. Battling for Atlanta . o. Fred threw up his hands without a word, andstood still. Well, Yank, continued the lieutenant as herode his horse close up to Fred, still keeping himcovered with his revolver, in hard luck, arentyou? Where is your comrade? I hear there isa pair of you. Those were the last words he ever spoke. Theax, thrown like a tomahawk by the sinewy arm ofDarling, came flashing through the air. Fairly andsquarely it struck the Confederate in the forehead,and he tumbled from his horse, his skull cleftthrough and through. Darling stepped out from behind the tree witha smile of trium
. Battling for Atlanta . o. Fred threw up his hands without a word, andstood still. Well, Yank, continued the lieutenant as herode his horse close up to Fred, still keeping himcovered with his revolver, in hard luck, arentyou? Where is your comrade? I hear there isa pair of you. Those were the last words he ever spoke. Theax, thrown like a tomahawk by the sinewy arm ofDarling, came flashing through the air. Fairly andsquarely it struck the Confederate in the forehead,and he tumbled from his horse, his skull cleftthrough and through. Darling stepped out from behind the tree witha smile of triumph on his face. To Freds look ofastonishment he replied: That is a little trickI learned while on the plains. I have beaten theboss Indian at his own game in throwing the toma-hawk. Dick, said Fred, when you told me to trustyou, I did, although I had no idea what youintended to do. It took faith, my boy, to standstill and let that fellow ride up to me with thatleveled revolver. I knew I should not fail you, Captain, when. FRED THREW UP HIS HANDS WITHOUT A WORD. A MEETING WITH SMITH. 263 I told you to trust me, said Darling, as he wentand picked up the dead mans revolver. This isa splendid weapon, Captain, he continued, ashe examined the pistol; *in your hands it is goodfor any half a dozen rebels. It will be a sorry dayfor any small squad who may attempt to take usnow. Fred took the revolver and looked at it. It wasindeed a fine weapon. *Dick, he exclaimed,with this I feel myself a soldier once more. It isprecious, for it is the price of a human life; but itmay be the means of saving us and giving us ourfreedom. Poor fellow! said Darling, looking at the deadofficer; I had nothing ag-ainst him, but I had tokill him. A fine-looking fellow, too, Captain. Waris an awful thing! I have found it so, replied Fred, in a low tone;and his voice trembled as he spoke. The little dog which had caused the mischiefwas still barking furiously. Dick, said Fred,I am afraid I shall have to shoot t
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