FOES IN AMBUSH.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 24, 8 September 1894, Page 13

FOES IN AMBUSH.

BT CAPTAIN CHARLES KING Author of * The Deserter ‘ The Colonel's Daughter ' ‘ A Soldier's Secretfyc.

[ALL EIGHTS EBSEEYED.]

CHAPTER V.

At midnight the situation at Moreno’s ranch was a strange one.

The occupants of the two rooms farthest to the east were besieged by ten or fifteen outlawed men, some Mexican, some ‘ Gringo,’ but all cutthroats, and up to this moment the besieged had had the best of it. And yet their plight was desperate. In the easternmost room, secure from bullet or missile of any kind so long as they crouched close to the ground and back from the door-way, lay trembling in silence old Harvey’s daughters. At the door, only the barrel of his riffl protruding, keeping under cover all he possibly could behind an improvised parapet of barleybags, knelt their devoted brother, cool and determined, every now and then whispering words of hope and encouragement. In the adjoining room, connected with the eastern chamber *>y a doorless aperture through the adobe wall, lay the paymaster, sorely wounded, but still conscious and plucky, his faithful clerk ministering to him as best he could, stanching the flow of blood and comforting him with cool water. At the door-way opening on the hard-trampled space at the south ern front of the ranch, sheltering himself from behind his -breastwork of barley, but never relaxing vigilant watch, knelt Sergeant Peeny, a bandana bound about his forehead, the blood trickling down his right cheek, the sleeve of his flannel shirt rent by a bullet that just grazed the upper arm. Kneeling on the counter and peeping through a hole in the bottom of the woooden window shutter, one of Harvey’s men kept guard, the other faced the door-way into Moreno’s domestic apartments, every now and then letting drive a shot through the wood-work to keep them, as he said, * from monkeying with the bolt on the other side,’ In planning his roadside ranch Moreno had allowed outer doors only to those rooms which were for public use; the three which lay to the -west of the bar could not be entered except through that resort or by a door giving on the corral, both of these doors being supplied with rqassive bolts as security against intruders, and all three windows being furnished with air-ports rather than windows, pierced at such a height through the adobe that no one from without, except in the saddle, could peer through the aperture and see what was going on within. The travellers’ room and the bar - room ports, however, were low and large, and all the rooms were spacious, the bar, of course, being the dining as well as the drinking-room, carried off the honours in point of size. This, too, was furnished -with an opening into the corral, but Peeny’s first thought on reaching his comrades was to barricade. Springing into the walled enclosure and bidding Harvey watch while the others worked, he had soon sucoeeded in lugging a score of big barley-sacks into the interior and piling them into breastworks at the three doors, the one opening into the corral being provided in addition with a high “ traverse ” to protect its guard against shots that might come through from Moreno’s room. All this was accomplished amidst the wailing of the Mexican women, and the fusillade begun by the assailants in the hopes of terrorizing the defence before venturing to closer quarters. Like famous Oroghan, of Port Stephenson, Peeny had kept up a fire from so many points as to impress the enemy with the idea there was a dozen men and a dozen guns where there was in reality only one‘ and even the temptation of that vast sum in the paymaster’s safe was not sufficient to nerve the followers of Morales to instant attack. The valor

and vigor of; the.defence. and the appalling.death of one of their leaders had so unnerved them that PasquaL himself raging, imploring, threatening by turns, was unable to urge them to close quarters. ‘ Most men are cowards in the. dark ’ is a theory widely believed in. Indians certainly are only brave against defencless women and children at such times. Not until the firing had ceased, and it was evident that the defenders had retired to the shelter of the ranch, and then only very slowly and cautiously would these brigands of the desert be induced -to resume their stealthy approach Porfull half an hourjthere was a lull in the fight, and then, guided by the light which Moreno was now able to show, Pasqual and two of the stouter-hearted knaves approached the western wall and held brief consultation with the rascally owner. Rage at the death of their leader’s brother and ally, the thirst for vengeance, and the hope of securing such rich booty, all were augmented by Moreno’s fiery assurances and encouragement. All the soldiers were gone, he said, except the ‘ pig of a sergeant ’ and two drugged and senseless swine. Somebody among them was wounded. There was only three, possibly four, left.

Let his companeros make a combined attack, two or three through his, Moreno’s, room, two or three rush in from the corral, and the seme number from the south front at once, and beyond doubt the cursed Yankees would succumb. Then, no quarter, no quarter for the men. His connection with the outlaw band was now known, and these witnesses must be put to death. Then —then the paymaster’s safe could readily be battered open, then there was the mint of money to be divided among the victors, then away to Sonora with their spoil and with old Harvey’s beautiful daughters. What ransom would he not be willing to pay —that proud, disdainful father! Was ever luck so great F But haste ! haste ! not a moment could be lost; they must act at once. And so Morales hastened to station and instruct his men. Prowling like coyotes through the darkness and at respectable distance from the guarded end of the ranch, half a dozen of the number crept into the corral. Others were distributed over the southern front. Three of the lighter and more slender of the band were boosted through the high west window into Moreno’s domain. Then through the middle room they made their way, where sat the Sonora, rocking, weeping, and moaning over the body of the outlaw leader, where, hiding under the bed, shivering and praying crouched the senorita, her daughter, and then, bare footed,: th ey crept into the room adjoining the bar and listened, breathless to the low-to ned instructions to the veteran sergeant. Prom without no glimmer oflight could guide the assailants or help them in their aim. The black apertures of the doorways were poor marks for night-shooting, and the more enterprising and adventurous, crawling like snakes to reconnoitre, were soon able torepoi’t that most scientifically had the defence thrown up their breastworks. From group to group flitted Pasqual. At his shrill battle-cry all hands were to rush simultaneously to the attack, firing no shot for fear of hitting one another ; but with pistol in one hand, and the long, deadly knife in the other, close at once upon the defenders, leap over their barriers and overwhelm in the dark interior' In three minutes the signal would be given. He himself would lead the dash of the party within the corral. Pasqual was" shrewd enough to know that where there was only one doorway instead of two there would be better chance of dodging the bullets. But keen eyes and ears and wits were there alert. Peeny and Harvey well knew that this was but the lull before the’storm. ‘ Lay low, boys, and be ready. Shoot the first man that shows,’ was the last caution old Plummer heard before the bursting of the tempest. All on a sudden a wild cry went up in the corral. All on a sudden from

north and south: the assailants dashed forward with answering yell. Jn an instant the dark apertures their lightning, and rifle-and-revolver shots rang, on the still night air. Harvey’s Henry barked like a Gatling; Feeny’s old Springfield barked like a six-pounder. Two of the assailants on the south side went down in the dust, face foremost, the others swerved, broke, and scurried for shelter. Pasqual Morales, leading his men close under the north wall, made a panther-like spring for the crest of the barley parapet, and was saved from instant death when he fell by being dragged feet foremost, with a Colt’s forty-four tearing through his thigh. In vain Moreno’s squad fired shot after shot through the wooden door. Their bullets buried themselves deep in the improvised traverse, but let no drop of blood, while two. return shot* scattered the attack with the splinters from the heavy panels. Bleeding, raging, maddened, Morales learned that the dash had failed, and that two of his most daring men, the two Americanos who had ridden forward to personate prospectors who had led the rush in the southern front, were knocked out of the fight.

And then it was that the inhuman brute gave the order to resort to Indian methods, and even old Moreno begged and prayed and blasphemed all to no purpose. Furious at their repulse, the band were ready to obey their leader’s maddest wish. The word was ‘ Burn them out.’ Hed Harvey, crouching behind his barleybags, felt his blood turn to ice water in his veins, when, with exultant yells and taunts the coral suddenly lighted up with a broad red glare. The match had been applied to the big hay-stack close To the brush-covered shed, close to the ‘ leanto ’ under' which so much imflammable rubbish was stored. It could be a question of only a few moments, then they, too, would be a mass of flames spreading rapidly westward. The stout adobe wall separating the lunch pi'operfrom the sheds would protect the occupants from the direct contact with the flame, but what could save the roof P Stretching from wall to wall were the dry, resinous pine Jogs that formed the basis of the bulky structure ; over these the lighter boards of pine, and over all, thickly plied, dry as bone and inflammable as tinder, heap on heap of brush. Once this was fairly ablaze the hapless occupants of the rooms beneath might as well be under the grating of some hugh furnace. High in the air shot the leaping flames. Far and wide over the desert spread, the lurid glare. Screaming with terror, the women of Moreno’s household were already dragging into their corral their few treasures and rushing back for some raiment. Far over at the corral gate, where the bullets of the besieged could not find them, Pasqi Morales and his exulting band were gathered, the chief lying on his serape with bloody bandages about his leg, his followers dancing about him in frantic glee, all keeping carefully out of range of the black door-ways, yet three or four crack shots lay flat in the sands, their rifles covering the now glaring fronts of the threatened ranch, ready to shoot down, Indian-like, the wretched garrison when driven out.

It was at this juncture that from somewhere in the middle room behind Moreno’s heavy door a voice was heard. £ Hand out the safe. Hand out your money now and we’ll leave you in peace. man of us will ride away, and you can come out as soon aa we are gone. Answer, for you have no time to lose.’

‘ Answer him, you !’ shouted Eeeny to Mr Dawes. ‘ Send a shot through and hit him if you can.’ But before the clerk could drop the fan with which he was striving to revive his fainting chief, the young fellow from Harvey’s party, he who was stationed at the north door and had been so fortunate as to shoot Morales himself, now suddenly sprang from his covert, and, placing the muzzle of his Henry rifle close to the

door; deliberately -popped three shot* in quick succession through the splijqtering; woodwork, and, in the eonfusion and dismay which resulted, was able to leap nimbly into his corner again before the answering shots could come. ‘ Take that for your answer,’ shouted Feeny again, ‘you black-hearted, black-souled thafe, and take this too, bad scran to ye ! Every dollar of that money’s in greenbacks that’ll burn a» aisy as tissue, and if you want it, come and get it now. »Tis you that’s got no time to lose. Come and get it, I say, for be the soul of St. Patrick you’ll never have another chanceJust as sure as you let that fire reach this ranch and harm those young leddies —old Harvey’s daughters that dollar in the safe goes whack into the never did ye a harm in the world, every fire, and sorra a shinplaster will ye have for all your pains. Ain’t that so, paymasther? Shure the Government ought to be moighty glad of the chance of saving all those promises to pay.’

‘Bravo, Feeny !’ shouted young Harvey from the adjoining room. ‘ We’re not smoked out yet by a good deal,’ he added in a lower tone. ‘ But if the worst comes to the worst we can make a rush for the barley-stack in the corral. Lie still, Ruth, little sister; it won’t be any time now before the soldiers come galloping to> us.’ And, hiding her terror-stricken face in her sister’s breast, the girl obeyed. Out at the corral gate meantime a vehement council was being held. Feeny’s bold defiance and threat had produced their effect. His voice had rung out above the roar of the flames, and what Morales could not hear was promptly reported by those who had crawled up nearer to the bar and could understand every word. Even hampered by the care of their helpless women, the defence was undismayed ; the little garrison was fighting with magnificent hope and courage. Beyond the wounding of one of their number, no impression apparently had been made, whereas the bandits had a sorry loss to contemplate. Ramon shot dead, Pasqual crippled, and the two ‘ Gringos,’ the doring and enterprising leaders of the attack, painfully wounded, one probably mortally so. And now with the flames lighting up the whole valley between the Picacho and the Ohristobal, with cavalry known to be out :in several squads within easy march, some of the men were already weakening. They had had enough of it and were quite ready to slink away; but Pasqual was a raging lion. Revenge for the death of his brother, wrath over his own crippled condition, fury at the failure of the assault, and hatred on general principles of all honest means and honest men, all prompted him to order and enforce a renewal of the attack, all served to madden him to such a degree that even burning his adversaries to death seemed simply a case of serving them right. What cared he that two of the besieged were fair young girls, non-combatants ? They were George Harvey’s daughters, and that in itself was enough to bring balm to his soul and well nigh cause him to forget his physical ills. One or two of the band strove to point out that the faintest indignity offered to the sisters would array not only all Arizona, but all Mexico against them. Like dogs they would be hunted to their holes and no quarter be given. Returning hitherto with their spoils, Chihuahua or Sonora would welcome them with open arms; but what outlaw could find refuge in Mexican soil who had dared to wrong the children of George Harvey and Inez Romero. It was even as they were pointing this out to Pasqual and urging that he consent to be lifted into the ambulance and driven away southward before the return of the cavalry, that Moreno himself appeared. Slipping out of his western window, dropping to the ground and making a complete circuit of the corral, he suddenly joined in the excited conference. What he said was in Spanish or that pan-Arizona patois that there passes current for the Lengua Castillana,

and was a wild, fervid appeal. They had ruined him, him and his; he was unmasked, betrayed, for now his connection with the band was established beyond all question ; now he was known and would soon be branded as an outlaw. His home was being destroyed before his eyes —not that that amounted to much now as he could no longer occupy it his wife and child must flee at once for Sonora, and he go with them, but recompense for his loss he must have; never again could he venture into Arizona; he would be known far and wide as the betrayer of his benefactor’s children, though he called God and all the saints in the Spanish calendar to witness he never dreamed of their being involved in his plot. The paymaster’s funds, not the lives of any of the paymaster s men, were what he had sought to take, and now there lay the dollars almost within their grasp, but unless captured at once would be gone for ever.

i j know that pig of a sergeant, he cried. ‘He will notfscruple to do as he says. He will cast every package into the seething furnace. Mira I Look ; the shed is norv all ablaze. In one minute] the roof of the ranch will burst into flame. There is not an instant to lose. I adjure you let the daughters of Harvey, the son, the men come out at once ; swear to them safety, honour, protection. Let them go their w r ay now. Then you will have to deal with only two or three, and the treasure is ours. Look you, Sanchez, Pedro, Jose, down with that shed next the ranch ! hurl it, drag it down so that its fire cannot reach the hush beyond, then ive can parley, we can win their ear. They will be but too glad to be spared to go on their way unharmed. Yonder are their mules across the corral. Hitch them in at once. Save the others for the ambulance and the buckbcard here, and for our noble chief. Is it not so, captain. Am I not right P

Approving murmurs followed his fiery words. So long as the Yankees held together there was little likelihood of their gaining the ground except hy burning out, and that now meant the destruction of the very money they were after, the utter loss of the fortune that, divided even among so many, would enable them to live like princes in Herraosillo or heyond. They would be heroes, conquerors. i3ut if that were lost after all their plotting, planning, labor, and crime, there was absolutely no recompense. Even through the brain-clouding’ fur} r of his revenge Pasqual Morales saw the sound sense of Moreno’s plea. He made no effort to check the men who ran to do his bidding and were already with lariats and stalwart arms dragging the props from under the shed and letting its western end come pattering down. Within the western room the dense smoke was already finding its way, The sound of falling beams and timber only conveyed to the occupants the idea that already the shed was in embers, and that any instant the roof over their heads would burst into a torrent of fire. Ned Harvey’s brave spirit was taxed to the uttermost. Unless relief could come, and come at once, nothing remained for him but death —nothing for those fair sisters but a fate far worse.

At one instant he was on the point of urging- the paymaster to comply -with the outlaws’ demand, pledging himself and his father’s fortune to make good to the Government every cent so sacrificed. His father could pay it four times over, and would rather sink his last cent than that the faintest harm should come to those beloved children ; hut the next moment Feeny’s splendid defiance had so thrilled him that he could not frame the words he thought to speak, and yet, here was awful peril close at hand. What right had he to further jeopardise the life, the honor of these, his father’s fondest treasures V If it were only himself it would be stay and fight it out to the bitter end. But if the robbers could now be content with the money alone and pledge safeguard for his party, was it not he his father’s mandate were he there,

to buy the safe and contents from the agents of the general Government and pay the ransom levied ? But he little dreamed of the fury of revenge and hatred burning soul of Pasqual Morales. He little fathomed the treachery and cunning of the outlawed scoundrel. Even as he was revolving these thoughts in mind, ever and again listening with new hope for the sound of rallying trumpet, the beat of rescuing hoofs, there resounded through the night the sonorous and ringing voice that so short a time before had called for the surrender of the safe.

‘ Edward Harvey, we pledge safeconduct for you, your sisters, and your party. Here is your waggon ready, your team hitched in. Throw your arms out of the door. Come forth as you please. Put inthe senoritas Look neither to the right nor left, but drive away, and God be with you. We have no quarrel with you and yours. We war only with these soldiers who have killed our chief.’

Put yourself in his place. Death for him, perhaps for them ; dishonour anyway, was all they could look for if no rescue came. Was it not his duty to his parents, to his sisters, to accept these terms —to withdraw his little force. Why should he be perilling such precious lives and names in the defence of a Government official who had been so reckless as to part with his guard and put himself and his funds in such a predicament ? From the other room in which the major now lay, feebly moaning, no word of remonstrance came. Even in their extremity, then, the soldiers of the Government would not urge that he stay and encounter further peril in their defence. One of the drugged troopers was beginning to regain some atom of sense, and, sitting up, was miserably asking what had happened, what was the matter now.

‘Go and douse water over your worthless head, Mullan,’ he heard the sergeant say, so Feeny was evidently alert as ever, and must have heard the proposition from wdthout. At his feet, huddled close to the floor where the thick smoke was least distressing, Fanny and Ruth still clung to ore another, the latter trembling at the sound of the voice without. But Fanny had quickly, eagerly raised her head to listen. For a moment no reply was made. Then came the impatient query — ‘ Harvey, do you hear ? You have no time to lose. You have but a minute in which to answer.’

‘ Major,’ he burst forth at last, in an agony of doubt, ‘you hear what they say, you see how lam fixed. If I were here alone you would never never need to ask my services, I’d fight to the bitter end; but think of my father —my mother, if anything befall my sisters. Can nothing be done ?’

From the lips of the stricken paymaster there came only a groan in reply. ‘ I fear he cannot hold out long, Mr Harvey,’ muttered the clerk. ‘ I doubt if he heard or understood you.’ ‘ Well, why not let them have the safe if they’ll guarantee that this is all they want ? How much have you got ? I feel sure my father would make it good.’ ‘ There’s over over 25,000 dollars, Mr Harvey.’ ‘Well, if it was only twenty-five cents, Mr Ned Harvey, all I’ve got to say is, devil a wan of them would they get so long as I could load a shot or pull a trigger. Go you if you will; take the led dies by all means if you think it safer; but before I’d trust the wan sister I ever had—God rest her soul —to the promise of any such blackguard party as this, I’d bury my knife in her throat.’

An awful silence followed Feeny’s words. For an instant there was no sound but quick-beating hearts, the mutterings and complainings of poor Mullan, staggering about in search of his carbine, the quickened breath and low moaning of poor old Plummer. Then again came a loud hail from without.

‘ Once more, ISTecl Harvey, will you come out and be saved, or stay there and roast ? Surrender now and

you’re all right; but, if you refuse, it’s the last chance for you or those you were fool enough to bring here. Think for your sisters, man. There’s no hope for one of you if you delay another minute.’

And then it was a woman’s voice, tremulous but clear. ‘ Ned, wasn’t it to save us that Major Plummer sent his men ? Wasn’t it for our sake he gave up all his escort ?’

£ lt was, Fan, yes; at least he thought so.’ £ And now you would desert him, would you F —leave him to be murdered by these robbers, the worst gang we ever had or heard of. I say you shall not. I for one will not go into their hands. Kuth cannot go without me. ' Stay and fight it out, Ned, or you’re not your father’s son.’ £ Fan ! Fan ! you’re a trump ! God bless your brave heart 1’ cried Harvey. £ lt seemed cowardly to go, yet the responsibility was more than I could bear.’

£ May the saints in heaven smile on your purty face for all eternity !’ muttered Feeny in a rapture of delight. £ The young lady is right, Mr Harvey ; though it wasn’t for me to say it. Sure you can t trust those scoundrels; they’d stab ye in the back, sir, and rob you of your pretty sisters and drag them away before your dying eyes. That man Pasqual is a devil, sir, nothing less. Shure we’ll fight till rescue comes, for come it will, I tell you the boys are spurring’ towards us, from every side now, and we’ll whale these scoundrels 3 r et.’ Then from without came the final hail — £ What answer, Harvey P Now or never.’ £ Never!’ yelled Feeny. £ lf ye’d a dhrop of Irish blood in your veins ye’d never ask the question. Now, if you think you can take this money, here’s your chance. No Harvey ever w’ent back on his friends.’ Even brain-muddled Mullan felt a maudlin impulse to cheer at Feeny’s enthusiastic answer. Even poor old Plummer gave a half stifled cry. Possibly he dreamed that rescue was at hand ; but there was little time for rejoicing. Springing back whence he came, the unseen emissary was heard shouting some order to his fellow’s. The next instant the rifles began their cracking on both sides, and the bullets with furious spat drove deep into the adobe or whizzed through the gunny sacks into the barley. The unseen foe was once more investing them on every side and not a shot could be wasted in return. Once more the furious crackle and roar of flames was heard close at hand, and then the smoke grew thicker, the heat increased, and poor Ned Harvey, his eyes smarting, knelt steadfast at his post and prayed —prayed for the coming of rescue, for the return of the loved father, ail the gallant troop at his back, and then—even as though in answer to his prayer there came a sudden lull in the fight.

‘ Something’s coming !’ shouted Feeny, excitedly. ‘ They see or hear somebody, sure. Look, Mr Harvey, ain’t that two of their fellows scudding away westward ont there ?’ Surely enough. In the glare of the burning sheds the besieged caught a glimpse of two of the gang bending low in their saddles a hundred yards away, and scudding like hounds over towards the open plain. ‘ls it rescue P Are our people coming P’ was the query that rose to every lip. Heavens, how hearts were beating ! How ears were straining underneath that now blazing roof ! Louder, fiercer soared the flames ; furious became the snapping of sun-baked branch and twig ; stifling and thick the smoke.

‘ Quick ! Come here for a breath of air,’ called Harvey to his sisters. ‘ It’s safe for a moment at least.’ And instantly they joined him at the doorway, still clinging close to the floor.

Listen ! Hoofs ! The thunder of galloping steeds. A distant cheer ! A soldierly voice in hoarse command—

‘ Steady, steady there ! Keep together, men !’ ‘ The saints be praised,’ screamed Feeny, in ecstacy. ‘ Look up, Major ; look up, sir. We’re all safe now. Here comes the boys. Hurroo !’ And mad with relief and delight, the sergeant sprung from his lair just as a tall trooper in the Union blue shot into sight in the full glare of the flames, sprang from his foaming steed waving his hat, and yelling — ‘ All right! All safe, lads ! Here they are!’ Down went rifle as he leaped out into the blessed air to greet the coming host. Down went Feeny’s carbine as, with outstretched hand, he sprang to grasp his comrade trooper’s. With rush and thunder of hoofs a band of horsemen came tearing up to the spot just as Feeny reached their leader—reached him and went down to earth, stunned, senseless from a crashing blow, even as Ned Harvey, his legs jerked from under him by the sudden clip of rawhide lariat, was dragged at racing speed out over the plain, bumping over stick and stone, tearing through cactus, screaming with rage and pain, until finally battered into oblivion, the last sound that fell upon his ear was the shriek of agony from his sisters’ lips, telling him they were struggling in the rude grasp of reckless and infuriated men. (To be Continued.)