, fearful work! Now for a hiding-place. They would
be seen instantly by daylight.
They cautiously slipped on, for a little arroyo or dried wash, bordered
by brittle weeds. Even this might be occupied ahead of them. If it
was, then that meant death or capture--and capture meant death also, by
torture in revenge for warriors slain. They had agreed to fight to the
last cartridge, and then to use their last cartridge on themselves
after destroying their message.
Cautiously, cautiously they harked and peered; they gently parted the
weeds and wormed in, closing the weeds behind them again. The arroyo
was empty. In the first tinge of gray they crouched under the high
bank overhung by the weeds, to wait.
The night had passed, and here they were, abroad in the very thick of
the Indians, to face a day of unknown perils. It was to be a long,
long day.
The stars faded; the sky brightened; squads of Indians galloped by, to
the fight. The sun rose, flooding the world above the arroyo.
Gun-shots spatted dully--fast and faster; the fight at the island was
on.
From hour to hour they listened, hoping that the shots would not cease.
While the firing continued, the island was holding out. The firing did
continue, and that nerved their hearts afresh. Their comrades were
bravely battling while depending upon them.
The arroyo grew stifling hot. They had no water, and saved their
horse-beef for an emergency. They had been tired when they
started--already had fought one whole day through, on slim rations.
But they dared not move on. When they ventured to peep over the edge
of the arroyo, they saw an Indian camp of women and old men in plain
view--could catch the voices, now and then. The country was an open
country; nothing could stir above its surface without being sighted.
Finally the sun set, the dusk gathered, and in darkness again they
crept out. A full day gone, only two miles gained in a day and half a
night--two miles in one hundred! But the island was still held by
their comrades.
They put on their boots, and to-night they made better headway. Twice
they had to flatten and muffle their breathing, for parties of Indians
rode almost upon them. The country seemed to be alarmed; Indians were
riding back and forth constantly. All the landmarks were shrouded and
changed; they headed south and easterly by the stars--and at daybreak
were obliged to hide in a hurry, for they somehow were running right
into
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