"Captain Wren, sir," said the young officer at once, "begs to be allowed to see Colonel Byrne this evening. He states that his reasons are urgent."
"Captain Wren shall have every opportunity to see Colonel Byrne in due season," was the answer. "It is not to be expected that Colonel Byrne will see him until after he has seen the post commander. Then it will probably be too late," and that austere reply, intended to reach the ears of the applicant, steeled the Scotchman"s heart against his commander and made him merciless.
The "conference of the powers" was indeed protracted until long after 10.30, yet, to Plume"s surprise, the colonel at its close said he believed he would go, if Plume had no objection, and see Wren in person and at once. "You see, Plume, the general thinks highly of the old Scot. He has known him ever since First Bull Run and, in fact, I am instructed to hear what Wren may have to say. I hope you will not misinterpret the motive."
"Oh, not at all--not at all!" answered the major, obviously ill pleased, however, and already nettled that, against all precedent, certain of the Apache prisoners had been ordered turned out as late as 10 P. M. for interview with the agent. It would leave him alone, too, for as much as half an hour, and the very air seemed surcharged with intrigue against the might, majesty, power, and dominion of the post commander. Byrne, a soldier of the old school, might do his best to convince the major that in no wise was the confidence of the general commanding abated, but every symptom spoke of something to the contrary. "I should like, too, to see Dr. Graham to-night," said the official inquisitor ere he quitted the piazza to go to Wren"s next door. "He will be here to meet you on your return," said Plume, with just a bit of stateliness, of ruffled dignity in manner, and turned once more within the hallway to summon his smiling Chinaman.
Something rustling at the head of the stairs caused him to look up quickly. Something dim and white was hovering, drooping, over the bal.u.s.trade, and, springing aloft, he found his wife in a half-fainting condition, Elise, the invalid, sputtering vehemently in French and making vigorous effort to pull her away. Plume had left her at 8.30, apparently sleeping at last under the influence of Graham"s medicine.
Yet here she was again. He lifted her in his arms and laid her upon the broad, white bed. "Clarice, my child," he said, "you _must_ be quiet. You must not leave your bed. I am sending for Graham and he will come to us at once."
"I _will_ not see him! He _shall_ not see me!" she burst in wildly.
"The man maddens me with his--his insolence."
"Clarice!"
"Oh, I mean it! He and his brother Scot, between them--they would infuriate a--saint," and she was writhing in nervous contortions.
"But, Clarice, how?"
"But, monsieur, no!" interposed Elise, bending over, gla.s.s in hand.
"Madame will but sip of this--Madame will be tranquil." And the major felt himself thrust aside. "Madame must not talk to-night. It is too much."
But madame would talk. Madame would know where Colonel Byrne was gone, whether he was to be permitted to see Captain Wren and Dr. Graham, and that wretch Downs. Surely the commanding officer must have _some_ rights. Surely it was no time for investigation--_this_ hour of the night. Five minutes earlier Plume was of the same way of thinking. Now he believed his wife delirious.
"See to her a moment, Elise," said he, breaking loose from the clasp of the long, bejeweled fingers, and, scurrying down the stairs, he came face to face with Dr. Graham.
"I was coming for you," said he, at sight of the rugged, somber face.
"Mrs. Plume--"
"I heard--at least I comprehend," answered Graham, with uplifted hand.
"The lady is in a highly nervous state, and my presence does not tend to soothe her. The remedies I left will take effect in time. Leave her to that waiting woman; she best understands her."
"But she"s almost raving, man. I never knew a woman to behave like that."
"Ye"re not long married, major," answered Graham. "Come into the air a bit," and, taking his commander"s arm, the surgeon swept him up the starlit row, then over toward the guard-house, and kept him half an hour watching the strange interview between Mr. Daly, the agent, and half a dozen gaunt, glittering-eyed Apaches, from whom he was striving to get some admission or information, with Arahawa, "Washington Charley," as interpreter. One after another the six had shaken their frowsy heads. They admitted nothing--knew nothing.
"What do you make of it all?" queried Plume.
"Something"s wrang at the reservation," answered Graham. "There mostly is. Daly thinks there"s running to and fro between the Tontos in the Sierra Ancha country and his wards above here. He thinks there"s more out than there should be--and more a-going. What"d you find, Daly?" he added, as the agent joined them, mechanically wiping his brow.
Moisture there was none. It evaporated fast as the pores exuded.
"They know well enough, d.a.m.n them!" said the new official. "But they think I can be stood off. I"ll nail "em yet--to-morrow," he added.
"But could you send a scout at once to the Tonto basin?" and Daly turned eagerly to the post commander.
Plume reflected. Whom could he send? Men there were in plenty, dry-rotting at the post for lack of something to limber their joints; but officers to lead? There was the rub! Thirty troopers, twenty Apache Mohave guides, a pack train and one or, at most, two officers made up the usual complement of such expeditions. Men, mounts, scouts, mules and packers, all, were there at his behest; but, with Wren in arrest, Sanders and Lynn back but a week from a long prod through the Black Mesa country far as Fort Apache, Blakely invalided and Duane a boy second lieutenant, his choice of cavalry officers was limited. It never occurred to him to look beyond.
"What"s the immediate need of a scout?" said he.
"To break up the traffic that"s going on--and the rancherias they must have somewhere down there. If we don"t, I"ll not answer for another month." Daly might be new to the neighborhood, but not to the business.
"I"ll confer with Colonel Byrne," answered Plume guardedly. And Byrne was waiting for them, a tall, dark shadow in the black depths of the piazza. Graham would have edged away and gone to his own den, but Plume held to him. There was something he needed to say, yet could not until the agent had retired. Daly saw,--perhaps he had already imbibed something of the situation,--and was not slow to seek his room. Plume took the little kerosene lamp; hospitably led the way; made the customary tender of a "night-cap," and polite regrets he had no ice to offer therewith; left his unwonted guest with courteous good-night and cast an eye aloft as he came through the hall. All there was dark and still, though he doubted much that Graham"s sedatives had yet prevailed. He had left the two men opposite the doorway. He found them at the south end of the piazza, their heads together. They straightened up to perfunctory talk about the Medical Director, his drastic methods and inflammable ways; but the mirth was forced, the humor far too dry. Then silence fell. Then Plume invaded it:
"How"d you find Wren--mentally?" he presently asked. He felt that an opening of some kind was necessary.
"Sound," was the colonel"s answer, slow and sententious. "Of course he is much--concerned."
"About--his case? Ah, will you smoke, colonel?"
"About Blakely. I believe not, Plume; it"s late."
Plume struck a light on the sole of his natty boot. "One would suppose he would feel very natural anxiety as to the predicament in which he has placed himself," he ventured.
"Wren worries much over Blakely"s injuries, which accident made far more serious than he would have inflicted, major, even had he had the grounds for violence that he thought he had. Blakely was not the only sufferer, and is not the only cause, of his deep contrition. Wren tells me that he was even harsher to Angela. But that is all a family matter." The colonel was speaking slowly, thoughtfully.
"But--these later affairs--that Wren couldn"t explain--or wouldn"t."
Plume"s voice and color both were rising.
"Couldn"t is the just word, major, and couldn"t especially--to you,"
was the significant reply.
Plume rose from his chair and stood a moment, trembling not a little and his fingers twitching. "You mean--" he huskily began.
"I mean this, my friend," said Byrne gently, as he, too, arose, "and I have asked Graham, another friend, to be here--that Wren would not defend himself to you by even mentioning--others, and might not have revealed the truth even to me had he been the only one cognizant of it. But, Plume, _others_ saw what he saw, and what is now known to many people on the post. Others than Wren were abroad that night. One other was being carefully, tenderly brought home--_led_ home--to your roof. You did not know--Mrs. Plume was a somnambulist?"
In the dead silence that ensued the colonel put forth a pitying hand as though to stay and support the younger soldier, the post commander.
Plume stood, swaying a bit, and staring. Presently he strove to speak, but choked in the effort.
"It"s the only proper explanation," said Graham, and between them they led the major within doors.
And this is how it happened that he, instead of Wren, was pacing miserably up and down in the gathering dawn, when the sentry startled all waking Sandy with his cry for the corporal. This is how, far ahead of the corporal, the post commander reached the alarmed soldier, with demand to know the cause; and, even by the time he came, the cause had vanished from sight.
"Apaches, sir, by the dozen,--all along the edge of the _mesa_,"
stammered No. 5. He could have convinced the corporal without fear or thought of ridicule, but his voice lacked confidence when he stood challenged by his commanding officer. Plume heard with instant suspicion. He was in no shape for judicial action.
"Apaches!" This in high disdain. "Trash, man! Because one sentry has a scuffle with some night prowler is the next to lose his nerve? You"re scared by shadows, Hunt. That"s what"s the matter with you!"
It "brought to" a veteran trooper with a round turn. Hunt had served his fourth enlistment, had "worn out four blankets" in the regiment, and was not to be accused of scare.
"Let the major see for himself, then," he answered st.u.r.dily. "Come in here, you!" he called aloud. "Come, the whole gang of ye. The concert"s beginning!" Then, slowly along the eastward edge there began to creep into view black polls bound with dirty white, black crops untrammeled by any binding. Then, swift from the west, came running footfalls, the corporal with a willing comrade or two, wondering was Five in further danger. There, silent and regretful, stood the post commander, counting in surprise the score of scarecrow forms now plainly visible, sitting, standing, or squatting along the _mesa_ edge. Northernmost in view, nearly opposite Blakely"s quarters, were two, detached from the general a.s.sembly, yet clinging close together--two slender figures, gowned, and it was at these the agent Daly was staring, as he, too, came running to the spot.
"Major Plume," cried he, panting, "I want those girls arrested, at once!"
CHAPTER VIII
"APACHE KNIVES DIG DEEP!"