In Barracks and Wigwam — page 144: what you’re looking at

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. ~ at ¥ ber , x . yy one. a gy ofa mile away, a Waren of seas flick ered in the blackness of the night. A strange medley. of — sounds echoed far and near—the screech and whoop of — savage voices, the bang of carbines and pistols, and the © restless patter of ponies’ hoofs. : “What next, sir?” inquired Akers. . “A charge, I fancy, replied the major. “I hoped there ~ would be some fires blazing to show me the strength of the — ‘enemy. They may have been reinforced since Cal- © PrLsIZ der As he spoke the yelling rose toa higher pitch, and sud- -denly a little tongue of deus leaped into view. It soared § out: buildings was on fire. The red glare ns pe. the ; cluster of houses and sheds nestled in the corral, the main © -- . can scatter them like prairie chickens.- In the darkness _ they Il be sure to over-estimate our force.” lot of yelling, and keep the bugles sounding at a lives y - rate. Unless I am greatly mistaken, Gray Fow-and§ h braves will take to the plain before we are half way | own eet Re eg St eee ak ot: satire apa eae case eA at sate standing wide open, and hundreds of dusky, mounted — figures gliding to and fro within and without the stock-— ade. a Not a sound escaped the well-trained troopers as they ‘ looked and listened, waiting impatiently for the word to © advance. Ljinn’s heart leaped into his throat, and with | tingling hands he half drew his carbine out of its holster. © “There are more than three hundred Indians,” said the — “major, in a low tone. . “What do you think, Lowther?” -“T should say double that ROME, sir,’ replied the scout. “My opinion,’ assented the major. “Well, I think wal “Norman,” he added, calling that officer to his side, “Dn a going to advance on a gallop at full speed, and we’ll do a - the slope, and that will give us a shite. to ‘enter t me re = oe Eases eh <s- com pay May! Hee NS Neat i nell * in Zee i