“Talk about sand in a man! I tell you it…

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hich were drawn a score or more of the freighters, who, with their outfits, were in camp for the night. Stories of old times, when the Indians were bad, and of the bravery of the white pioneer, had gone around the circle until it came to old man Wilson’s turn, who said: “Talk about sand in a man! I tell you it takes sand in a man to try and stand off single- handed forty or fifty Apaches, when he knows how the scrap will end, and that the end will be his own death. But that was just the kind of sand that Felix Knox had when he was killed by the Apaches. You see Knox was an all-round gambler, such as the tenderfoot from the east scorn so much, and know so little about, but he had a heart in him bigger than any tender- foot’s head. Well, it was in the spring of 1882. Knox with his wife and baby and a Mexican driver, were coming from Silver City to Clifton. They got to York’s ranch, which is on the Gila River, about thirty miles from Clifton, all right, but were told there that signs of Apaches had been seen, and that they had better go into camp there for a few days, but Knox, who had fought the Apaches dozens of times and didn’t know what fear was, said he wanted to make Clifton that day.