Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 40: what you’re looking at

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42 | THER LOST CACHE. get up plenty of water, so that we can stand a siege, if 2 neces- sary, and then we will show ourselves, _—_—« All the buckets were filled with water and brought up on the bluff, and then John Brainard, climbing a stout sapling, fastened a red hankerchief to its top as a flag and gave vent to-a hurrah, which was answered by cheers from his friends and yells from the savages. When the attention of the Indians was directed to the lui they gathered together in a body, beyond rifle range, and ap- peared to be holding a consultation. “T believe they are Crows, Téte Bois,” said Mr, Brainard, as nape his small spy-glass to the half-breed. “ If they are, perhaps it might be worth while for me to have a talk with them.” “Not much—white man for chief Mille neiares /—Burt Adams !” “ Are you sure? If that cut-throat is leading them, they ‘mean fight, and must haveit. Cold lead is the only argument we can apply to them. Here they come! Be ready with your rifles, boys ! Kate, lie down behind the barricades, and keep out of the way.” “T am lying down, father,” answered the girl, as she rested a rifle on a log before her, and ‘glanced along the barrel. The Indians came on in their usual style, galloping at full speed, yelling like demons, brandishing their weapons, and oc- casionally sending & volley of arrows or musket-shots into the clump of trees that surmotmted the bluff. ‘No notice was taken of these warlike demonstrations, until they came within easy range, when all the rifles, including Kate’s, were discharged simultaneously, the effect upon the savages being to convince them that they had better proceed more cautiously. Accordingly, they retreated, dismounted, and worked their way*toward the rude fortress by careful and zigzag approaches, ’ availing themselves of such cover as they could obtain from trees, gullies and hillocks. The rifles of the whites were busy in attempting to pick them off as they advanced, but they did not do much damage, and the greater part of the savages safely reached the foot of the hill, where they were compara- tively well sheltered from the fire of those above. “Don't fire another shot,” ordered Brainard, “ but be ready connicloooks.comn