DICK'S GREAT EXPLOIT
It was a singular and weird sound, the blowing of the great cow's horn
on the mountain, and then the distant reply from another horn as great.
It was both significant and sinister, such an extraordinary note that,
despite Dick's experience and courage, his hair lifted a little. He
was compelled to look back at the camp and the coals of the fire yet
glowing to reassure himself that everything was normal and real.
"I wish there wasn't so much snow," said Shepard, "then the sergeant,
Mr. Reed and myself could scout all over the country around here,
mountains or no mountains."
They were joined at that moment by Reed, the long mountaineer, who had
also been listening to the big horns.
"That means them gorillers, shore," he said. "We've got some p'ison
people uv our own, an' when the gorillers come in here they j'ined 'em,
and knowin' ev'ry inch uv the country, they kin guide the gorillers
wharever they please."
"You agree then with Mr. Shepard that these signals are made by Slade
and Skelly's men?" asked Dick.
"Shorely," replied the mountaineer, "an' I think they're up to some
sort uv trick. It pesters me too, 'cause I can't guess it nohow. I
done told the colonel that we'd better look out."
Colonel Winchester joined them as he was speaking, and listened to the
double signal which was repeated later. But it did not come again,
although they waited some time. Instead they heard, as they had heard
all through the night, the occasional swish of the soft snow sliding
down the slopes. But Dick saw that the colonel was uneasy, and that
his apprehensions were shared both by Shepard and the mountaineer.
"Do you know how many men these brigands have?" Colonel Winchester
asked of Reed.
"I reckon thar are five hundred uv them gorillers," replied the
mountaineer. "Some uv our people spied on 'em in Burton's Cove an'
counted 'bout that number."
Colonel Winchester glanced at his sleeping camp.
"I have three hundred," he said, "but they're the very flower of our
youth. In the open they could take care of a thousand guerrillas and
have something to spare. Still in here--"
He stopped short, but the shrewd mountaineer read his meaning.
"In the mountings it ain't sech plain sailin'," he said, "an' you've
got to watch fur tricks. I reckon that when it comes to fightin' here,
it's somethin' like the old Injun days."
"I can't see how they can get at us here," said Colonel Winchester,
more to himself than to the others. "A dozen men could hold the exit
by the creek, and fifty could hold the entrance."
Despite his words, his uneasiness continued and he sent for the
sergeant, upon whose knowledge and instincts he relied greatly in such
a situation. The sergeant, who had been watching at the other end of
the valley, came quickly and, when the colonel looked at him with eyes
of inquiry, he said promptly:
"Yes, sir; I think there's mischief a-foot. I can't rightly make out
where it's going to be started, but I can hear it, smell it an' feel
it. It's like waitin' in a dip on the prairies for a rush by the wild
Sioux or Cheyenne horsemen. The signs seem to come through the air."
Dick's oppression increased. A mysterious danger was the worst of all,
and his nerves were on edge. Think as he might, he could not conceive
how or where the attack would be made. The only sound in the valley
was the occasional stamp of the horses in the woods and behind the
windrows. The soldiers themselves made no noise. The steps of the
sentinels were softened in the snow, and the fires, having sunk to beds
of coals, gave forth no crackling sounds.
He stared down the gap, and then up at the white world of walls
circling them about. The sky seemed to have become a more dazzling
blue than ever, and the great stars with the hosts of their smaller
brethren around them gleamed and quivered. The stamp of a horse came
again, and then a loud shrill neigh, a piercing sound and full of
menace in the still night.
"What was that?" exclaimed the sergeant in alarm. "A horse does not
neigh at such a time without good reason!"
And then the storm broke loose in the valley. There was a series of
short, fierce shouts. Torches were suddenly waved in the air. Many
horses neighed in the wildest terror and, all of them breaking through
the forest and windrows, poured in a confused and frightened stream
toward the entrance of the valley.
Then the experience of the sergeant in wild Indian warfare was worth
more than gold and diamonds. He knew at once what was occurring and he
shouted:
"It's a stampede! There have been traitors here, and they've driven
the horses with fire!"
"And maybe some of them have managed to slip down the mountain side!"
said Shepard.
It was well for them all that they were men of decision and supreme
courage. The terrible tumult in the valley was increasing. The
horses, a stampeded mass, were driving directly for the entrance. Only
one thing could stop them and that the guards then did. They snatched
many burning brands from the nearest fire and waved them furiously in
the face of the frightened herd, which turned and ran back the other
way, only to be confronted by other waving brands that filled them with
terror. Then the horses, instinctively following some leader, turned
again and ran back to their old places among the trees and behind the
windrows, where they stood, quivering with terror.
A crackling of rifles had begun before the horses were driven back, and
bullets pattered in the valley. Dark figures appeared crouched against
the slopes, and jets of fire ran like a red ribbon upon the white of
the snow.
"The gorillers!" cried Reed. "They've crep' over the ridges, spite uv
all our watchin'."
Colonel Winchester did not lose his head for an instant, nor did any of
his young soldiers, who had been trained to think as well as obey.
Without waiting for orders they had already won an important victory by
turning the horses back with fire, and the colonel, with the help of
his officers, formed them rapidly to meet the attack. The house, the
stable and the corn crib were filled with sharpshooters and others lay
down among the trees or behind any shelter they could find. A number
were detailed rapidly to tether the horses, and make them secure
against a second fright. Warner was sent to the men guarding the
entrance, Pennington to those at the exit, while Dick was kept with the
colonel, who crouched, after his arrangements were made, in a little
clump of trees near the center of the valley.
Colonel Winchester was willing enough to risk his life but knowing that
it was of the highest importance now to preserve it he did not take any
risks through false pride. Besides Dick he kept Reed, Shepard and the
sergeant with him.
The ring of fire on the slopes had been increasing fast, and the
assailants found much shelter there among the dwarf pines and cedars.
Bullets were pattering all over the valley. Several of the Winchesters
had been slain in the early firing, and they lay where they had fallen.
Others were wounded, but they bound up their own hurts and used their
rifles, whenever they could pick out a figure on the slopes.
"You spoke of traitors, Mr. Reed," said the colonel. "Did you know
well all the men who came to help in the preparations for us?"
"All but two," replied the mountaineer. "One was named Leonard and the
other Bosley. They come from the other side uv the mounting with some
uv the boys an' we thought they wuz all right, but I reckon they must
be the traitors, an' I reckon too they must hev helped some uv the
gorillers into the camp. I ain't seed a sign uv either sence them
hosses wuz headed back. I guess we wuz took in, an' I'm pow'ful sorry,
colonel."
"You're not to blame, Mr. Reed. It's not always possible to guard
against treachery, but since we've defeated their attempt to stampede
our horses we'll defeat all other efforts of theirs."
"Colonel, would you mind lendin' me them glasses uv yourn fur a look?
The night's so bright I guess I kin use 'em nigh ez well ez in the day."
"Certainly you can have them, Mr. Reed. Here they are."
The mountaineer took a long look through them, and when he handed them
back he uttered a clucking sound, significant of satisfaction.
"I 'lowed it was him, when I saw him crawlin' behind that bush," he
said, "an' now I know."
"Who is who?" said Dick.
"It's that feller Bosley what came with the rest uv the boys. I know
that gray comfort what's tied 'roun' his neck, an' the 'coonskin cap
what's on his head. He jest crawled behind that little twisted pine up
thar, an' took a pot shot at some uv us down here."
"I wish I could reach him," said Shepard.
"Ef you could I wouldn't let you," said the mountaineer grimly.
"Why?"
"'Cause he's my meat. He come here with my people, an' played a trick
on us, a trick that might hev wiped out all uv Colonel Winchester's
men. No man kin do that with me an git away. He's piled up a pow'ful
big score an' I'm goin' to settle it myself."
"How?"
"See this rifle uv mine? I reckon it ain't got all the fancy tricks
that some uv the new repeatin' breech-loadin' rifles hev. It's jest a
cap an' ball rifle, but it's got a long, straight barrel an' a delicate
trigger, an' it sends a bullet wherever you p'int it. It's killed
squirrels, an' rabbits, an' wil' turkeys an' catamounts, an' b'ars, an'
now I reckon it's goin' to hunt higher game."
The man was talking very quietly, but when Dick caught the light in his
eye he knew that he meant every word. It was a cold, implacable look,
and the face of the mountaineer was like that of an avenging fate.
"I loaded it with uncommon care," he continued, looking affectionately
at his rifle, and then looking up again, "an' now that the colonel's
glasses hev showed the way I kin see that feller peepin' from roun' his
bush, tryin' to git another shot, mebbe at me an' mebbe at you. It's a
long carry, but I'm shore to hit. I had a chance at him then, but I
'low to wait a little!"
"Why do you wait?" asked Dick curiously.
"I'm givin' him time to say his prayers."
"Why, he doesn't know that you're going to shoot at him, and he
wouldn't pray, even if he did."
"Mebbe not, but I was raised right, an' I know my duty. I ain't goin'
to send no man to kingdom without givin' him _time_ to pray. Ef he
won't use it the blame is his'n, but that ain't no reason why I
oughtn't to give him the _time_."
"How long?"
"Wa'al, I reckon 'bout three minutes is 'nough fur a right good prayer.
Thar, he's shot ag'in, but I don't know whar his bullet went. He's
usin' up his prayin' time fast."
Reed never altered his quiet, assured tone. He reminded Dick of
Warner, talking about his algebra, and the lad was impressed so much by
his manner that he believed he was going to do as he said. He began
unconsciously to count the seconds.
"Time's up," said Reed at length, "an' that traitor is pokin' his head
'roun' fur another shot."
He raised suddenly his long-barreled rifle, took a quick aim, and
pulled the trigger. A stream of fire poured from the muzzle, the
figure of a man leaped from the bush and then rolled down the snowy
slope.
"I give him plenty uv time," said Reed as he reloaded. "Now I reckon
I'll look fur that other feller, Leonard. I'll know him when I see
him, an' this old cap-an'-ball rifle uv mine knows too how to talk to
traitors."
Dick left presently with a message to a captain who was in command of
the force detached to hold the entrance to the valley. He ran part of
the way in the shelter of the trees and crept the rest, reaching the
captain in safety. Warner was there also, and the fire upon them from
the slopes was hot.
"There has been no attempt to force the gate-way here," said Warner.
"Since they failed with the horses they wouldn't dare try it. Besides,
our sharpshooters are doing execution. Those in the upper story of the
house have an especially good chance. Look at the black dots in the
snow high up on the slopes. Those are dead guerrillas. There, two men
fell! Perhaps if they had known the kind of regiment it was they were
coming after they wouldn't have been in such a hurry to attack us."
He spoke with pride, but Dick felt some chagrin.
"That's true," he said, "though I don't like our regiment to be
besieged here by a lot of guerrillas. It's an ignominy. It's not
enough for us to hold our own against 'em, because they're the people
we came to get, and we ought to get 'em."
"I dare say the colonel thinks as you do and he's already planning how
to do it. This is a smart little battle, as it is. Those
sharpshooters of ours in the houses are certainly making it warm for
the enemy!"
The firing was now very fast, and, as long as the brilliancy of the
night remained unobscured, much of it was deadly, but a great amount of
smoke gathered, and, as it rose, it formed a cloud. The showers of
bullets then decreased in volume and a comparative lull came. But the
men of Slade and Skelly could yet be seen on the crests and slopes, and
there was no indication that they would draw off.
Dick made his way back to Colonel Winchester, who was still in the
clump of trees, a central point, from which he could direct the
defense. The colonel, as Dick clearly saw, felt chagrin. While they
had prevented the stampede of the horses, and were holding off Slade
and Skelly, the roles which he had intended for the forces to play were
reversed. They had come forth to destroy the guerrillas, and now they
had to fight hard to keep the guerrillas from destroying them. Despite
their shelter, about fifteen of the Winchester men had been slain, and
perhaps twenty-five wounded, a loss over which the colonel grieved.
Doubtless as many of the guerrillas had fallen or had been hurt, but
that was a poor consolation.
It was obvious too that Slade and Skelly were handling their forces
with much skill, utilizing for shelter every bush and dwarfed tree on
the slopes, and never exposing themselves, except for a moment or two.
Had there not been so many sharpshooters among the Winchester men they
might have escaped almost without any damage, but for some of the
deadly riflemen in the valley a single glimpse was enough.
Nevertheless Colonel Winchester's dissatisfaction remained. He felt
that a force such as his, which had come forth to do so much, should do
it, and he ransacked his brain for a plan.
"Mr. Reed," he said to the mountaineer, who had remained with him, "do
you think we could send a detachment through the pass down the stream
and take them in the rear? That is, this force might climb the slopes
behind them, and attack from above?"
The mountaineer chewed his tobacco thoughtfully, looked up at the
ridges, and then at the gorge down which they could hear the waters of
the little creek rushing.
"It's a big risk," he replied, "but I 'low it kin be done, though
you'll hev to pick your men, colonel. You let me be guide and be shore
to send the sergeant, 'cause he's a full fo'-hoss team all by hisself.
An' Mr. Shepard ought to go along too. All the others ought to be
youngsters, an' spose you let Mr. Mason here lead 'em."
Colonel Winchester did not resent at all these suggestions, which he
knew to be excellent, and, while at first, for personal reasons of his
own, he hesitated about sending Dick on so perilous an errand, he knew
that he was better fitted for it than any other young officer in his
command, and so he chose him. The plan, too, appealed to him strongly.
He had taken lessons from the grand tactics of Lee and Jackson. Lee
would keep up a great demonstration in front, while Jackson, circling
in silence, would strike a tremendous and deadly blow on the flank.
The longer he thought about it the more he was pleased with it. If the
flanking force could cut through the gorge the prospect of success was
good, and fortunately the night had turned darker, the snow clouds
reappearing.
The colonel picked one hundred and fifty of his best men, with Shepard,
Reed and Whitley to guide, and Dick to lead them. Warner and
Pennington protested when they were not allowed to go, but the colonel
quieted them with the assurance that they would soon have plenty of
dangerous work to do in the valley. To Dick he said gravely:
"Before now you've nearly always been a staff officer and messenger,
and this is the most important command you've ever held. I know you'll
acquit yourself well, but trust a lot to your guides."
"I will, sir," said Dick earnestly. He felt the full weight of his
responsibility, but his courage rose to meet it. It was the largest
task yet confided to him, and he was resolved to make it a success. He
noticed also that fortune, as if determined to help the brave, was
already giving him aid. More stars were withdrawing into the void, and
the clouds were increasing. The night had grown much darker, and a few
flakes of snow wandered lazily down, messengers of the multitude that
might follow.
The increasing dusk did not diminish the activity of the brigands on
the slopes. It was obvious that they had an unlimited supply of
ammunition, as they sent an unbroken stream of bullets into the valley,
and pink dots ran like ribbons around its entire snowy rim. But in the
valley itself all the fires had been put out, and it was fairly dark
there, enabling Dick's command to gather unseen by the enemy.
"Now, Dick," said Colonel Winchester, "I trust you. Go, and may luck
go with you."
He led his men away, the three guides by his side, and they used every
particle of cover they could find, in order that the movement might
remain invisible until the last possible moment. They hugged the
fringe of forest, and when they reached the gorge he felt sure they
were still unseen, although it was only the easy part of their task
that had yet been done. But the lazy flakes had increased in number,
and the canopy of cloud was still being drawn across the heavens. He
gave the word to his men to be as silent as possible, not to let any
weapon rattle or fall, and then they entered the gorge in two files
separated by the creek, the narrow ledges affording room for only one
man on either side.
Dick kept his outward calm, but the great pulses in his throat and
temples were beating hard. Reed was just ahead of him, and on the
other side of the creek the sergeant led, with Shepard following.
Large flakes of snow fell on his face and melted there, but they were
welcome messengers, telling him that the cloak for the movement would
not only remain, but would increase in extent.
After the first curve the stream took a sharp descent, but the land on
either side widened a little, permitting two to walk abreast. The
valley and the slopes encircling it were now entirely shut out from
their view, but they heard the crackling of the rifles in greater
volume than ever. Colonel Winchester, true to Lee and Jackson's plan of
grand tactics, had opened an extremely heavy fire on the enemy, as soon
as his flanking column had disappeared in the gorge.
"I 'low the signs are good," whispered Reed. "Them that lay an ambush
sometimes git laid in an ambush theirselves. I felt pow'ful bad at
bein' held in a trap here in my own mountings by them gorillers, but
mebbe we'll do some trap-layin' uv our own."
"I feel sure of it," said Dick. "Look! the stream ahead of us is lined
with bushes which will afford concealment for our march, and the slopes
beyond are covered with scrub forest."
"Like ez not the gorillers come that way, an' when we circle about we
kin foller in thar tracks."
Dick felt that fortune was showering her favors upon him. The last
star was now gone, and the entire sky was veiled. The big flakes of
snow were falling fast enough to help their concealment, but not fast
enough to impede their movements. A mile down the gorge and they
halted, still unseen by the enemy, due doubtless to the heavy firing in
the valley which was engrossing all the attention of the guerrillas.
They could hear it very distinctly where they were, and they were quite
sure that it would not permit Slade and Skelly to detach any part of
their force for purposes of observation. So Dick gave orders for his
men to turn and begin the ascent of the slope, under shelter of the
scrub forest of cedars. They were to go in a column four abreast,
carefully treading in the tracks of one another, in order that they
might not start a slide of snow.
Dick's pulses beat hard, until they reached the shelter of the cedars,
but no lurking guerrilla or posted sentinel saw them and they drew into
the forest in silence and unobserved. Here they paused a few minutes
and listened to the heavy rifle fire in the valley.
"It looks like a success, sir," said Shepard. "If we catch 'em between
two fires victory is surely ours."
"Besides beatin' 'em, thar's one thing I hope fur," said Reed. "Ef
that traitor Leonard hasn't fell already I'm prayin' that I git a look
at him. My old cap-an'-ball rifle here is jest ez true ez ever."
The mountaineer's eyes glittered again, and Dick did not feel that
Leonard's fate was in any doubt. But there was little time for talk,
as the column began the march again and pressed on under cover of the
cedars until they came without interruption and triumphantly to the
very crest of the slope. The firing was still distinctly audible here,
and the other half of the army was undoubtedly keeping the guerrillas
busy.
On the summit Dick gave his men another brief breathing spell, and then
they began their advance toward the battle. He threw in advance the
best of the sharpshooters and scouts, including Whitley, Shepard and
Reed, and then followed swiftly with the others. Half the distance and
a man behind a tree saw them, shouted, fired and ran toward the
guerrillas.
Dick, knowing that concealment was no longer possible, cried to his men
to rush forward at full speed. A light, scattering fire met them. Two
or three were wounded but none fell, and the entire column swept on at
as much speed as the deep snow would allow, sending in shot after shot
from their own rifles at the guerrillas clustered along the crests and
slopes. The light was sufficient for them to take aim, and as they
were sharpshooters the fire was accurate and deadly.
Their shout of victory rose and swelled, and the mountain gave it back
in many echoes. Dick, feeling his responsibility, managed to keep
cool, but he continually shouted to his men to press on, knowing how
full advantage should be taken of a surprise. But they needed no
urging. Aflame with fire and zeal they charged upon the guerrillas,
pulling the trigger as fast as they could slip in the cartridges, and
Slade and Skelly, despite all their cunning and quickness, were unable
to make a stand against them.
A great shout came up from the valley. The moment Colonel Winchester
heard the fire on the flank he knew that his plan, executed with skill
by one of his lieutenants, was a success, and, gathering up his own
force, he crept up the slopes, his men sending their fire into the
guerrillas, who were already breaking.
Dick's troop was doing great damage. The guerrillas in their rovings
and robberies had never before faced such a fire and they fell fast,
the deep snow making flight difficult. Reed, who was at Dick's side,
suddenly uttered a cry.
"I see him! I see him!" he shouted.
The long-barreled cap-and-ball rifle leaped to his shoulder, and when
the stream of fire gushed from the muzzle, Leonard, the mountaineer,
fell in the snow and would never betray anybody else. Most of the
guerrillas were now fleeing in panic, and Dick heard the shrill,
piercing notes of Slade's whistle as he tried to draw his men off in
order. For a moment or two he forgot his duties as a leader as, pistol
in hand, he looked for the little man under the enormous slouch hat.
Once more the feeling seized him that it was a long duel between Slade
and himself that must end in the death of one or the other, and he
meant to end it now. Despite the fierce notes of the whistle, coming
from one point and then another, he did not see him. He caught a
glimpse of the gigantic form of Skelly, but he too was soon gone, and
then when he felt the restraining hand of Shepard upon his arm he came
out of his rage.
"Look there!" cried Shepard.
About a score of the guerrillas had been cut off from their comrades
and were driven toward the valley, where they remained on its edge,
crouched down, and firing. The deep snow in which they knelt was
quivering. Dick shouted to his men to draw back. Then the huge bank of
snow gave way and slid down the slope, carrying the guerrillas, and
gathering volume and force as it went. A terrified shouting came from
the thick of it, as the avalanche hurled itself into the valley, where
the bruised and broken guerrillas were taken prisoners without
resistance.
Dick, after one glance at their fate, continued the pursuit of the main
band down the other slope. He knew that they were robbers and
murderers, and he felt little scruple. His sharpshooters fairly mowed
them down as they fled in terror, but all who threw up their hands or
signified otherwise that they wished to surrender were spared.
Still bearing in mind that it was their duty not merely to scatter but
to destroy, he urged on the pursuit continually, and Shepard and the
sergeant aided him. They gave Slade and Skelly no time to reform their
men, driving them from every clump of trees, when they attempted it,
and continually reducing their numbers.
The rout was complete, and Dick's heart beat high with triumph, because
he knew that his force had been the striking arm. They were nearly at
the foot of the far side of the mountain, when he saw Slade among the
bushes. He shouted to him to surrender, but the outlaw, suddenly
aiming a pistol, fired pointblank at the young lieutenant's face. Dick
felt the bullet grazing his head, and he raised his own pistol to fire,
but Slade was gone, and, although they trailed him a long distance in
the snow, they did not find him.