The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-10-14
IADaughterI
Of the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
Copyright, 1902, by The Hobart Company.
CHAPTER IV.-CoNTINuED.

"Well done, sergeant! 1 knew
could count on you," answered Webb,
in hearty commentator. Now, one
thing more. Go to "F'' troops quar-
ters and see how Kennedy is faring.
He came in with dispa tches from
Fort Beecher, and later drank more,
] fancy, than was good for him, for
which l assume all responsibility.
Keep him out of mischief this morn
ing"
II will, SIR said the sergeant, and,
ssaluting, turned away while Webb
went back to set dismantlcd pantry
in partial order, against the appear
4ance OF his long-suffering housekeep-
~er, whose comments he dreaded as
he did those of no inspector genera.
in the army.
Ten minutes more and the sergeant
was back again.
Sir, have to report that Trooper
Kennedy has not been seen about the
quarters" said he
Then try the stables, sergeant"
answered the veteran campaigner,
and thither would Schneider next
Z.
And. sure enough, there was Kennedy,
with rueful face and maudlin
romaunt about a moonlit meeting
with swarm of painted Sioux, over
which the stable guard were making
merry and stirring the troopers soul
to wrath ungovernable.
Il can prove ut" he howled, to the
accompaniment of clinching fists and
bellicosc lunges at the laughing tor
mentor nearest him. ~ can whip
the hide off'n the scut that SAYS |
didn't. Ask Lootn't Field, beiabers!
He saw it. Ask-Oh, Mother of God!
what's this I'm sayin ?"-And there,
with stern, rebuking gaze, stood the
man they knew and feared, every soul
of them, as they did no commissioned
soldier in the til, Sergeant Schrei-
Der, the redoubtable, and Schneider
had heard the insane and damaging
boast.
"Come with me, Kennedy" was all
he said, and Kennedy snatched his
battered felt hcadgear down over his
eyes and tackled woefully after his
swift-striding master, without ever
another word.
But it was to his own room Schrei-
Der took the unhappy Irishman, not
to the quarters of company "F." He
had heard words that, coupled with
others that fell through the darkness
on his keenly listening ears some two
hours earlier, had given him cause
for painful thought. Gle down here,
Kennedy. Pull off your boots,' said
he, "and if you open your fool head
to any living soul until l give you
leave, Ply Gott-I'll gill you'll 1t was
Schreibcr's way, like Marryatt's IA
NOUS boatswain, to begin his admo-
nitions in exact English, and then,
as wrath overcame him, to lapse into
dialect.
1t was but a few minutes after
seven when Maj. Webb, having pre-
viously dispatched a messenger to
the post traders to say he had need
to see Mr.. Hay as soon as possible,
mounted his horse and, followed Ey
Sergeant Schneider and an orderly,
rode quietly past the guard-house,
touching his hat to the shouted
''Turn out the guard-commandin
officer" of the sentry on Number One.
Mr.. Hay was dressing hurriedly,
4 said the servant, so Webb babe
Schneider and the orderly ride slow
ly down to the flats and await him
at the forks of the road. 1t was but
five minutes before Hay appeared,
pulling on his coat as he shot from
the door, but even before he came
the major had been carefully, eau
tiously scanning the blinds of the