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One by one the Pile Indian rushed frantically upon the white ed forward across the breastith a bullet froh his forehead

Eddie Shorter had raised hiht witness the battle, and when it was over he sank back, the blood welling from between his set teeth

Billy turned to look at hi his condition kneeled beside him and took his head in the hollow of an arood for you to move around much"

"It orth it," whispered Eddie "Say, but that was soainst the bunch of 'em; but if you hadn't they'd have rushed us and soot in"

"Funny the boys don't coh; "it's oin' to Shawnee this evenin' The low to catch his feeble words, and when the voice trailed out into nothingness he lowered the tousled red head to the hard earth and turned away

Could it be that the thing which glistened on the eyelid of the toughest guy on the West Side was a tear?

The afternoon waned and night caht to Billy Byrne neither renewed attack nor succor The bullet which had dropped him momentarily had but creased his forehead Aside from the fact that he was blood covered from the wound it had inconvenienced him in no way, and now that darkness had fallen he co the shelter

First he transferred Eddie's ammunition to his own person, and such valuables and trinkets as he thought "lad to have, then he removed the breechblock from Eddie's carbine and stuck it in his pocket that the weapon ht be valueless to the Indians when they found it

"Sorry I can't bury you oldcomment, as he cliht

Billy Byrne h the darkness, and he moved not in the direction of escape and safety but directly up the canyon in the way that the village of the Pimans lay

Soon he heard the sound of voices and shortly after saw the light of cook fires playing upon bronzed faces and upon the fronts of low huts Souessed that they mourned for those whom his bullets had found earlier in the day In the darkness of the night, far up a mountains it was all very weird and uncanny