Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 63 of 100
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AN OMINOUS: SILENCE, 65 | “Stand firm, men of the great tribe!” shouted the gallant chief. “ We will not yield a step further while a man re- mains to lift a rifle er wield a lance. Remember that you fight for the best hope of the Comanche, for the women and little children. You fight for vengeance, too, and let that make you strong of heart.”. For some reason the fire of the assailing party slackened the moment they had succeeded in driving the Indians into the pass, There was a lull in the attack, only an occasional dropping shot from some ambitious marksman, who fancied that he saw an opportunity for a crack, shot. One by one even these shots ceased and an utter silence prevailed... But, Silver Lance was not lulled into the belief that the whites had given up the attack ; on the contrary this silence was Ominous, and aroused him to renewed watchfulness and ac- tivity. “The white dogs have fled,” cried Hundo. “ Let us rush out and pursue them over the prairie.” “They have not fled, Hundo,” replied Silver Lance; “ they Only wait their chance like skillful warriors, for they know that it will not be easy to drive us out of this pass. Keep your weapons ready, and in time they will come.” But they waited nearly half an hour, and nothing was heard from the rangers, who maintained @ deathlike silence. A cry from one of the Indians called the attention of the chief, and he saw the brave pointing at a strange fire which: had sprung up suddenly upon the cliff above their heads. » At first it was green and threw a peculiar glare UpoP the scene, revealing every form. in the pass, and even the crouching, figures of some of the rangers on the plain beyond, But these quickly concealed themselves behind the powlders and waited for the event, The glare changed from green to yellow, from yellow to blue, and finally settled down into @ steady blood-red gleam, Indians, trembling in every limb, looked = rhe superstitious Up the mountain side, and not a man among them MoV ed hand y supernitural—some- “Or foot. They saw in this something thing which was the work of a powerful spirit directed against them, There was a sulphurous taint upop the air, and the savages began to look behind them, when gome dark comiclbooks:com