In Barracks and Wigwam — page 147: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXII. A @OUIET NICHT. That volley saved the battalion and all the other in- mates of the corral. It checked the mad rush barely in time, and through the gaps of the powder smoke, stained red by the glare of the burning building, the foremost In- dians were seen to fall dead or wounded from the saddle, while frightened ponies reared and pranced, darted this way and that. Those behind wavered an instant, checked by the rain of bullets and the obstructing bodies. Then they came on with blood-curdling yells, only to find themselves too late. Ina voice that rang clear above the din Major Dal- las shouted: “Close the gate, men—-quick !” , Led by Corporal Osborne, a dozen troopers seized the heavy framework of timbers, swung it shut in the very faces of the desperate Sioux, and dropped the massive bars into place. The air rang with screams of baffled rage and the crack of dozens of rifles. For a few mo- ments bullets pattered thickly on the stout beams, and then the foe sullenly withdrew to a short distance. The danger was not yet over, and had the confusion lasted a short time longer the Sioux might have accom- plished a bloody massacre. But the major was equal to the emergency, and by prompt action he restored order. and secured the iy of those under his command and protection. Eau RUMpeter Grant was at his elbow, and as the bugle comicbooks.c¢o