The passengers all sought their berths as
soon as possible, there to lie below the level of the windows and pile
all the pillows they could get between themselves and the side of the
car. When we reached Deming we found the place in an uproar. Every
bell in town, from the gong of the railroad restaurant to the church
bell, was ringing its loudest and wildest. Men in varied degrees of
undress were running up and down the streets calling loudly upon all
citizens to come out at once. The people were assembling at the depot,
where two or three of the cooler-headed had taken the place of leaders
and had begun to organize the excited mass into an armed and officered
company and get it ready to go quickly to the assistance of beleaguered
little Separ.
Then our train sped on again through the wondrous night, and I knew no
more about the Indian war at Separ until I sat on the kitchen doorstep
at Apache Teju, one evening some years later, and beguiled Texas Bill
into telling me yarns of his long and checkered experience as a cowboy.
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