The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1907-12-05
CHAPTER XVII.
Trail of Silent Murphy

The young infantryman who had
been detailed for the important serv-
ice of telegraph operator sat in the
Cheyenne office, his feet on the rude
table, his face buried behind a news
paper.
Gould you inform me where
might find Silent Murphy, a govern
ment SCOUT"
The voice had the unmistakable ring
of military authority, and the soldier
operator instinctively dropped his feet
to the floor.
well, my lad, you are not dumb.
are your"
The telegrapher's momentary hest
tation vanished; his ambition to be.
come martyr to the strict laws Of
service secrecy was not sufficiently
strong to cause him to take the doubt
full chances of lie. He was here.
but has gone"
"Where?"
THE devil knows. He rode north,
carrying dispatches for Custer"
'When?"
OH, three Ut lOuT uOuTS ago.
- Hampton swore softly but fervent
,, behind his clinched teeth
Where is Custer?"
Don't know exactly. Supposed 70
be with Terry and Gibbons, some
where near the mouth of the Powder.
although he may have left there by
this time, moving down the Yellow
stone. Murphy's orders were to inter-
cept his column somewhere between
the Rosebud and the Big Horn. No
other scout along this border would
take such a detail But that old devil
of Murphy just enjoys such a trip.
He started off as happy as ever | see
him"
''How far will he have to rider"
"Oh, bout 800 miles as the crow
flies, a little west of north. and the
better part of the distance. they tell
me, it's almighty rough country for
night work. But then Murphy. he
knows the way all right. Sorry you
didn't come along a little earlier" he
said, genially. DO you know Muir
phy?"
I'm not quite certain, Did you
happen to notice peculiar black scar
on the back of his right hand?"
Sure; looks like the half Of pear.
He said it was powder under the ."
A new look of reviving dcte.a4 ma
ton swept into Hamptons gloomy
eyes-beyond doubt this must be his
man.
How many horses did he have??"
1.-TWO"
Did you overhear him say anything
definite about his plans for the trip"
What, him? He never talks, that
fellow. He can't do nothing but sput-
ter If he tries. But wrote out his Or
ders, and they give him to the 25th to
make the Big Horn. You wasn't plan
ming to strike Out after him, was
your"
Il might risk 1t if only thought l
could overtake him within two days;
my business is of some importance"
We'll, stranger, should reckon you
might do that with dog-gone goo
outfit. Murphy's sure to take thin 5
pretty easy to-day, and he's almc t
certain to follow the old mining tail
as far as the ford over the Belle
Fourche, and that's plain enough to
travel. Beyond that point the devil
only knows where he will 60, for then
is when his hard ridin' begins"
The moment the operator mentioned
that odd scar on Murphys hand, very
vestige of hesitation varnished Be-
4 yond any possibility of doubt he was
IN the right scent this time. ',urphy
was riding north upon a mis- ION as
desperate as ever man was called
upon to perform. The chance Of his
coming forth alive from thai Indian
haunted land was, as the operator
truthfully said, barely one out Of a
hundred. To the end, 10 the death If
need were, he would follow!
The memory Of his old Ilain craft
would not permit any neglect of the
few necessaries for the trip. He
bought without haggling over prices,
but insisted on the best. So it was
four in the afternoon when he finally
struck into the trail leading north
ward He rode a mettlesome, half
broken bronco, a wicked-eyed brute,
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