Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-02-26

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for Twin Buttes, four miles away, but
he didn't dare to start out He believed
every bit of the road was watched by
Indians in hopes of getting a scalp or
two Just wouldn't the young lady be
a prize?'
1t began to tell on the sergeant-major
after awhile, and he went in and scraped
the mating behind the adjutant's chair,
and said: That Teller sticks to his story,
sir, and seems nightly in earnest. He
says he has been with mining outfit in
the Medicine Bow, and they'd lit out
within the last three days-Indans were
Getting so thick and sassy"
well, here" said the adjutant, irri-
tably, Just wire to the agency and ask
if their bucks are all in or accounted
for They'll know-though they may lie,"
he added. refectively. and again dis
missed the matter as he conned over the
columns of the regmental returns. Half
past nine came before the answer. The
colonel Doled his head in from the hall
way
Billings, I'm going over to my quar-
ters; I'll come back by noon, and sign
those DaDers-why! What?"
| He broke off suddenly, for the sergeant
| major came running in with white face
! and yellow paper.
Good God. Billings, Hear this Agent
| at Red Cloud says: Indians were peace
ably on annual hunt when Wolf Robe
and Red Feather We're found near min
ing camp in Medicine Bow shot and
scalped. Scalping not the work of In
dams Think them killed by miners. In.
dams very angry and many are follow
ing murderers.'
Here, you!' shouted Billings. with his
body half out of the window. How far
uD stream We're the nearest signs, and
how many?" And at last the stranger
had prevailed
Nine or ten miles out Reckon as
many as forty ponies. They went into
the hills south Of the road"
And now came mounting in hot haste.
An orderly on a fleet horse was hidden
10 ride like mad for Boxelder Springs
TO ma MISS McCrea. and turn her back
10 horse!' rang out thrice on the trum-
petS ana veteran serSeants started across
the grassy parade on the run. The col
| ohei hastened to the post surgeons, and
McCrea came forth with him, his face
banched with dread the sweat starting
on his brow. Officers call was sounded
while the troop formed ranks and
double timed away to stables
Ihe colonel had his staff and chaplain
| with him in less than minute. McCrea
| was already in saddle and gone forth in
| pursuit. Captain Gregg and Lieutenant
Dana OF F troop We're jumping into
rlolhs dress as fast as tight breeches and
, boot legs would permit. The news was
over the post like wildfire, and women
| were speeding to the aid of Mrs Nc
| cta 70 Of
AND there was a man lately lying sicl,
| of a fever in the second story of tha
! bachelors quarters-sick of something
more than fever, if truth be told. for
ne mad learned to love bonny Bess Me-
| Crea before he had been at the post a
month, and being poor and precipitate
ana a gentleman, he mad declared himself
prematurely, and been gently, but firmly
refused. Had he been as wise as he was
fond he would have hung about her six
months or 50. kept her guessing" as
said some of the subalterns.
| "A fine physician was Captain and As
| slstant Surgeon Cranston, but he had
| neither found her heart nor could he heal
mis- own. And this blithe May morning.
SLOWLY resaining strength if not spirits,
! he lao peen seated at the open easement
| gazing out over the westward valley, He
watched Bess McCrea ride out to the
| north, watched her cross the river. far
! aaway.
What the mischief is that fellow rid.
| ing for? thought Cranston, as a soldier
tore away from the office end" of the
post and galoped like mad southwest on
the trail to Boxelder. That was the way
she" took at starting-"Hullo. To
morse. What on earth could that
mean! Again. Again! I4anguidly he
rose and weakly toddled to the front
room and saw the rush of troopers for
the stables and his own man came tear
ing homeward.
What is it, Smith?' he piped.
indians, sir-up the river, and Miss
McCrea $"
Good God. Saddle Santee at once"
yelled cranston, finding voice and vim
on the instant. No time for boots or
spurs or trim riding garb. Betting his
pistol to his slender waist, his blouse and
trousers Tapping loose about his wasted
figure. down the stairs he felt his way
and out into the glare and sunshine
20, please. captain, DR.. McCrea SAYS
- began the dismayed striker" tug
ginS at the ,girth 'That'll do-out of
the way! No. here, give me a lift.
quick. was all the answer such protest
won, and once on Santee's powerful back
strength, exhliration, WILL all seemed
to come, and the magnificent steed, re-
| Jolcing at again being out for a run.
bounded through the gateway light as a
deer. Away he swept down toward the
northward flats. No horse in 'F', troop
could run with Santee, and a mile set
tied It, Cranston closed with the SER