FOES IN AMBUSH.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 23, 1 September 1894, Page 13

FOES IN AMBUSH.

BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, Author of ‘ The Deserter ‘ The Colonel's Daughter ‘ A Soldier's Secretßfc.

[ALL BIGHTS BESEBVED.]

CHAPTER IV. And now with such confirmation of the truth of the story of the Apache raid, the paymaster thought it only right to release Moreno from the duress in which Sergeant Feeny had placed him. When so old an inhabitant of the Arizona as Mr Harvey gave entire credence to the report ; recognised the note as really his son s handiwork and hastened at all speed to overtake the pursuers, what room for doubt could be left in the mind of a new-comer on the soil? It was time, thought Plummer, to form an alliance, offensive and defensive, with the Mexican denizens of the ranch against the enemy common to both. But again Feeny shook his head in solemn protest. ‘ I may have been wrong as to the Apaches, sir, but I can’t be mistaken as to Moreno, He’s in the pay of the Morales brothers, even if not an active member of • the gang. He is lurking in there now, I’ll warrant you, with two or three of them in hiding, waiting for the coming of the main body. They’d ’a’ been here before this, perhaps, if it hadn’t been for the Apache story. They’re more afraid of one of Cochises’s band than of all the sheriffs from Tucson to Tacoma. I wish the rest of Harvey’s people would get here,’ he continued looking longingly out into the darkness. ‘ Unless they are of better stuff than most of these mule-whackers in the Territory, you won’t find them bustling out alone trying to find their master this night. And yet, what use would they be to us ?’

Plummer turned anxiously away and gave himself up to thought. Nothing but a faint glimmer now remained of the beacon light. All was still as the grave about the lonely ranche. Walking over to the eastward floor he entered the dark room, and was instantly hailed by the voice of his clerk.

£ You’re there, are you, Dawes ?’ he asked. ‘ Not getting sleepy, I hope.’ ‘ Not a whit, major ; I couldn’t even if I hadn’t slept most of the day. I’m sitting here on the safe with a Colt’s six-shooter in each hand. If old Moreno’s door cracks, by jove! I’ll let drive.’

‘ Well, that’s all right; but suppose they come around through the corral to this door ?’

‘ I’m ready. I came within an ace of blazing away at you, but I happened to recognise your figure and step just in the nick of time.’ A low whistle without broke upon the colloquy. Plummer waddled off in the direction of the sound. ‘ What is it, sergeant ?’

‘ They’re coming, sir. Harvey’s men, I mean. Will you deliver his message ?’ ‘ Just as you say. Why shouldn’t you ?’ ‘lt’ll have so much more effect from your lips, major. They may misdoubt me.’

Far out on the trail the quick-trip-ping hoofs of mules could now he heard. Presently a horseman shot out of the gloom. ‘ Halt there !’ sung out Feeny. ‘ Who’s this ?’ ‘ Harvey’s, Tucson. Looking for Moreno’s. Are we near ?’ ‘ You’re here, but you can’t stop. Mr Harvey wants you to come right along after him. He has taken the trail to the Christobal, where the Indians have carried off his daughters.’

£ The man fairly reeled in his saddle, shocked at the dreadful tidings. £ When ? how did it happen ? Who’s gone with him ?’ £ Some time this morning, from all we can learn. Two squads of cavalry are on the trail, one with Ned Harvey, the other just out from here at dark.

The old man and George followed them as Soon as they got in. Who’s with you ?’ ‘ Two Mexicans, that’s all; they’re no account. I’d best leave them here with the mules. They’re just behind and have been scared to death already.’ And so in ten minutes two more of the low caste half-breed Mexicans were added to the paymaster’s garrison, and Sergeant Feeny’s brief exposition of the situation at the ranch only delayed the incoming American long enough to water his horse and stow a little grain in a sack.

‘ I wouldn’t wonder if the Morales gang were around here,’ was his discomforting assurance. i None of ’em have been seen about Tuscon for about a week before we left. Wish I could stay and stand by you, but ray first duty is with Mr Harvey. I’ve been in his employ nigh on to eight years.’ ‘What sort of looking man is Ned Harvey?’ persisted the sergeant, still hopeful of some fraud, ‘Tall, dark, smooth face, looks like a Spaniard almost. I never saw anybody who less resembled him hereabouts.

I’m afraid it’s no plant. I don’t want to offend you, sergeant, but I wish it was all the Morales gang’s doings and that it was only your money they were after. If it’s Apaches and they have got the old man’s children, he’ll never get over it.’ ‘ By heavens !’ muttered Peeny to himself, as the loyal fellow put spurs to his horse and disappeared, —‘ by heavens ! I begin to believe it’s both.’ And now with gloomy face the sergeant returned to where he had left Major Plummer watching the westward trail. A brief word at the doorway assured him the clerk was still alert and ready. A pause under the open window , high above the ground, of the room where slept Moreno’s wife and daughter, if they slept at all, told him that* all was silent there if not slumber, and then he joined his superior. ‘ That fellow was of the right sort, sergeant,’ said Plummer. ‘I wish sergeant,’ said Plummer. ‘I wish we had one or two like him.’ ‘ I wish we had, sir; those Greasers are worse than no guards at all. They’ll sit there in the corral and smoke pajoellitoes by the hour, and brag about how they fought their way through the Apaches with Harvey’s mules; but for our purpose they’re worse than useless.

‘ At the first sign of an attack they’d be stampeding out into the daikness, and that’s' the last we’d see of them. Heard anything further cut this way, sir ?’

‘Why, confound it! yes. I try to convince myself it's only imagination ; but two or three times, far out there towards the Picacho, I’ve heard that whip cracking. I have felt sure there was a hammering sound, as though some one were bounding on a waggontire. Once I was sure I heard a horse snort. That I was in a measure expecting. If those fellow's mean to attack, they’ll come mounted, of course : but what waggon would they have ?’

‘ One of Ceralvo’s, perhaps, to cart off the safe in, if they could’nt bust into it here.’

£ There ! Hark now, sergeant; didn’t you hear ?’ suddenly spoke the major, throwing up a warning hand. Both men held their breath, listening intently. For a moment nothing but the beating of their own hearts served to give the faintest sound. Then, out to the west, under the starlit vault of the heavens, somewhere in that black expanse of desert, plainly and <: - distinctly, there arose the measured sound of iron or stone beating on iron. Whether it were tire or linchpin hame or break, something metallic about a waggon or buckboard was being pounded iuto place or shape. £ It’s them, sir,’ muttered the sergeant, £ it’s that thieving gang, for there is no stage due to-night, and if it was Harvey’s ambulance recaptured, it is from the north-east it would be coming.’

‘Mightn’t they have missed the trail in the darkness, and, haying no ranch lights to guide them, got lost somewhere out there ?’

‘ Not likely, sir ; sbure there’d be a squad of the troop and half-a-dozen old hands with them if it was Harvey’s. This has come from the Pass, and it won’t be long before they’ll be coming ahead. You’ll need your carbine then. Hang that man Mullan ! can’t I wake him yet ?’ Apparently not ; even the welldirected kick only evoked a groan. Taking a couple of carbines, Feeny returned to the major, silently handing him one of the. weapons, saying, ‘ It’s loaded sir, and here’s more cartridges.’ Then again both men listened intently. No sound now. The hammering had ceased. One—two minutes they waited, then nearer at hand than before, clesr, sharp, and distinct, out from the darkness came the unmistakeable crack of a whip. At the sound Feeny knelt. Click, click, went the hammer of his carbine to full cock. Another moment of breathless silence. Then the muffled sound of hoofs, the creak of waggon-springs, then a voice.

‘lt can’t be far away. Ride ahead and see if you can’t rout somebody out.’

And then Peeny’s challenge rang out again on the still night air, followed instantly by the muffled sound of stir and excitement in the ranch behind them. ‘ Who comes there ?’ ‘Hallo! What’s that? Who’s that ? Is that Moreno ?’

‘ Who comes there, I say P Halt ! or I’ll fire.’

‘ Por heaven’s sake, don’t fire, man; we’ve got ladies here.’ ‘ What ladies ? Who are you, anyhow ? Quick.’

‘ George Harvey’s daughters, of Tucson. I’m his son.’

‘ God be praised !’ shouted Peeny springing to his feet and rushing forward. ‘Are they all safe? —-unharmed ? Where did you overtake them P’ ‘Overtake who? What on earth are you talking about ?’ queried a tall, slender fellow, bending down from his saddle. ‘ Who are you P’ ‘ Sergeant Peeny, of the cavalry—and here’s the major just back of me.’ ‘ Major who ?’ ‘ Major Plummer; him you were talking with this morning when you came for help,’ answered Peeny, his voice tremulous with excitement. Already he was beginning to see light. ‘ Why, I’ve never seen Major Plummer or any other major to-day. The only troops I met were Sergeant Wing and his guard at the pass just after nightfall. Have you met the Apaches ? You saw the signal, of course.’ ‘ Signal, yes, but never an Apache. Tell me, now, wasn’t it you at Moreno’s this morning begging for troops to go and fetch your ladies down from the Gila ? Wasn’t it you sent the note saying they was run off with Indians P’ And, as was the case whenever excited, Peeny’s grammar ran to seed. ‘Not a bit of it. My sisters are here, safe and sound. We’d have been here an Hour ago but for slipping a tire. Is father here ?’ ‘ Talk to him, major ; I’m done up entirely,’ was all poor Peeny could say, as, between relief, rejoicing, and the inestimable comfort of finding he was right in his theories after all he dropped his carbine, threw himself upon the soft, sandy ground, and fairly rolled over and over in his excitement and emotion.

What wondering eyes —what startled ears were at the waggon doorway, as, in his ponderous manner, the major endeavoured to tell of the morning’s adventure and the counterfeit presentment of the Ned Harvey now before him! Long before he could finish, the thoughtful son begged an instant’s interruption. ‘ And father has gone on the trail to the Christobal ?’

£ Yes, an hour ago.’ 4 After him, Leon ! Ride like the wind, even if you have to ride all night. Fetch him back here as quick

as you can.. Tell him Fan and Ruth' are safe here at Moreno’s.’ In ten minutes the Concord waggon* with its fair freight, now trembling and excited, was standing side by.side with the paymaster’s ambulance. The weary mules were unhitched, and, with the saddle - horses, led in ' towater. The major and the sergeant,, prompting each other, went on with, their recital, Harvey listening with an, attentive ear.

‘ It is one of the most perfect plantsthey ever put up,’ he burst in, grinding his teeth in wrath. ‘Of coursethey knew of father’s movements, andof mine. They know everything.. They knew we were to meet here, probably. They felt assured you knew nothing of it at all. They have used, our supposed peril to draw away your guard. They have succeeded evenbetter than they planned, for they have father, too, and four of our best men into the bargain. But to think that this old scoundrel Moreno should be in it. We’ve always suspected the Ceralvo set; but father has done everything for Moreno—practically built this ranch for him, dug his well,, set him up in business, and now he makes this a rendezvous for thugs and. assassins. By heaven! I’m glad yon have him trapped. How many has he--with him, do you think ?’ ‘ I don’t know. I only feel sure he must have one or two, but it’s the main gang we have to watch,’ answered Feeny; ‘they may be along any minute, and I thought it was them when we heard you.’ ‘ And that’s what’s worrying me, Mr Harvey,’ said the major, as he drew the young man aside. ‘All they are after now, of course, is my safe full of money. It is my business to defend it to the last, and they can’t have it without a fight. You and your sisters, ordinarily, they would not molest, but by this time they know you are here. Very possibly they’ve followed closely on your trail and may be gathering all around us at this moment. Let me be brief. The sooner you can hitch in those mules again, or those relay mules rather,, and get out of here the better,’ ‘ Ah! but, major, how about the Apaches in the Santa Maria ? We would get there, you know, just about daybreak.’ ‘By Jupiter! I never thought of them. You wouldn’t have your guard now that your father’s gone p’ ‘ Ho. We’ve simply got to stay here, major. Personally, I’m only too glad to be here to help you out. It cannot be long before the troops come hurrying back when they find they’ve been tricked. Very probably they have found it out by this time.’’ Then with quick decision he stepped back to the door of the Concord. ‘ Girls ! Paquita ! Ruthie ! tumble out,, both of you; we’re to stay here at Moreno’s to night .J And, the paymaster aiding, the silent, tremblingsisters were lifted from the waggon and led away into the one guest-room,, the east room, where, pistol in hand, still sat Dawes on the safe. The wraps and pillows were quickly passed in. The little hurricane lamp was stood in one corner. A bundle of' cavalry blankets, left behind by the detatchment when it took the trail, was spread out upon the earthen floor.. The safe was hauled into the empty bar-room, and, bidding his sisters to lie down and fear nothing, assuring them of their perfect safety there and urging them to sleep all they could against their move at dawn, Edward Harvey, looking well to his arms and bidding his two men to do likewise, came forth and joined his soldier friends.

‘ There are five of us now against Morales and his outfit, and I’ll Just bet my horse we can thrash Jem.’ ‘ Only eleven o’clock,J muttered old Plummer, as he struck a match and consulted his watch. £ It’s been the longest evening I ever spent; but, thank heaven, our worst fears are at an end. I never doubted for a moment that your sisters were captives. Who could the man have been who personated you. B ‘ I don’t know. I’ve heard of him once before. He is about my height and build, but darker they say, and

-with more of Mexican in liis manner. He has been to Tucson, but I never heard of his masquerading over my name until now, though X have heard of the resemblance. He must have copied my writing, too, to so completely fool father. ‘ Oh, that was a mere scrawl on soft paper with abroad-pointedpencil. There was |no time to scrutinize it closely,s explained the major. ‘ Now, Feeny, you're officer of the guard. How do you want to post us ‘ It is what I’ve been thinking of, sir, ever since Mr Harvey got in, and we’ve no time to lose. We can’t loophole this adobe now, but we can barricade the door of these two rooms and stand off a good-sized gang. Mr Harvey will, of course, want to be where he can look after the ladies ; but if I can put one of his men in the coral, one who can be relied upon to shoot down any of Moreno’s people who should try to come out, I think we can ook out for the rest. Any minute now they may be coming. First thing run these two waggons around to the coral, so as to clear the approaches. There mustn’t be anything behind which they can hide or take shelter.’ And, laying hold of the polls while willing hands manned the spokes, Feeny soon had the Concord and the weather-beaten ambulance safely out of the way. Shen came a moment of consultation as to which of Harvey’s men would be best suited for the onerous post opposite the enemy’s door, and then a sudden and breathless silence.

4 Listen, whispered Feeny, That’s a signal. Hist ! You'll hear it again presently. Grasping their rifles with nervous hands, the five men stood huddling in a little group at the west end of the low, flat building. Somewhere out on the dark expanse towards the peak a long, low whistle ending in abrupt high note, had sounded. For a moment there was no repetition. The invisible foe was signalling for reply. From whom could answer be expected but Morene F ‘ Watch the old scoundrels window there and this shutter here, whispered the sergeant, indicating a broad covered port in the westward hall. ‘ They’ll try to show a light, perhaps. Run round into the corral and smash the first man that tries to come out. I‘ll attend to any fellow that shows a head hereabouts.

Harvey turned with his employe and ran with him as far as the other end of the ranch. Here he entered the low doorwry. The little lamp burned dimly, but two pairs of dark, dilated eyes gleamed eagerly upon him.

‘ I’m going to close this door now, girlies, 1 he whispered, ‘ Lie still, do not venture near it, or the window, and don’t be frightened. It looks as though some of the Morales gang were around here, hoping to find the paymaster unguarded. We’ll give them a lesson they’ll never forget if they venture to attack him. For all answer Ruth Harvey only nestled closer to her sister and clung to her for courage and support. Paquita, however, became Amazonian at ance.

‘ Is there nothing I can do, Ned P I cannot bear to lie here listening and taking no part. Surely I could shoot a pistol well enough. ‘ You can help us best and most by lying flat and showing not so much as r finger at the door. We can tend to them, Fan. It won’t be long before father and the troop come galloping back. Do not show a light now unless we call. Then he darted to the bar-room.

‘ Are they coming P hailed the clerk, in a hoarse whisper. ‘ Somebody signalled out on the plain. It is probably they. Look out for Moreno now ; don’t Jet him or anybody through that door.’

Far out on the desert again, louder, shriller, clearer, the whistle was repeated. ‘ Ah, blow and be hanged to ye ! ’ muttered Feeny. ‘ There’s no answer from here ye’ll get this night. Watch out now. Some of ’em will try to

crawl up after a little.’ But nearly five minutes passed without other sign or sound. Then, closer in, a horse stamped and snorted, a coarse Mexican voice muttered a savage oath. Feeny, crouching low, darted into the darkness in the direction of the sound. Plummer and Harvey would have restrained, but it was too late; he was gone before either could speak. Then a latch creaked and snapped behind them, and slowly and cautiously the wooden shutter began to open outward. In an instant Harvey had raised his rifle and struck the resounding board a fierce blow with the butt. The door flew back, crashing in violent contact against the grizzled pate of Moreno himself, who, with a howl of mingled rage and anguish, fell back from the aperture. ‘ Open that again, and I’ll blow your head off, you scoundrel! ’ growled Harvey. Don’t you dare show hair nor hide outside your room. Every man has orders to shoot you on sight, if that’s any comfort to you.’ Only for a second had the old Mexican’s head appeared ; only an instant had he for plea or protestation, but that instant had served to show a narrow streak of light from the room within, and this mere crack revealed to the watchful eyes out upon the plain the position of the ranch ; possibly told them something more, for in less than half a minute two horsemen came looming up out of the darkness and cantering fearlessly towards them. Phlegmatic as he was, old Plummer’s nerves gave a twitch, as sharp and stern young Harvey challenged. ‘ Halt there ! Who are you ? Halt, or we fire.’ ‘ Friends,’ shouted one voice; £ Americans,’ the other, as promptly the order to halt was obeyed, the trained horses going almost on their haunches under the cruel force of the huge Mexican bit. ‘We are seeking Moreno’s,’ continued the first voice. ‘ The Apaches jumped our outfit just after sunset, and we had to run for it.’

‘ How many of you are there of you all told ? ’ demanded Harvey. ‘ Only us two. We’re partners; prospecting. Been down towards the Sonora line. For the Lord’s sake, gentlemen, don’t keep us out here. We’ve lost everything we had —packs, packers, and grub. We’re about dead beat for a drink and something to eat.

‘ What do you think of this, major,’ whispered Harvey. Those are American’s sure.’

‘ Well, I’d let* ’em in,’ said the major ; ‘ but where is Feeny ? He’s the best judge, really. Their story may be all true. They maybe alone.’ ‘ I don’t know ;it isn’t likely. You heard that voice out there a moment ago; that was Mexican beyond any doubt. We’ve got 'to stand those fellows off till we hear from Feeny. Then, raising his voice, Harvey called —

‘ Just stay where you are a moment. You’re all right, perhaps, but our guards have orders to be on lookout for Morales and his gang, and you might get shot by mistake.’ ‘ Well, turn out your men if you’ve got any, and help us catch these murdering thieves,’ was the impatient reply. How many are you P ’ ‘ Oh, there’s plenty of us here,’ was Harvey’s cheery answer. Most of ‘ C ’ troop, but we’ve other business on hand just now. You wait there quietly for a minute or two until the sergeant comes round with patrol; he’ll see to you.’ And then, as though the whole thing had been planned beforehand out in the darkness to the north, Feeny’s voice was heard in low-toned but sharp command, — ‘ Patrol halt! Close up there, Kennedy- Where are you, Number Five ? ’ And so, cool and confident as though he had a dozen troopers at his back, Feeny came striding up to the spot. ‘ What’s the matter, sentry ? Didn’t I hear you parleying here with somebody ? ’

‘ Two strangers out there, sergeant; —say the’re prospectors and been jumped by Apaches.’ ‘ Where away are they ?’ Then in low tone, ‘ Go you out beyond the corral,’ he whispered to old Plummer.

' There’s fonr of them out there. Challenge if they try to come in.’ Then aloud again, ‘ Shure, I don’t see anything, sentry.’ ‘ Right out ahead there, sergeant. Two men, mounted.’ ‘ Come down, one of ye. Dismount and come in here. Lave your gun behind. Give your reins to your pal there,’ was Peeny’s next mandate.

There was a moment of hesitation, a faint sound of whispering as though the self-styled prospectors were in consultation, and again Feeny spoke in a tone more sharp and imperative—- ‘ Dismount one, I say. Come in here, or I’ll send a bullet for your cards. Quick now.’ Still another delay. The ‘ prospectors ’ seemed anxious to edge ofE into deeper darkness. ‘lf ye’re not off that horse’s back in ten seconds be jabers I’ll fire, so be lively.’ And as his excitement rose so did Feeny’s Irish. Four—five seconds ticked by and still there was no approach. Fiercely, with sharp emphasis,' the sergeant brought his carbine to full cock. ‘lt’s aiming I am,’ said he, as he quickly raised the butt to his shoulder. There was a sudden scurry and scramble of horse’s hoofs, low-voiced words of warning and a muttered curse or two. Then leaped a tongue of fire into the night, and from the corral corner came a sharp report, followed by a cry, a gurgle, •- a groan, then silence.

‘ By George ! they’ve shot the major,’ exclaimed Harvey, as he leaped away in the direction of the shot. At the same moment away sped the two horsemen in front of the post. Ho use to fire. They were shrouded in thick darkness and out of harm’s way before one could pull trigger. Then came two flashes, two quick reports, then half a dozen rapid sputtering* revolver shots, then a vengeful howl and a rush out on the plain. Feeny ran like a deer on the trail of Mr Harvey, and in less time than it takes to tell it they came upon the paymaster, sinking shocked and nerveless in the sandy soil, his hands claspifag on his side ‘ Pick him up you and your man there ; carry him into the ranch. I’ll bate back these blackguards yet,’ muttered Feeny, as he took a quick snap shot at some dim object flitting across the plain and sent another into the darkness, aiming vaguely where he could hear the thud of horse’s hoofs. For a moment, running from point to point after each discharge,he kept up a rapid fusillade, under cover of which the hapless paymaster was borne swiftly away around the corner of the ranch, carried into the bar, where, wild with anxiety, but faithful to his trust, Mr Dawes still guarded the safe. Then Harvey stepped through the narrow doorway to the eastern room.

‘ I have to borrow the lamp a moment, Fan,’ he whispered. * Now lie still. We may have to stand a siege awhile until father can reach us.’ Two minutes more, bending low, and with his last cartridge crammed into the chamber of his carbine, Feeny turned to make a run for the ranch. Just as he came speeding in past the westward wall the wooden shutter was hurled open and a strange voice, loud, exultant, strident, burst upon his ear.

‘ Come on, Pasqual! Come ’ But the rest was lost in the roar of Feeny’s ready weapon. The rude fagade of adobe blazed red one instant in the flash of the carbine and the loud report went bellowing out across the plain. But within the ranch there went up a wail of terror and dismay, for Ramon Morales, shot through the brain, was stretched lifeless at the feet of Moreno and his shuddering wife. And then Feeny, unscathed, leaped inside the baroona. ‘Now for it, men! Drag in those

two drunked brute bastes,’ he cried,laying hold of Mnllan’s limp carcase. ‘ Lug in wan of them water-jars. Stick their heads into that trough beyant. Now be lively. The whole gang’ll be on us in less than a minute.’ (To be continued.)