The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-10-07
|ADaughter
| Of the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING. |
Copyright, 1902. by The Hobart Company.
CHAPTER III.-CoNr1NUED.

"You're saved this time, you cur
of a Nick" were expurgated of un-
printable blasphemy, the exact words
of the selni-savage lord of the from
tier, but by the God that made us
both I'll get you before another
moon, dash dash you, and when I do
I'll cut out your blackguard heart
and eat it, Then bounding on his
pony, away he sped at mad gallop,
westward.
For moment no further word was
spoken. The officer presently helped
the soldier to his feet and stayed
him, for the latter's legs seemed
wobby. Field let his salvage get it's
breath before asking questions. Yet
he was puzzled, for the mans face
was strange to him. "Who are you?"
he asked, at length, land what on
earth are you doing out here this
time Of night??"
Kennedy, sir. Capt. Truscott's
troop, at Fort Beecher. / got in with
dispatches an hour ago
WHAT" cried Field. dispatches!
What did you do
Gave 'em to the major, sir. Beg
pardon; they was lookin' for the
adiutant, sir, an Sergt. Hogan said
he wasn't home"
Even in the moonlight the Irish
man saw the color fade from the
young officers face. The hand that
stayed him dropped nerveless. With
utter CONSERVATION in his big blue
eyes, Field stood for moment,
stunned and silent. Then the need of
instant action spurred him. 81 must
goat once" he said. You are all
right now-you can get back? You've
been drinking, haven't you?"
'"The majors health, sir-just q
sup or two"
1--WE no time now to listen to how
you came to be out here. I'll see
you by and by" But still the young
officer hesitated. One hand grasped
the rein of his horse. He half turned
to mount, then turned again. "Ken-
nedy," he faltered, you'd have been
dead man if we-if hadn't
reached you at that moment"
81 know it, SIR" burst in Pat, inn
l.
Hush, Kennedy, you must forget
forget that you saw-spoke with
me-forget that you saw or heard
any other soul on earth out here to-
night. Can you promise?"
'Ill cut my tongue out before 1
ever spalie the word that'll harm the
lieutenant, or the-the-or anyone he
says, sir. But never will [ forget!
1t amt in me, sir"
LET it go at that then. Here,
shake hands, Kennedy. Now, good
night" Another instant and Field
was in saddle and speeding away to-
ward the post where lights We're now
dancing about the quartermaster's
corral, and FREELY lamps We're fitting
down the slope toward the stables on
the flats. Rays men were already
up and doing. Slowly, stittly follow
ing, Pat Kennedy rubbed his aching
head, with hand that shook as
never did his resolution. His be-
wildered brain was puzzling over a
weighty problem. 1.-The lieutenant's
safe all right" he muttered, shut
what's gone wild the squaw that was
shoutin' Sioux at that murdherin'
buck?"
Meantime all Fort Frayne had
seemed to wake to life. No call had
sounded on the trumpet. No voice
had hesn raised, save the invariable
call of the sentries, passing from
post to post the half hours of the
night; but the stir at the guard
house, the hustle over at the bar
racks, the swift footsteps of SER
geants or orderlies on the plank
walk or resembling wooden galleries,
speedily reused first one sleeper, then
another, and blinds began to fly open
along the second-foor fronts, and
white-robcd forms to appear at the
windows, and inquiring voices, male
and female, hailed the passerby with
What's the matter, sergeant" and
the answer was all sufficient to rouse
the entire garrison.
Capt. Rays troop ordered out