Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-04

sured me. and just now things are taking
such shape I-need you here"
You will permit me to appeal by wire.
sr?" queried Blakely. standing attention
in his bedraggled night garb. and forcing
himself to a semblance Of respect that he
was far from feeling.
Il will consult DR.. Graham and let you
know" was the captains awkward reply.
Two hours later Neil Blakely. in a motley
dress made up Of collections from the troop
and traders storeS-a combination costume
Of blue flannel shirt. bandanna kerchief.
cavalry trousers with machine made sad
die piece, Tonic mOccaSinS and leggingS.
fringed gauntlets and broad-brimmed
white felt hat. STROBE into the mess room in
quest of eggs and coffee. DOty had been
there and vanished. Sick call was sound
ing and Graham was stalking across the
parade in the direction of the hospital. too
far away to be reached by human voice.
unless uplifted to the pitch Of attracting
the whole garrison. The telegraph oper-
dozen messages scrawled by the lieutenant
orders on San Francisco furnishers for
the new outfit demanded by the occasion.
etc.-but Captain Cutler was still INJURED
within his own quarters. declining to see
Mr.. Blakely until ready TO come to the
office. Ahorah and his swarthy partner
were already gone. started even before
g." said the acting sergeant major, and
Blakely was Tuning with Impotence and
sense Of something much arniss. Doty was
obviously lodging him. there could be no
uouDt VI tndl, LOT the yOunSSter was De-
tween two fires the post commanders posi-
tive orders on one hand and Blakely's
urgent pleadings on the other.
Over at CO. Troops quarters was the
blanket. great coat and buiging saddle
bags. Over in co. Troops stables was
Deltchay-the lieutenants bronco charger.
ready fed and groomed, wondering why he
was kept In when the other horses were
out at Craze. With the saddle kit were
the troop carbine and revolver, Blakely's
personal arms being now but stockless
tubes of scared and bl,stered steel. Back
of &C. Troops quarters lolled half-breed
Mexican packer. tn brace of mules, one
grit with saddle. the other in shrouding
aparejo-diamondh itched. both borrowed
from the post trader with whom Blakely's
note of hand was good as government 4
per cent-all ready to follow the lieutenant
to the field whittier right and duty called
him: There. too was Nixon. the new
striker" new clad was his master and
full panoplied for the field. yet bemoan:ng
the loss of soldier treasures whose value
was never fully realized until they were
irrevocably gone. Six o'clock. G:30, 6:45 and
even sped by and still there came no
summons to join the soldier master. There
had come instead, when Nixon urged that
he be permitted to lead forth both his own
troop horse and Deltchay. the brief but
significant reply: "Shut yer CAB. Nixon.
There's no horse goes till the captain says
SOL"
At o'clock. at last the post commander
came forth from his doorway; saw across
the glaring level of the parade the form of
Mr.. Blakely impatiently pacing the veran-
da at the adjutant's office. and instead of
going tnither. as was his wont, Captain
Cutler turned the other way and strobe
swiftly to the hospital. where Graham met
him at the bedside of Trooper patient
Patrick Mullins. How Is he?" queried Cut
Ter.
"Sleeping-thank God-and not to be walk
ened.' was the Scotchman's answer. He
had a bad time of 1t during the fire."
What am to tell Blakely?" demanded
Cutler, seeking strength for his faltering
hand You're bound to help me now. Ora
ham,
Let him go and you may make 1t worse"
said the doctor. with a clamp of his gr:x-
zled jaws Hold him here and you're sure
to-"
Cant you. as post surgeon. tell him he