General Crook and the Fighting Apaches / Treating Also of the Part Borne by Jimmie Dunn in the days, 1871-1886, When With Soldiers and Pack-trains and Indian Scouts, but Employing the Stronger Weapons of Kindness, Firmness and Honesty, the Gray Fox Worked Hard to the End That the White Men and the Red Men in the Southwest as in the Northwest Might Better Understand One Another

by Edwin L. Sabin

Apache mescal pits! Wood smoke, too! Smell it?

“Huh! Rancheria there,” grunted Bobby Do-klinny. “Close to Delt-che, now. Where Nan-ta-je?”

Then——

“Bang-g-g-g-g-g!”

The noise, echoing through the canyon depths and striking the faces gazing in, fairly deafened. It sounded like a regiment, but it was only a volley by the Lieutenant Ross party, unseen.

The little handful of advance guard had found the Yavapai!

XIV
THE BATTLE OF THE CAVE

The suddenness of the tremendous outburst paralyzed even Micky. As the echoes rumbled and jarred, Jimmie’s heart beat in his ears. The hard, quick voice of Major Brown broke in.