"Ordered right on, lieutenant, to meet Number Five at Beaver Switch."
"Then it"s a case of all aboard for those bound eastward. We"ll hear the rest when you return from furlough, Rawdon"--for now the young man was trying to speak instead of seeking to speed away. "I did my best to be in time for the ceremony, Mrs. Rawdon," continued Ennis, gallant and impressive, as he swung her suddenly aboard, "but with my usual luck I lost the chance to kiss the bride."
For answer she quickly turned, flung her arms about his neck, and her warm lips swept his cheek. "One for you, Mr. Ennis," she cried, and then again, "and this--for Mr. Lanier!"
XI
Friday again, and late in the day, and Bob Lanier"s arrest lacked but a few hours of its first full week, and Bob was in bandages and bed in a sunny room of the hospital. Ennis, after a long night in saddle and a short "spat" with the colonel, was taking a much needed nap. Stannard and his wife had gone down to Doctor Mayhew"s to meet Mrs. Osborn, who had come to spend the afternoon. Paymaster Scott was up and about, and, in his independent way, had been saying unrelishable things to b.u.t.ton, who was in most peppery frame of mind. A wire had come from department headquarters to say an inspector would follow. "Instead of ordering a general court to try Lieutenant Lanier, they have ordered a colonel out to try me, by gad!" said b.u.t.ton. "For that"s just what it all amounts to."
And of all colonels to investigate matters at Cushing, there wasn"t one in the army b.u.t.ton would not rather have had than the very one who was coming--bluff, blunt, rasping old Riggs, best known to fame and Fort Cushing, as "Black Bill."
"Why," said b.u.t.ton, to Scott, "this sending one field officer of cavalry to sit in judgment on the official deeds of another is nothing short of--of infamous, and I"m amazed at Crook"s doing it."
"It ain"t Crook," said Scott, not without a little malicious delight in b.u.t.ton"s disgust. "He"s away up at Washakie, and of course his adjutant general don"t want to act or even advise until he knows all about it.
You"ve seen fit to charge Lanier with all manner of things, and I don"t wonder headquarters are staggered."
"But--_Bill Riggs_--to come and overhaul _my_ regiment, when it"s notorious he never could command even a two-company camp without having everybody by the ears! Such men aren"t fit to be inspectors!"
Indeed, there was much to warrant poor b.u.t.ton"s disgust. He had preferred most serious charges against Lanier. He had accused him of quitting camp on campaign, quitting his guard in garrison, quitting his quarters when in arrest, failing to quit himself of a money obligation, drinking and consorting with enlisted men, and in his letter of transmittal he had intimated that there were other misdeeds he might yet have to uncover. All, said b.u.t.ton, on the information of veteran officers and sergeants of the regiment--notably Captains Curbit and Snaffle, Lieutenants Crane and Trotter, Sergeants Whaling and Fitzroy--and now here were both medical officers, both of his majors, two of his best captains, seven of his subalterns, and nine-tenths of the women folk at Fort Cushing taking sides with Lanier and issue with him--their colonel and commander. And here, too, were Lieutenant and Mrs. Foster, highly connected, influential, wealthy, insisting that his most active and important witness, the unimpeachable Sergeant Fitzroy, had corrupted their coachman, run off with their sleigh, and ruined (this was Mrs. Foster) their horses.
Foster, first lieutenant of Snaffle"s troop, seldom on speaking terms with his captain, had discovered the deed at morning stables just five minutes before the aggrieved sergeant drove in with the missing property _and_ Lieutenant Ennis as escort. Foster was in a fury over it, the more so because Fitzroy had maintained, respectfully enough but most stubbornly, that the circ.u.mstances were such that he felt justified in making immediate use of any property under his care or charge, that he would explain everything to his captain and the colonel, but begged to be excused in the lieutenant"s present frame of mind from arguing the matter with him.
And the story Snaffle told b.u.t.ton before Foster could reach him went far to strengthen Fitzroy"s position. Snaffle said that so far from Fitzroy"s corrupting the coachman, the boot should be on the other foot, were Fitzroy corruptible--that Foster would find his coachman a double-dyed liar when he came to the truth of that runaway the night of the dance--that Foster"s sleigh and carriage and driving horses had no right in a Government stable anyhow--were only there on sufferance (which was true, for Foster kept saddlers besides--all the law allowed him)--and that under the circ.u.mstances, when, as was well known, at least twenty officers and troopers on Government mounts had gone forth at night in violation of standing orders, without the commanding officer"s knowledge or consent--all on the plea of rescuing Mayhew"s daughter, Lieutenant Foster ought to be ashamed of himself for abusing Fitzroy for taking the sleigh in hopes of having a warm nest to fetch the poor girl home in as soon as he"d found her. "Sure, did Mr. Ennis expect her to ride back on his cantle on so bitter a night? Faith, Fitzroy was worth the whole pack of "em put together, if they"d only let him alone."
And that, at nine o"clock, when Ennis was sent for, was the colonel"s way of looking at it. Moreover, he had a rasp up his sleeve for our ma.s.sive young friend on half a dozen other counts.
"In point of fact, Mr. Ennis, that girl has simply fooled the whole party and is probably laughing at all of you. A girl that will run away without a word or line to her father, and marry an out-and-out adventurer--a mere n.o.body--has neither heart nor head anyhow. And now you"ve interfered in a matter of discipline just as Mr. Lanier did, and I gave _you_ credit for better sense. You know I had ordered that fellow"s arrest."
Ennis took it all, all this and more, in grave silence and subordination. He would have gone without a word, but b.u.t.ton would not so have it. b.u.t.ton demanded his reasons, and began hitting back before Ennis had named even two. This brought on the "spat," as Barker irreverently described it, and left the colonel in no judicial mood in which to see Stannard, Sumter, and others, as see them he had to in course of the day.
But flatly he swore that Sergeant Fitzroy should not go in arrest. It was only too clear they sought to make a victim of him.
And so all Fort Cushing seemed in turmoil and trouble as the sun of the 23d went out and "Black Bill" came in, yet that sun must have been potent, for Mrs. Stannard"s face, as homeward she sped, after a long talk with Mrs. Osborn, was radiant with sunshiny smiles. "You"re not to know anything yet, Luce, at least until you get it from Doctor Mayhew, for you never could keep it, and for a week at least it"s got to be kept."
"Well, one thing you _can_ tell," said the major, "that is, if you know, and put a stop to an awful amount of censure that poor girl"s getting.
Why did she leave no word for her father?"
"Because she expected to be home in two hours;" and the reader can judge just how full and satisfactory must that answer have been.
But were matters mending for Mr. Lanier? was the question still troubling Mrs. Stannard. Neither Kate nor Miriam had she seen since the night of the fire. Miriam Arnold was confined to her room. Kate Sumter would not leave her, and yet over these two devoted friends there still hovered a spell. The mutual trust and faith seemed shaken. The old confidence or intimacy was gone.
Now, whatever Mrs. Osborn had told that so cheered Mrs. Stannard, it is certain the latter could not contain herself long, and that, even as the major was summoned, toward nine of the evening, to join the solemn conclave at the colonel"s (where by this time b.u.t.ton had opened proceedings by giving "Black Bill" the best dinner a frontier larder and cellar afforded), she bustled over to the Sumters", was delightedly welcomed by her friend and neighbor, whose husband, too, had been called to council, and presently these two sages were in confidential chat.
To them presently entered the captain, electric, bristling. He wanted the bundle of latest newspapers. They had not half read them, and Colonel b.u.t.ton was all eagerness to see some articles concerning the campaign about which Riggs had been twitting him--asking him whom he had subsidized at this late hour to rescue his reputation, etc. Riggs had seen three long, well-written letters in the great New York _Morning Mail_, obviously the work of a correspondent on the spot, an eye-witness to the scenes he had described, and these letters refuted the calumnies recently heaped on b.u.t.ton and his comrades--gave him, in fact, high praise for soldiership, bravery, energy, even though the writer owned himself by no means one of the colonel"s circle, if, indeed, one of his personal friends and admirers. Only the Sumters, at Cushing, subscribed for the _Morning Mail_. Riggs had seen the paper at Omaha. It took a search of some minutes before even the first was found. Then Sumter"s eyes danced as he read, and Mrs. Sumter exclaimed over another, and for the first time in a week sounds of cheer arose in that little home.
Presently Mrs. Stannard read aloud a spirited, stirring paragraph, describing a dash led by Lieutenant Lanier, and then Sumter made a swoop for all three pages and said, "The quicker b.u.t.ton can see these the sooner he"ll come to his senses," and begging pardon for the rudeness, took the papers and his leave and almost collided with Kate, who at sound of the name and the glad ring of the voices had crept down-stairs for the news.
And so she had to come in and see Mrs. Stannard, and hear some few at least of the details of Dora Mayhew"s romantic, runaway marriage, and while they were being told tattoo was sounded, and then Mrs. Stannard asked if she might not creep up-stairs and see Miriam; she thought she might cheer her a bit. This left mother and daughter alone together, and again, and even more painfully, Mrs. Sumter noted how sad and unresponsive was Kate at mention of Lanier.
It must have been nearly an hour later when Sumter came hurriedly in, threw his furs off in the hall, and with troubled face re-entered the parlor. His wife rose instantly, laid her head upon his arm, and asked, "What has happened?"
"A scene the like of which I never thought to hear of in this regiment.
We had adjourned to the office. Snaffle had been drinking a bit and got angered and fl.u.s.tered when Riggs cross-examined him. One thing led to another, and finally in exasperation he blurted out, "I"m sick of being called the accuser of Mr. Lanier. By G.o.d, I"ve defended him! I"ve hidden worse things than ever I told you yet, and now I"ll stand it no longer!
You twit me with spying and slandering. Then by all that"s holy, you shall say here and now who"s the better man. "T was Lieutenant Lanier himself that leapt from the window this night a week ago--the back upper window of Sumter"s quarters. That"s how his hand was cut and torn, and I"ve got three men that"ll swear to it!""
He broke off suddenly, for Kate had turned, flung herself from the room and into the arms of Mrs. Stannard. One long look into the sorrowful eyes of his wife, and Sumter quickly followed, and drew the sobbing girl from those kind arms into his own.
"My child, my child," he said, "surely you did not _see_ him?"
"No! No! No!" was the instant answer. "No!" again she sobbed.
"Then tell me what it means, Kate, daughter. It is--I demand it!"
"Oh, father, father--it was--it was what I _heard_--when she screamed--and fell?"
"_What_ did you hear?"
"The other voice--_his_ voice. It said plainly, "Miriam, hush! Don"t you know me?""
XII
"Bob," said Mr. Ennis, sauntering in to his comrade"s bedside the following morning, "I"m instructed to pay you a kiss."
Lanier"s bandaged head spun on the pillow. He had but one girl in his mind.
"Wh--who?" he demanded.
Ennis threw his head back and laughed. "Nine times out of ten when a fellow is asked, "will you take it now or wait till you get it?" he"s wise to take it now. If _I"m_ any judge, I should say you"d better wait till you can get it, which may be in less than a week."
"Ennis, if you can quit being an a.s.s long enough to tell me what you mean, and where you"ve been, I"ll thank you. If you can"t, I wish you"d get out. _Ugashe!_" concluded Bob, with a lapse into Apache and the pillow.
"Well, it probably isn"t just the kiss you were thinking of--no more was when I got it--but, Robert, my son and fellow soldier, it"s my recorded conviction that the most enviable member of the regiment this day of our Lord is your twin trooper friend Rawdon. I saw him off on his wedding tour, and he _didn"t_ have on your clothes."
Lanier"s head popped up in an instant--the one visible eye all eager interest. "_Where_ were they married? _When_ did they get off? Was Lowndes there?" were the questions that flew from his lips.
"Arena. On Number Six. Don"t know," was the categorical answer. "Rawdon brought the parson out from Omaha, and the Osborns gave her away. Of Lowndes I"ve seen nothing since the night you staked him at Laramie, and what I"ve heard of him you refused to listen to. Of that callow specimen of the effete and ultra-refined Back Bay District you"ve long since had my opinion. He"s too good and gentle for this Western world of ours, Bob, and he and his shuddering kinsfolk suffer too much by contamination----"
"Oh, shut up, Dad! His people _did_ wire him that his mother was desperately ill. They merely wanted to get him away from the campaign.
He"d been gambling, the pesky little fool, with some of the Rawhide crowd, was all out of cash and dared not tell his guardian. That"s all there was to it. Soon"s he gets his money he"ll square up--thought perhaps he _had_, since Rawdon had enough to marry on. Lowndes owed _him_ ten times what he owed me, I reckon."
To them, thus engrossed in confidential chat, there suddenly entered the two doctors. "Black Bill," the inspector, it seems, had given notice that he must needs have speech with the culprit, if that bandaged, blistered, and unprincipled young man were in condition to see him.
"Black Bill" and his host had been having a night of it. b.u.t.ton was in high fettle over the amazingly truthful and unlooked-for articles in the _Mail_, and as eager to know and reward their author as he had been to apprehend and punish the earlier detractor. b.u.t.ton had begun to "wobble," as Bill expressed it, in his spleen against Lanier until so suddenly "braced" by the truculent stand of Captain Snaffle, whose half-drunken words the previous night were by this time known all over the post.