Two arrows : a story of red and white . that was a hard one, and it struckthe Apache on the side of his head as he was rising,knife in hand. Over and over he rolled, while Pinethrew himself flat upon the earth, at the same momentdigging both hands into the pockets of his enemy recovered himself instantly and sprang tohis feet with another whoop, lifting his long, glitter-ing knife for a rush upon the prostrate pale-face. Itmight have been a perilous rush, for Pines hands cameright out of his pockets, and each held a short-barrelled Derringer pistol, ready cocked. They are terrib
Two arrows : a story of red and white . that was a hard one, and it struckthe Apache on the side of his head as he was rising,knife in hand. Over and over he rolled, while Pinethrew himself flat upon the earth, at the same momentdigging both hands into the pockets of his enemy recovered himself instantly and sprang tohis feet with another whoop, lifting his long, glitter-ing knife for a rush upon the prostrate pale-face. Itmight have been a perilous rush, for Pines hands cameright out of his pockets, and each held a short-barrelled Derringer pistol, ready cocked. They are terribleweapons, but the miner had no occasion to use eitherof them. The line of the barrier and of the adjacentrocks seemed to dance with blue flashes and with puffs ofwhite smoke. Within three seconds not less than a scoreof rattling reports awoke the echoes of the notch, andevery blue tube they came from had been aimed by agood marksman. After all was over, the prevalent opin-ion was that not one of them had missed. At all events A) -*y f. Stirring Times. 229 Yellow Pine was safe to jump up and run for the barrier,followed by hasty shots from startled and galloping horse-men, all as useless as so many pebbles. His arrival wasgreeted by all the shouting and whooping which couldpossibly be performed by the red and white garrison ofthe notch, aided by One-eye with a vigor that shook himall over. Even then, however, the voice of the Big Tonguecould be distinguished from the rest. If the volume of sound did nothing else it deeply im-pressed the mind of the Apache chief with an idea of thestrength of the force opposed to him. So had the prompt-ness and number and accuracy of the rifle-shots whichhad prevented him from getting any report from his tootreacherous flag of truce brave. As for him, Na-tee-kah had been watching Two Arrows and had seen theApache fall just as his rifle went off. That was enough,and she was again proud of her brother. It was in vainfor Ha-ha-pah-no to say, Ugh !
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