Arizona Nights | Page 5

says she, plenty big; and a slather of rock, and stones come
out of the mouth, and began to dump down promiscuous on the scenery.
I got one little one in the shoulder-blade, and found time to wish my
ore dump had a roof. But those renegades caught it square in the thick
of trouble. One got knocked out entirely for a minute, by a nice piece of
country rock in the head.
"Otra vez!" yells I, which means "again."
"Boom!" goes the Ole Virginia prompt as an answer.
I put in my time dodging, but when I gets a chance to look, the
Apaches has all got to cover, and is looking scared.
"Otra vez!" yells I again.
"Boom!" says the Ole Virginia.
This was the biggest shot of the lot, and she surely cut loose. I ought to
have been half-way up the bill watching things from a safe distance, but
I wasn't. Lucky for me the shaft was a little on the drift, so she didn't
quite shoot my way. But she distributed about a ton over those
renegades. They sort of half got to their feet uncertain.

"Otra vez!" yells I once more, as bold as if I could keep her shooting all
day.
It was just a cold, raw blazer; and if it didn't go through I could see me
as an Apache parlour ornament. But it did. Those Chiricahuas give one
yell and skipped. It was surely a funny sight, after they got aboard their
war ponies, to see them trying to dig out on horses too tired to trot.
I didn't stop to get all the laughs, though. In fact, I give one jump off
that ledge, and I lit a-running. A quarter-hoss couldn't have beat me to
that shack. There I grabbed old Meat-in-the-pot and made a climb for
the tall country, aiming to wait around until dark, and then to pull out
for Benson. Johnny Hooper wasn't expected till next day, which was
lucky. From where I lay I could see the Apaches camped out beyond
my draw, and I didn't doubt they'd visited the place. Along about sunset
they all left their camp, and went into the draw, so there, I thinks, I sees
a good chance to make a start before dark. I dropped down from the
mesa, skirted the butte, and angled down across the country. After I'd
gone a half mile from the cliffs, I ran across Johnny Hooper's fresh trail
headed towards camp!
My heart jumped right up into my mouth at that. Here was poor old
Johnny, a day too early, with a pack-mule of grub, walking innocent as
a yearling, right into the bands of those hostiles. The trail looked pretty
fresh, and Benson's a good long day with a pack animal, so I thought
perhaps I might catch him before he runs into trouble. So I ran back on
the trail as fast as I could make it. The sun was down by now, and it
was getting dusk.
I didn't overtake him, and when I got to the top of the canon I crawled
along very cautious and took a look. Of course, I expected to see
everything up in smoke, but I nearly got up and yelled when I see
everything all right, and old Sukey, the pack-mule, and Johnny's hoss
hitched up as peaceful as babies to the corral.
"THAT'S all right!" thinks I, "they're back in their camp, and haven't
discovered Johnny yet. I'll snail him out of there."

So I ran down the hill and into the shack. Johnny sat in his chair--what
there was of him. He must have got in about two hours before sundown,
for they'd had lots of time to put in on him. That's the reason they'd
stayed so long up the draw. Poor old Johnny! I was glad it was night,
and he was dead. Apaches are the worst Injuns there is for tortures.
They cut off the bottoms of old man Wilkins's feet, and stood him on
an ant-hill--.
In a minute or so, though, my wits gets to work.
"Why ain't the shack burned?" I asks myself, "and why is the hoss and
the mule tied all so peaceful to the corral?"
It didn't take long for a man who knows Injins to answer THOSE
conundrums. The whole thing was a trap--for me--and I'd walked into it,
chuckle-headed as a prairie-dog!
With that I makes a run outside--by now it was dark--and listens. Sure
enough, I hears hosses. So I makes a rapid sneak back over the trail.
Everything seemed all right till I got up to the rim-rock. Then I heard
more hosses--ahead of me. And when I looked back I could see some
Injuns already at the shack, and starting