The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-01-22

was made to show that the assaulting
party were from without, but it was
futile, and Stryker's cross-questioning
among the men had convinced them that
he knew all about the matter. There
was only one conclusion, therefore, that
Gwynne must have ''given them away"
as the troopers expressed it.
Despite the fact that he had been as
saulted and badly beaten. this was some
thing that few could overlook, and the
latent jealousy against the "cockney
sergeant" blazed into feeling of deep
resentment. Garrison sympathy was
with Leary and his fellows.
Thursday came, and Sergt. Gwynne
returned to light duty, though his face
was still bruised and discolored and he
wore patch over one eye. He resumed
charge of the stables in the afternoon.
after a brief conversation with his cap
tain, and was experimenting the issue
of forage, when Perry entered to inspect
the stalls of his platoon. Nolan was
being led out by his groom at the mo-
ment, and pricked up his tapering ears
at sight of his master and thrust his lean
muzzle to receive the caress of the hand
he knew so well. Perry stopped him
and carefully and critically examined
his knees, feeling down to the fetlocks
with searching fingers for the faintest
symptom of knot or swelling in the ten
dons that had played their part so
thoroughly in the drama of Monday
Satisfied, apparently, he rose and be-
slowed few hearty pats on the glossy
neck and shoulder, and then was sur
prised to find the stable sergeant stand
ing close beside him and regarding both
him and horse with an expression that
arrested Perry's attention at once.
Feeling all right again, sergeant?" he
asked, thinking to recall the non-com
missioned officer to his senses.
almost, sir I'm a trife stiff yet.
Anything wrong with Nolan, STRIP
Nothing. gave him rather tough
run the other day-had to risk the prai-
RE dog holes-and. though felt no jar
then, I've watched carefully ever since
to see that he was not wrenched wish
you would keep an eye on him too, will
your
There was no answer. Perry had been
looking over Nolan's launches as he
spoke. and once more turned to the SER
geant. To his establishment, Gwynne's
lips were twitching and quivering. his
hands, ordinarily held in the rigid pose
of the English service-extended along
the thigh-were clinching and working
nervously, and something suspiciously
like tear was creeping out from under
the patch. Before Perry could recover
from his surprise the sergeant suddenly
regained his self control. hastily raised
his hand in salute. saying something
half articulate in reply, and turned
sharply away, leaving his lieutenant
gazing after him in much perpIcyitT
That night. just after tattoo roll call
when a little gros p of officers was gath
cred at the coloneA's gate. they were sud-
denly joined by DR. Quin, who came
from the direction of the stable where he
kept his horse in rear of his own quar-
tiers. Col. Brainard greeted him warmly
and inquired after his patient at Dun
raven. Every one noted how grave and
subdued was the tone in which the doc
tor answered:
He is a very sick man, colonel, and
it is hard to say what will be the result
of this seizure"
"You may want to go down again.
doctor, if that be the case-before sick
call tomorrow, | mean; and you had