The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-11-04
ADaughter
Of the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
csu,ztshs. ,sae. by tn. Hobart Company.
CHAPTER vII.-CoSr1SuEp.

CHAPTER V1I.-CONTINUEn
There in a dozen places were signs
old Indian trailers read as they would
read an open book. Places where,
pivoting on the heel, heavy foot had
crushed right and left into the yield
ing soil of the roadway. making con-
centric, circular grooves and ridges
of sandy earth, where, earlier in he
morning. Dams and Harney's dainty
footprints were the only new i'm
pressions. For nearly so yards had
this obliterating process been carried
on, and in dozen spots, until the
road dipped over the rounding edge.
and, hard and firm now. went winding
down to the flats. Here Webb, with
Dade and Hay, returned, while Blake
meandered on, musing over what he
had been told. cts q government
heel, not a cowboys" had Hay said,
hopefully, of the print of that pivot
ing lump of leather.
THAT gives no clew to the wearcr,''
answered Blake. 'Our men often sell
their new boots, or give their old
ones, to these hangers-on about the
post. So far as I'm concerned, the
care with which the print has been
erased is proof to me that the major
saw just what he said. Somebody
about Hays place was mighty anx-
ious to cover his tracks,
But dozen "somebodies" besides
the stablemen hung there at all hours
of the day, infesting the broad We
randa, the barroom and stores, striv-
ing to barter the skin of coyote,
skunk or beaver, or, when they had
nothing to sell, pleading for an I'M
earned drink. Half dozen of these
furtivc, beetle-browed, swarthy sons
of the prairie lounged there now, as
turned, while Blake went on his way
exploring. With downcast eyes he
followed the road to and across a
sandy watercourse in the low ground,
and there, in two or three places
found the fresh imprint of that same
bar shoe, just as described by Webb.
Then with long, swift strides he
came stalking up the hill again. pass
ing the watchful eyes about the cor
raj without a stop, and only check
ing speed as he neared the home
stead of the Hays, where, once again,
he became engrossed in studying the
road and the hard pathways at the
side. Something that he saw, or fan
cied that he saw, perhaps n dozen
yards from the traders gate, induced
him to stop, scruGnize, turn, and,
with searching eyes, to cross dag
-onally tho road in the direction of the
stables, then again to retracc his
steps and return to the eastward
side. Just as he concluded his
search, and once more went briskly
on his way, a blithe voice hailed him
from an upper window, and the ra-
diant face and cleaning white teeth
of Nanettc Flower appeared between
the opening blinds. One might have
said he expected both the sight and
question::
"Lost anything, Capt. Blallc?"
Nothing but--n little time, Miss
Flower" was the prompt reply as,
without pause, the tall captain,
raising his forage cap, pushed swift
~ Ous DuU l. We 4odAu ooiiASphiASS
1nuttered he to himself, between his
set teeth, and within five minutes
more was again closcted with the
post commander
''You saw it?" asked Webb.
Eyes. Three or four places-down
in the arroyo. More than that
Where's Hay?" he broke off sudden
ly, for voices were sounding i'll the
adjoining room.
Here, with Dadc and the DOCTOR
"Then-" But Blake got no fur
Their. Breathlcss and eager, little
Sandy Ray came bounding through
the hallway into the presence of the
officers. He could hardly gasp his
news:
major, you told me to keep watch
and let you know. There's courier
coming-hard. Mother saw him
too, through the-spyglass. She says
they-see him. too at Stabber's-
and she's afraid"
Right" cried Webb. Quick
Blake; rush out half dozen men tc
meet him. Those devils may indeed
cut him off. Thank you, my little
man." he added, bending down and
patting The dark curly head, as Blake
went bounding away. THANK you