. St. Nicholas [serial] . raight and true against the crashing glass onthe opposite side. Colonel Allens face paled;his fingers closed tighter over the and sterner came his commands, withwords of encouragement. Shouting and whooping Indians rushedaround, firing recklessly, while volley followedvolley steadily into their ranks. Mrs. Allen, with white, set lips, reached up- 1020 THE LITTLE COLONEL. ward and, groping on the seat above, claspedher trembling fingers around the a fist came upward and pushed itselfstraight into her cheek. In the fear of themoment sh
. St. Nicholas [serial] . raight and true against the crashing glass onthe opposite side. Colonel Allens face paled;his fingers closed tighter over the and sterner came his commands, withwords of encouragement. Shouting and whooping Indians rushedaround, firing recklessly, while volley followedvolley steadily into their ranks. Mrs. Allen, with white, set lips, reached up- 1020 THE LITTLE COLONEL. ward and, groping on the seat above, claspedher trembling fingers around the a fist came upward and pushed itselfstraight into her cheek. In the fear of themoment she had forgotten him — the LittleColonel! Looking down, she saw the littlehood pushed far back from his face, and two Colonel Allen stooped down and kissed hiswifes pale face, and gently laid a smoked andgrimy hand over the baby head; then quicklygathering his reins, the horse stepped back apace, and six dusty, splendid soldiers rode up,and each one of them gave a salute and a lookof tender care to the Little Colonel. He. SHOUTING AND WHOOPING INDIANS RUSHED AROUND, FIRING RECKLESSLY, WHILE VOLLEYFOLLOWED VOLLEY STEADILY INTO THEIR RANKS. fists pounding the air; then a baby voice wasraised to its utmost pitch as if giving com-mands ; it all sounded strangely amid the din. A ray of light suddenly came in the windows,and then sounded the rush of horses feet. Thefiring grew fainter, and Mrs. Allen raised up alittle and looked out cautiously. Over theprairie flew Colonel Allen and his gallant littleband in hot pursuit. Five Indians lay dead onthe slope of the hill, and just at the right acavalry-horse was giving up his brave life inbreaths of wounded suffering. Mrs. Allen shud-dered; then, laying the Little Colonel on thewagon seat, she folded her hands and bowedher head over the wide-eyed, silent child, witha prayer of thanks for this wonderful escape. A moment later and back came the victo-rious riders. Not many words were spoken. laughed and cooed at them, and again poundedthe
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