OPENING OF THE BATTLE.
Promptly on the minute Gilroy and White Ox appeared again, with the
white flag of truce flying between them.
This time Captain Moore took with him one of his lieutenants, Bacon by
name.
The interview was shorter than the captain had anticipated.
"Well, is it surrender or not?" asked Matt Gilroy.
"We must have more time," answered Captain Moore. "Cannot you wait until
to-morrow morning?"
"Not another minute," was the angry reply. "Is it surrender or not?
Answer yes or no."
"We will not surrender--at least not yet," came from the young captain
firmly.
"Then your time is up, and we shall attack at once," returned the leader
of the desperadoes. "Am I not right, White Ox?"
"You have spoken truly," came from the Indian chief. "Soon the blood of
the white soldiers will flow freely."
Without another word White Ox galloped away, and Matt Gilroy went after
him.
"We are up against a battle now!" exclaimed Lieutenant Bacon.
"I have done my best to delay the contest--I can do no more," said
Captain Moore.
When he returned inside of the stockade he was immediately surrounded.
"Boys, we must fight," he said in a loud, clear voice. "They will wait
no longer. But re-enforcements must be on the way by this time. Can I
depend upon your standing by me?"
"Yes! yes!" was the cry.
"We know how to do our duty to Uncle Sam and the flag!"
"Let the desperadoes and the Indians come on! We'll give them as hot a
reception as they ever got!"
While the soldiers were taking their way to the several defenses of the
fort there was the beating of Indian drums at a distance, followed by
the blowing of a bugle in the camp of the desperadoes.
Soon the beating and blowing came from half a dozen directions.
"They are gathering, sure enough!" exclaimed Joe. "I wonder how long it
will be before they fire the first shot?"
"They'll not be rash--be sure of that," answered Darry. "They must know
that the fort is a strong place."
A little later one of the guards announced that bodies of Indians were
marching from the south of the fort to the westward.
Here there was a fringe of trees at a distance of not over a hundred
yards from the stockade.
Colonel Fairfield had often thought to have the belt of timberland cut
down, but had never put the plan into execution.
"They mean to get as close as possible before they expose themselves,"
said the captain. "Dilberry, have the four-pounder trained on that
spot."
"I will, Captain Moore," said the head gunner, and saluted.
Quarter of an hour went by, and the drumming and bugle calling had
ceased.
Suddenly a shout went up from behind the belt of timberland, and a small
cannon spoke up, sending a shell into the ditch outside the stockade.
"Hullo, they have a cannon after all," thought Captain Moore. He called
Dilberry to him. "Can you get the range of that piece?" he asked.
"I can try, sir."
"Then do it, and if you can disable the piece so much the better."
At once the head gunner ran off and sighted one of the cannon of the
fort with care.
A few seconds later the cannon spoke up with a report that rang in the
boys' ears for long after. The ball sped straight into the timberland
and cut down a heavy sapling growing beside the piece the enemy were
reloading. One desperado was killed instantly and another badly injured.
"A fair shot!" said the young captain. "Try it again," but before
Dilberry could do so the cannon was withdrawn from sight.
After this came another lull, as if desperadoes and Indians were
considering what to do next.
"It's a wonder they don't make a rush," said Joe, "if they have so many
in their command."
"Nobody cares to risk an advance in the open, Joe," said old Benson.
"More than likely they won't try to do much until dark."
Again the Indian drums were rolling, coupled with shrill warwhoops.
Then, with a wild yelling and a brandishing of rifles, about a hundred
and fifty red men burst from cover and ran toward the stockade.
"They are coming!" was the cry.
"Stand firm, men, don't waste your ammunition!" Captain Moore cried. He
turned to the gunner. "Let them have it, Dilberry!"
Bang! the cannon boomed out again, and the shot tore through the
advancing horde of Indians, laying four of them low.
Then came a volley from the red men, followed by the discharge of the
piece in the hands of the desperadoes. The splinters flew in several
directions around the stockade and one soldier was seriously wounded.
The cannon ball grazed the flagstaff, and presently it was seen to
totter.
"Look out!" roared old Benson to Joe, and as he spoke down came the
Stars and Stripes on the heads of Joe and Darry, and a section of the
flagstaff with it.
"The flag is down!" A score of voices took up the cry, and a yell of
triumph came from the Indians and desperadoes.
"It's not going to remain down!" cried old Benson, and began to climb
what remained of the pole. He carried the halyard with him, and soon,
with the aid of the two boys, he had the glorious Stars and Stripes once
more in position.
In the meantime the soldiers under Captain Moore were busy. The Indians
were now at the ditch, and one had advanced as far as the stockade
itself. They were yelling like demons, and now the desperadoes began to
show themselves, confident that the fort would soon be taken.
"They haven't got a corporal's guard to defend it!" cried Matt Gilroy.
"Nearly everyone of those inside is sick. Come on!"
The noise was now deafening, for soldiers and Indians were discharging
their weapons as rapidly as possible. The red men had brought with them
a long board, to which cross-pieces were nailed. This board was now set
slantingly against the stockade, and a dozen warriors rushed upon it.
"Down with them!" shouted Captain Moore. "Heave the plank off!"
A dozen soldiers started to do his bidding. The first that showed
himself was shot down, and the second shared a similar fate. But others
were more successful, and into the ditch went the board with a loud
splash, carrying the Indians with it.
The soldiers set up a shout of triumph, and as the red men fell back
those who could gain a point of vantage fired on the enemy. By this
movement three Indians were left in the ditch dead and several others
were wounded. A desperado was also brought down. Those that were
uninjured lost no time in seeking cover; and thus the first advance on
the fort came to an end.
All told, the attack had lasted nearly an hour, and when it was over it
was found that everybody was hot, dry, and dusty. But, fortunately,
water was to be had in plenty, and a drink refreshed all. The dead and
wounded were carried away, and the latter were made as comfortable as
the limited means of the fort afforded.
"They won't come back in a hurry," said the young captain. "The Indians
have had their eyes opened."
"How soon can those re-enforcements come, Will?" asked Joe.
"I don't think they can get here before to-morrow noon, if as soon.
They'll have a long journey before them, and a body of several hundred
soldiers can't travel as fast as a single person."
"Of course they'll be cavalry," put in Darry.
"I hope so--if the cavalry was at Fort Prescott when Leeson got there."
Colonel Fairfield was much disturbed by the shooting, and he insisted
upon sitting up and hearing the particulars.
"Good!" he murmured. "Keep them off another twenty-four hours and we
shall be saved," and then he went off in another stupor.
All was now as quiet as if not an enemy was within a mile of the fort.
But the soldiers remained on guard, and this vigilance was increased as
the sun went down in the west.
"This night will tell the tale," was old Benson's comment. "Boys, it's
do or die, and don't you forget it!"
Whether or not the old scout was right we shall soon see.