you much, Hallowell?"

"Some. No matter. Pull it out. Hi! Gwan! Yip!"

The arrow was red with blood for six inches, but the lieutenant did not
even glance at it. He kept driving.

The captain scuttled for the rear. He did not get far. The lieutenant
called.

"Off to the left, Cap! Right off to the left! Quick!"

Another Indian was there in the favorite position, scarcely three yards
from the driver, and aiming his arrow. The captain sprang for the
front, leveled his revolver--it was empty! So:

"Hey! Bang!" he shouted.

Ha, ha! Down lay the Indian, low upon his pony's neck; he hammered
hard with his heels and away he scoured.

The captain sprawled for the rear once more, and tried to load. How
those mules ran! How the lieutenant yelled and whipped! How that
wagon jolted! And his powder spilled when he poured it into his
old-style cap-and-ball pistol.

He had not succeeded in loading a single chamber when the lieutenant
again called. He was constantly in trouble, poor Lieutenant Hallowell.
The Indians knew that he couldn't shoot.

"Off to the left, Cap! Hurry!"

Still another Indian, making ready; occupying the same old spot. The
captain hurried; leveled the revolver; shouted "Bang!"

But the trick did not work. This Indian was wiser. He only grinned
and notched his arrow, and took his time for a sure shot. Something
had to be done to get rid of him. Angry clear through, the captain
leaned as far as he dared and hurled the revolver. Good! The heavy
barrel landed full upon the Indian's ribs, cut a long gash--and much
astonished the Indian veered off for repairs.

Only one revolver was left, and it had been emptied. But the captain
was given no pause, to load.

"I'm hit again, Cap!" the lieutenant called.

"Whereabouts now!"

"In the hand."

An arrow was fastened to the base of the thumb of his whip hand. Its
shaft waggled, but its head remained firm.

"Shall I pull it out?"

"No. Can't stop. Hi! Gwan! Yip! Yip with you!"

The lieutenant's hand did not falter, as he plied the whip. Presently
the arrow flopped free and was gone, taking some of the flesh with it.

The Indians seemed to have shot most of their arrows, but were not
done. Now one of them rode to the head of the left mule and commenced
poking with his lance, to force the team into the hedge of tall, stiff
sunflowers that lined the trail.

Lieutenant Hallowell hauled with all his might on the re