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Charles King. Sunset Pass; or, Running the Gauntlet Through Apache Land
Sunset Pass; or, Running the Gauntlet Through Apache Land
Table of Contents
SUNSET PASS
CHAPTER I
A RASH RESOLVE
HE DREW LITTLE NELL CLOSE TO HIM
CHAPTER II
MANUELITO'S TREACHERY
MANUELITO WAS SHUFFLING ABOUT THE FIRE APPARENTLY DOING NOTHING
"WHERE'S MANUELITO?"
CHAPTER III
ON THE ALERT
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."
CHAPTER IV
ON THE WATCH
BENDING DOWN HE RAISED HER IN HIS STRONG ARMS
CHAPTER V
THE PRISONER
AWAY HE FLEW AT FULL SPEED
THE TWO MEN SET TO WORK TO BUILD THEIR BREASTWORK
CHAPTER VI
MANUELITO'S FATE
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
CHAPTER VII
PIKE'S STRANGE DREAM
"THAT'S WHAT JIM TOOK FOR AN APACHE."
ONE VEHEMENT KICK AND CURSE HE GAVE HIM
CHAPTER VIII
THE CAPTAIN'S RIDE
WITH ONE BACKWARD LOOK HE STAGGERED WEARILY ON
"MY GOD! WHAT CAN HAVE HAPPENED? IT'S CAPTAIN GWYNNE!"
CHAPTER IX
THE ATTACK
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
CHAPTER X
LITTLE NED'S SHOT
"DOWN WITH THESE STONES, NOW!"
THE BULLET OF THE LITTLE BALLARD HAD TAKEN HIM JUST UNDER THE EYE
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Charles King
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Many a year had old Pike served with the standards of the cavalry. All through the great civil war he had born manful, if humble part, but with his fifth enlistment stripe on his dress coat, a round thousand dollars of savings and a discharge that said under the head of "Character," "A brave, reliable and trustworthy man," the old corporal had chosen to add to his savings by taking his chances with Captain Gwynne, hoping to reach Santa Fe and thence the Kansas Pacific to St. Louis, to betterment of his pocket and to the service of one, at least, of his former troop commanders. No coward was Pike, but he had visions of a far-away home his coming would bless, where a loved sister's children would gather about his knee and hear his stories of battle and adventure, and where his dollars would enable him to give comforts and comfits, toys and "taffee" to her little ones. Was he not conscious that her eldest boy must be now fourteen, named for him, Martin Pike, and a young American all through? It must be confessed that as the ex-corporal stood there at his night post under the stars he half regretted that he had embarked on this risky enterprise.
"If it were anybody else now but old Gwynne," he muttered to himself, "things wouldn't be so mixed, but he never did have any horse sense and now has run us into this scrape—and it's a bad one or I'm no judge."
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