Gilbert, from Tucson. We were on our way from La Paz to Prescott
and stopped here for a meal, and got corralled by the Indians. But
about the girl Brenda: she took it into her head, after we got into
the little fort, that unless some one could create a diversion to
mislead the devils, we'd all lose our scalps."
"That beautiful young girl! Gave herself up to certain torture and
death! Why did you allow it?"
"Allow it!" exclaimed Mr. Bartlett, indignantly. "I hope, lieutenant,
you don't think so hard of me and my friend as to believe we'd have
allowed it if we'd suspected what the plucky miss meant to do!"
"Tell me the circumstances, Mr. Bartlett," said I.
The party moved slowly along the path from the spring to the fires,
and as they walked Mr. Arnold and the travellers gave an account of
all that had happened after Sergeant Henry left for Fort Whipple.
The burning arrows sent to the pitch-pine roof became so numerous that
the besieged found it impossible to prevent the flames from catching
in several places. Henry was hardly out of sight before the house
became untenable, and the defenders were obliged to retire to the
fort.
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