The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-08-29
Where is Custer

WHcT0 Is SuSteT.
Don't know exactly. Supposed to
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. Ne
other scout along this border would
lake such a detail. But that / devil
of a Murphy just enjoys such a trip.
He started on as happy as rel / see
him"
How far will he have to rides"
"Oh, bout 3oe miles as the crow
dies, 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 o quite certain. Did you
happen to notice a peculiar black scar
on the back of his right hand?"
Sure; looks like the half of a pear.
He aid it was powder under the skin"
A new look of reviving determina-
tion swept into Hampton's gloomy
eyes-beyond doubt this must be his
man.
How many horses did he have??"
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
max the Big Horn. You wasn't plan
ming to strike out after him, was
you?"
81 might risk 1t If 1 only thought I
could overtake him within two days;
my business is of some Importance"
We'll, stranger, 1 should reckon you
might do that with a dog-gone good
outfit. Murphy's sure to take things
pretty easy to-day, and he's almost
certain to follow the old mining trail
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 go, for then
Is when his hard ridin' begins"
The moment the operator mentioned
that odd scar on Murphy's hand, every
vestige of hesitation vanished. Be-
yond n possibility of doubt he was
on the right scent this time. Murphy
was riding north upon a. mission as
desperate as ever man was called
upon to perform. The chance of his
coming forth alive from hat Indian
haunted land was, as the operator
truthfully said, barely one out of a
hundred. To the end, to the death if
need Woro he W0uIdL fo1IoWf
The memory of his old plain craft
would not permit any neglect of the
few n~ecessaries 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
broker bronco, a wicked-eyed brute,
(which required to be conquered twice
within the first hour of travel; a Sec
ond n more quiet animal trailed be-
hind at the n of a lariat, bearing the
necessary equipment.
He had. by persistent questioning,
acquired considerable information, dur
ing that busy hour spent in Cheyenne,
b untracked regions lying
before him, as well as the character
and disposition of the man he pur-
sued. Both by instinct and training
he was able to comprehend those brief
hints that u prove of vast benefit
In the painless wilderness.
The night was already dark, put
stars were cleaning brilliantly over
head, and the trail remained easily
~traceable. It became terribly lonely
on that wilderness stretching away
for unknown leagues in every direc-
ton, yet Hampton scarcely noted this.
SO watchful was he lest he miss the
trail. To his judgment. Murphy would
not be likely to ride during the night
until after he had crossed the Fourche.
There was III reason to suspect that
there were any hostile Indians south
of that stream, and probably therefore
the old scout would endeavor to con-
serve his own strength and that of his
noFses. for the more perilous travel
beyond.
About midnight. the trail becoming
obscure, the rider made camp, conf
dent he must have already gained
heavily ON the man he pursued. He
lariated his horses and ainging him.
self down on some soft turf, almost
dropped asleep. He was
up again before daylight, and, after
a hasty meal, pressed On. The nature
of the country had changed consider
ably, becoming more broken, the view
circumscrfbed by towering cliffs n
deep rayines.
Late in the afternoon he refined up
his horse and gazed forward into a
broad valley, bounded with precipi-
tous bluffs. The trail led directly
down toward where a considerable
stream OF water shone silvery In the
sun. half concealed behind q fringe of
willows. And yonder, close in against
those distant willows. some black dots
were moving. Hampton glued his
anrfnus ayes To the glass The leveled