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Updated: July 23, 2025
The dust is kicked up under his nimble feet, but he reaches unharmed the cleft in which some rude steps have been hacked, and goes, half sliding, half scraping, down into the cooler depths below. "Mother of Moses!" he groans, "but we'll never get the lieut'nant out alive. Shure they're all around him now." Then bounding down the gorge he finds McGuffey kneeling at the point.
"Let us help you, lieut'nant; now's your time, sir, while they're firing." But Drummond shakes his head. He wants to be the last man down. "Don't hang on here, sir. Come now. Sure the others can get down from where they are easy enough, but you can't except when they're firing.
It was when trying to bucket out the fire the lieut'nant was shot, and it was a roaring conflagration in five minutes, and from that it spread to the agency and the other shebangs, and it was all we could do to get the women and children out of the cellars and into the corral, and them bucks firing from every sage brush for a mile around.
"Get McGuffey and Fritz; block up the front of the cave with rocks; move in those Moreno women; carry Sergeant Wing back to the farther cave, Miss Harvey will show you where. Stand fast the rest of you. Don't let an Indian close in on us." "Look, lieut'nant," whispers Walsh; "they're coming up down beyant you there."
"You're pinked," he said in a tone of authority. "I'll take a turn o' this linen around your shoulder." Suddenly he paused as he glanced into the sufferer's face. "Why why, hit's the Lieut'nant!" he stammered. Then he stood erect and saluted properly. "Would you 'ave a bandage, sir?" he asked in a different one. Caradoc assented wearily and shifted his shoulder for the band of linen.
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