tniles : away towards the Gila before Feeny awoke to a realising sense of what had happened'. Then he came out and hlasnhemed. There in that'Wretched little green safe were locked up- thousands enough of dollars to tempt all the outlawry of the Occident ■ to any deed of desperation that might lead to the capture of the booty, and with Donovan and his party away Feeny saw he had but half-a-dozen men for defence.

At his interposition the major had at least done one thing—warned Moreno not to sell a drop of his fiery mescal to any one of the men ; and, when the Mexican expressed entire wyillirigness to acquiesce, Feeny’s suspicions were redoubled, and he picked out Trooper Latham, a New Englander whom some strange arid untoward fate had led into the ranks, and stationed him in the bullet-scarred barroom of the ranch, with strict orders to allow not a drop to be drawn or served to any one without the sanction of Sergeant Feeny or his superior officer, the major. Even the humiliation of this proceeding bad in no wise disturbed Moreno’s suavity. ‘ All J possess is at your feet,’ he had said to the major, with Castilian grace and gravity; ‘ take or withhold it as you will.’

‘The old hypocrite!’ swore Feeny, between his strong, set teeth. ‘I believe he’d like nothing better than to get the escorts drunk and turn us over bag and baggage to the Morales gang.’ Thrice during the hot afternoon had Feeny scouted the premises and striven to find what number and manner of men Moreno might have in concealment there. Questioning was of little use. Moreno was ready to answer to anything, and was never known to halt at a lie. Old Miguel, the half-breed, who did odd jobs about the well and the corral, expressed profound ignorance both of the situation and Feeny’s English, The Mexican boy had but one answer to all queries : ‘ No sa-a-abe. ■ Other occupants there were, but these even Feeny’s sense of duty could not prompt him to disturb. Somewhere in the depths of the domestic portion of the ranch, where the brush on the flat roof was piled most heavily and the walls were jealously thick, all scouting parties or escorts well knew that Moreno’s wife and daughter were hidden from prying eyes, and rumour had ifc that often there were more than two feminine occupants ; that these were sometimes joined by three or four others —wives or sweetheaits of outlaw men who rode with Pasqual Morales, and all Arizona knew that Pasqual Morales had little more Mexican blood in his veins than had Feeny himself. He was an Americano, a cursed Gringo for whom long years ago the sheriffs of California and Nevada had chased in vain, who had sought refuge and a mate in Sonora, and whose swarthy features found no difficulty in masquerading under a Mexican name when the language of love had made him familiar with the Mexican tongue. Slow to action, slow of speech as was the paymaster, he was not slow to see that Sergeant Feeny was anxious and ill at ease, and if a veteran trooper whom his captain had pronounced the coolest, the pluckiest, and most reliable man in the regiment, could be so disturbed over the indications, it was high time to take precaution*. What was the' threatened danger ? Apaches ? They would never assault the ranch with; its guard of soldiers, whatsoever they imight, do in the canons in the range beyond. They had -'not' been heard‘of for mbuths:'' He had ' enquired into all this at 'Yrkma; 'at the ’ stage stations, by mail ; of the commanding officers at Lowell and Bowie

and (irraht!‘ had ta’htage 'been Held up ’or a /buck- 1 boaM; ‘damped/ 7 ; *sdhthh:P turbid •OilaT-’ : True,’ there yiyas 'rufnpur of riot' ‘ and :> 1 lawlessness ! : among the 'miners, at. Castle. Borne and the 'cttstoihary r £hsoting.'Scrape at Ehreri■'herg;'i:ind:, Lk'PacLbnt 'these were" river towns, ( far behind him .now as he looked back oyer the desert trail and-aloft into the.star-studded cloud-, less sky. ; Nothing ; ,could be * more placid; nothing less prophetic of peril or ambush than/this exquisite sum-' mer night. ' Sbrhewbere withih the forbidden region of Moreno’s harem a guitar was beginning to tinkle softly. That was all very well, but then a woman’s voice, anything butsoft, took up a strange, monotonous re-, f rain. Line after line, verse. after verse it ran, .harsh, changeless/ "TTe could not distinguish the wof-ds—he did not wish to ; the music was bad enough in all conscience, whatsoever it might become when sung by youth or beauty. As it fell from the lips of Sen ora Moreno the air was a sucees-. sion of vocal nasal disharmonies, highpitched, strident, nerve-racking.

Unable to listen after the third repetition, Plummer slowly retired from the corral and once more appeared at the front, just in time for a sensation. Two troopers, two of the men who had ridden back with Donovan, came lurching into the lighted space before the main entrance. At sight of the paymaster one of them stiffened up and with preternatural gravity of mien executed the salute. The other, with ah envelope in his hand, reeled out of saddle, failed to catch his balance, plunged heavily into the sand and lay there. Corporal Murphy sprang eagerly forward, the first man to reach him, and turned the prostrate trooper over on his back.

‘ What’s the matter ? ’ queried Plummer. ‘ls he ill ?’

‘ 111, is it ?’ was the quick retort, as the corporal sniffed at the tainted breath of the sufferer. ‘Be the powers, I only wish I had half hi 6 disayse.’ '• And then came Peeny, glaring, wrathful.

‘ Come down off the top of..,that horse, Malian,’ he ordered fiercely. ‘How —how’d ye get here ? Which way’d ye come p Where’s the rest ?’

With the ponderous dignity of inebriety, Mullan slowly pointed up the desert under the spot where the, pole star glowed in the northern skies. ‘ Sarsh’nt,’ he hiccoughed, ‘ we’re too late ; ’Paches got there—first.’ ‘ Hwat I hwat ! thundered Feeny. ‘ D’ye mean there ivere women —that it wasn’t a plant ? ’ ‘ Pack.’

‘ Hware’s your despatches, you drunken lout ? How dare you dhrink when there was fight ahead ? Hware’s your despatches P And may heaven curse the souls of you both !’ ‘ Here, sergeant,’ said Murphy, wrenching the solid envelope from the loose grasp of the prostrate trooper.

‘ It’s to you, sir,’ said Feeny with one glance at the sprawling superscription. Read and let us know what devil’s work’s abroad to-night.’ Even Plummer’s pudgy fingers trembled as he tore open the dingy packet. Old Moreno came forth with a light, his white teeth gleaming, his black eyes flashing from one to another of the group. Holding the pencilled page close to the lantern, the paymaster read aloud- ‘ Camp burned. One man killed ; others scattered, mules and buckboard gone. For God’s sake, help in the pursuit. Strike for Raton Pass, The Indians have run away with my poor sisters. ‘ Edward Harvey.’ The major • dropped the paper, fairly stunned with dismay. : Feeny sprang forward, picked up, and eagerly scrutinised the page. Mullan, standing unsteadily at the head of his wearied and dejfected horse, whs looking on with glassy, eyes, his lips vainly striving to frame further particulars. Leaving their supper unfinished, the other men ; of the

squad hpdQcp^e ; Humbling .aufcn into . the summer* Chigbt. t Nb biie-V' paid .other heed to the trooper sprawling in ; the sand. ; Already in / deep,?;, drunken slumber, he waa breathing stertorously. ’ Penny’s' eyes seemed 1 , fastened to the ‘letter.-" Line; by line, word by word, again and again he spelled it through. Suddenly he leaped forward . and clutched Mullan at the throat, shaking him violently;: • » •.■ - 1 w ‘ Answer now. Hwaro’d you get ; your liquor p. Didn’t this : fellow " give it to youiP’t V: ■ ~i; J; ;

‘On my honour —noysarsh’nt, ’pon my ’on——

: ‘ Oh, hang your honour, and yoh with it! Hware’d you get it if it wasn’t from him P Shure you’ve not been near Ceralvo’s P’ •-

‘ Nb; sarshn’t, no Cdralvo’s. We met couple gen’l’men—perfec’ geh’l’men, ranchers ; they were going after the Indians. ■ They gave us jus’ one drink —’piece. Jus’ five minutes—go.’ ‘ How far away was this ? Hware were they ? Answer, or I’ll shake the truth out of you!’ shouted Peeny, suiting action to word. ‘ Spake before you, too, are lying like that other hog'. Did you ever see the carhp P Did you ever get to the crossing at all? Douse a dipper of water” over him, you Latham, quick. Wake up, I say, Mullan. For the love of heaven major, I believe they’re both drugged. I believe it’s all a lie. I believe it’s only a skame to get you to send out the rest of your escort, so they can tackle you alone. Kick him, Murphy, kick him ; throt him round ; don’t let him go to sleep. Answer me, you scoundrel!’ he fairly yelled, for Mullan’s head was drooping on his breast, and every lurch promised to land him on his face. Twice his knees doubled up like a foot-rule, and the stout little sergeant had to jerk him to his feet. ? •

‘ Search ’em both. See if they’ve a flask between ’em, Latham. Answer me, Mullan, did you see the burned camp? Did you see the dead man P Did- Oh, murther, he’s gone 1 There’s never a word to be got out of aither of them this night. But don’t you belie re that letther, major. Don’t you trust a word of it ; it’s false. It’s only a plant to rob ye of your escort first and your life and money 7 later. That’s it, men, douse them,, kick them, murther them both if yOu like—the curs !—and they’d drink when they knowed every man was needed.’ And adding force to his words, Feeny drove a furious kick at the luckless Mullan.

‘Do you mean there is no truth in this ? Do 3'ou mean you think it all a fraud, a trick ?’ at last queried the major. ‘ Why, it seems incredible !’ ‘ I say just what 1 mean, major. It’ s a plot to ioh you. I mean the gang has gathered for that very purpose. I mean that every story told us about the Apaches west or south of here, or between us and the Gila, is a lie. The guard at the signal station hadn’t seen or heard of them. They laughed at me when I told them whet they tried to make us believe at Ceralvo’s. ’Twas there they wanted to have you stop, for there you’d have no chance at all. Shure, do you suppose if the Apaches were out —if this story was true—— they wouldn’t have heard it and investigated it by this time, and the beacon fire would have been blazing at the Picacho ?’

Then Murphy turned and ran around the corner of the corral to a point where he could see the dim outline of the range against the western sky. The next moment his voice rose upon the night air, vibrant, thril-

ling,— ‘Look ! Grod be good to us, major! It’s no lie. The signal-fire’s blazing at the peak.’ (To be continued.)