. St. Nicholas [serial] . ved; and whether he had not for-saken — hark! Somethin s a-comin, said Will, concisely,with his ear to the ground. • There s more than one, he added, a mo-ment after, and came up the long, broad flightof wooden steps to the platform, whence hecould see beyond the wall. Straight down over the long swell betweenthe ranch and the river, mane and tail afloat onthe wind, came Rangoon in. a wild, headlonggallop; and behind, urging their agile ponies tofurious speed, lasso in hand ready for a throw,rode Sakona, a young Apache chief, and threeof his braves. I knew Sakona by s
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ved; and whether he had not for-saken — hark! Somethin s a-comin, said Will, concisely,with his ear to the ground. • There s more than one, he added, a mo-ment after, and came up the long, broad flightof wooden steps to the platform, whence hecould see beyond the wall. Straight down over the long swell betweenthe ranch and the river, mane and tail afloat onthe wind, came Rangoon in. a wild, headlonggallop; and behind, urging their agile ponies tofurious speed, lasso in hand ready for a throw,rode Sakona, a young Apache chief, and threeof his braves. I knew Sakona by sight, and, itseems, he knew me even better. Wild fellows are the Apaches; I believe theyhave a reservation now; but if they keep upon itthey have changed greatly from what they werewhen I knew them. There s some o them plaguy redskins ! said Joe Martin. A general, rapid, quiet note ofpreparation ran through the large, busy house-hold. One of the peons drove the milch-cowsand the horses from the yard to the corral, and. RANGOON SCRAMBLED UP THE STEPS. (SEE NEXT PAGE.) fastened the heavy, solid gate. Every manlooked to his arms, for no one knew how manyApaches might lurk in that belt of oaks by theriver. Will Grant bridled his roan in haste. He muttered angrily, The Apache rascal knowsthat hoss. He knows better n that! He flunghimself on, bareback, and was off at a gallopthrough the gates toward the advancing In-dians, shouting as he went a perfect torrent ofthreats and abuse in the Navajo tongue, whichSakona must have been deaf not to lassos were poised,— the Indians hesi-tated. Rangoon still held his course at head-long speed for the gates. I blew my whistleagain ; I was excited just then. He saw me andneighed wildly. I sat down on the edge of theplatform as he came near. He was crazy withdelight, and thrust his head up to me to becaressed. He even reared, as if meditating aspring upon the platform. But I restrained himwith a word. I was yet weak. Presently
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