Capt. Chas. King
He Drew Little Nell close to Him
Manuelito Was shuffling about the Fire Apparently doing Nothing
"Where's Manuelito?"
His First Duty seemed to be to get the Provisions from the Wagon
"Jim, Old Boy, We've got to pull Together To-night"
"My God! There's not a Living Soul in Sight"
Bending Down He raised Her in His Strong Arms
Away He Flew at Full Speed
The Two Men set to Work to build Their Breastwork
Nellie, Clinging to Her Nurse, was terrified by the Sounds
The Poor Devil was now seated, Bound and Helpless, on a Rock by the Roadside
"That's what Jim took for an Apache"
One Vehement Kick and Curse He Gave Him
With One Backward Look He staggered Wearily on
"My God! What can have Happened? It's Captain Gwynne?"
Evidently the One Who was shot was a Man of Some Prominence among Them—Possibly a Chief
All of a Sudden a Black Shadow rushed through the Air
"Down With these Stones, Now!"
The Bullet of the Little Ballard had taken Him just under the Eye
