The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-04-03

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weather, an they've got so they ex-
pect it. The old man figures he'll
give 'em a surprise"
"a winter campaign?
"Why not? We can stand 1t If they
cam. O. course, I'm just guessin';
there's no leak at headquarters. But
Clusters up there" with a wave of the
hand to the north. "and they've got
the maps out"
What maps?"
Il only got a glimpse Of them out Of
the tail Of my eye, but l reckon they
was Of the kintry south of the Arkan-
sas, along the Cana liam"
Hamlin sat down beside him, staring
across the big DON
Then it's Black Kettle; his band Is
down on the Washita," he announced.
II hope it's true"
They're arrangin' supply depots,
anyhow; six companies of infantry are
Of cavalry en- the North Canadian
already. Wagon trains have been
haulin' supplies. There's some stiff
work ahead when the snow flies, or /
miss my guess"
Hamlin sat silent, thinking, and the
scout smoked quietly, occasionally
glancing toward his companion. Final
ly he spoke again, his voice barely
audible.
THAT little girl you sent in with III
Is here vet"
The Sergeant was conscious that his
cheeks famed, but he never looked
up.
Eyes, l saw her as we came in"
"She's asked me about You once or
twice; don't seem to forget what you
did for her."
Sorry to hear that"
mo, yer not; couldn't no man be
sorry to have a girl like that take an
interest in him. 'Tain't in human ne
ture. What did yer tell her about me?"
"Tell her!" surprised. why, l only
advised her to hang close to you If
anything happened. l didn't exactly
like the style of the Lieutenant"
"Thets wat / thought. Well, she's
done it, though tibet hasn't pried her
loose from Gaskins. He's hauntin' her
like a shadow. It's garrison talk
they're engaged, but I amt so sure
bout tibet. She an 1 hev got to be
pretty good friends, though o. course,
it's strictly on the quiet. l amt got
no invite to officers row yit. She's
asked me a lot bout you"
Interesting topic"
well, I reckon as how she thinks it
Is, enyhow. Yesterday she asked me
bout tibet scrimmage yer had down
on the Canadian. Shed heerd bout it
somehow, IN wanted the story
straight. So I told her all l knowed,
an yer oughter seed her eyes shine
while l wus sorter paintin' it up"
ooh, hell; let's drop it," dis%gustedly.
The Lieutenant here YETI"
Sure; his Company is down on
Monument, but he got special detail.
He's got a pull, Gaskins has"
"How Is that?"
His old man is Senator, or some
thing. an they say, has scads O.
money. Enyway, the kid finds the
army a soft snap. First scoutin' de-
tail he ever had when you met him.
Didn't hunt no danger then. so fur as l
could see. Nice little dude, with a
swelled head, but popular with the
ladies'. I reckon Mcdonald amt OBJ
iectin' none to his chasin' after Miss
Molly; thet's why he's let her stay in
this God-forsaken place 30 long. Well,
Brick 1 reckon I've told all the news,
and he'd better nov long"
Hold on a minute, SAM" and Ham
lin, suddenly recalled to earth, reached
Tor the haversack hanging on the iron
bedpost. "Moylan. the fellow who was
killed In the coach with us, had this
bag. According to Miss Mcdonald, he
bought 1t here just before starting
On the trip. See this inscription;
those are the initials of an old acquaint-
ance Of mine I'd like to trace. Any
!dea where Moylan found itr
WATSON held the bag to the light
studying the letters.
Fourth Texas-hey? That your
regiment?"
The Sergeant nodded, his lips tight
y pressed together.
Must hev come from Dutch
Charles OUTFIT" the scout went on
slowly. HE picks up all that sorter
truck"
Where is that?"
I'm town thar, under the bluff. Wen
look 1t up tomorrow"
CHAPTER XIV.
Under Arrest.
One by one the harrack i1hfa went