"Blizzard coming," said Scott, as he glanced at the sullen skies, and Scott knew the Rockies as he did the Paymaster"s Manual.
"I report as old officer-of-the-day, sir," said Curbit, with brief salute, tendering the guard report book.
The colonel went straight to business, as he glanced over the list of prisoners.
"No sign of Trooper Rawdon?"
"No, sir. The patrol sent to search in town got back at reveille."
"His horse and kit all right?"
"All right, sir. Nothing missing that he was supposed to have."
"Police notified to watch all trains--and stages?"
"Yes, sir, and Sergeant Stowell, who commanded the paymaster"s escort, remains in town with a couple of men to help."
There was impressive silence in the office. The colonel sat with troubled brow, looking grimly over the roster of the guard, the written "remarks" of the officer-of-the-day, and the hours of his inspections of sentries, etc. Barker, the adjutant, had dropped into a chair, a few feet back of the fur-capped officers, and, though listening as bidden, was gloomily contemplating the frost-covered panes of the nearest north window.
Eight men had gone with Sergeant Stowell as escort to the paymaster when, nearly four weeks earlier, he had set forth on his trip. Then the little iron safe was full of money. Seven men had come back with him, when, as the safe was well nigh empty, the paymaster said he hardly needed an escort. Of the eight who started, four were "casuals" who belonged to companies stationed at Fort Frayne, well up in the Indian country, and there they remained when the duty was over. Of the seven who came with Stowell, three belonged at Fort Frayne, a corporal and two men of Captain Raymond"s troop, and they came fortified with the orders of their post commander, a copy of which was now in Barker"s hands.
"What I don"t understand," said the colonel, whirling his chair to the right about and addressing the paymaster, "is how or why those men should be down here."
"It _seems_ simple," answered Scott, placidly, he being entirely independent of the post commander. "From Frayne I had to go to the cantonments up along the Big Horn, and we doubled the size of the escort accordingly. When we got back there these three were permitted to come all the way, whether to buy Christmas things for the Frayne folk, or for affairs of their own, I didn"t inquire."
"To whom did you a.s.sign them for rations and quarters?" demanded the colonel, of Barker.
"Captain Snaffle, sir--"C" Troop."
"Are they there?--the others, at least?"
"Corporal Watts and Trooper Ames are there, sir. Trooper Rawdon, as you know, is not. He has not been seen about the quarters since some time last evening. Moreover, the few personal belongings he had are gone."
Again a pause. Then presently: "You arrested Kelly, I see, the man who was on Number Five."
"Yes, sir. Both Doctor Schuchardt and the steward said his sickness was due to drink. The sergeant and corporal-of-the-guard are willing to swear he was perfectly sober when they stationed him. The men say he hadn"t touched a drop of liquor for a month. He must have drunk after he was posted as sentry, for he vomited whiskey at the hospital. I believe he was doped."
"That he could get whiskey anywhere along back of the officers"
quarters," said the colonel, reflectively as well as reflecting, "is not improbable. That it should have been doped, judging from the way one or two have misbehaved, is not impossible. Captain Snaffle"s cook, it seems, was indulging some of her friends with a surrept.i.tious supper, at his expense. That, very possibly, is how Kelley came to grief. The others seem to have hidden their tracks thus far." Then, as though with sudden resolution, he turned abruptly again.
"The usual orders, for the present, captain," said he, to the new inc.u.mbent. "And you are relieved, Captain Curbit"--to the old. "But I shall need to see you later, so do not leave the post."
"The man that leaves the post this day," said Major Scott, with a squint through the upper and uninc.u.mbered panes of the nearest window, "may need a seven days" leave."
"And that, colonel," said a quiet voice at the commander"s elbow, "is what I applied for earlier. Pardon me, sir, but I need to know your decision, for I should now be going to town."
It was Captain Sumter who spoke, and the colonel flushed promptly at sound of his voice.
"I had intended sending for you, Sumter," said he, "but these rather engrossing matters had to be taken up first. I--have your application,"
he continued, fumbling among the papers on his desk. "It is an awkward time--and these are awkward circ.u.mstances. It will leave your troop without an officer."
"Mr. Lanier will be here, colonel."
"Here--but in close arrest," frowned the colonel, "and you haven"t had a first lieutenant since I have been in command."
"My misfortune, sir, but hardly my fault," answered Captain Sumter tersely yet respectfully. "General Sheridan selects his aides-de-camp where he will, and last month you thought it a compliment to the regiment and to my troop."
"You feel that--you _ought_ to go?" asked the colonel, dropping the subject like a hot brick, and resuming the previous question.
"Our guest, Miss Arnold, is in no condition to travel alone," said Captain Sumter gravely. "My wife decides to accompany her, at least to Chicago, and I desire to go with my wife."
The colonel bit his lip, and bowed. "I see," said he. "Miss Arnold was very much shaken by what happened--after she got home?"
"Rather by what happened _before_ she got home," was the calm yet suggestive reply, and it stung the commander to the quick.
"Captain Sumter," said he, flushing angrily, for no one of his officers held he in higher esteem, "your att.i.tude is that of opposition, if not of rebuke, to the official acts of the post commander."
"Then let me disclaim at once the faintest disrespect, Colonel b.u.t.ton, but--as Mr. Lanier"s troop commander and personal friend, I beg leave to say that so far as I know, his offense is one which his comrades have committed time and again, without rebuke."
"Which simply goes to show, sir," responded the colonel, with glittering eyes, "that you do not know the twentieth part of his offense."
For a moment the silence in the office was painful. Men looked at each other without speaking. Sumter stood before his commander, turning paler with the flitting seconds. At last he spoke:
"If that be true, Colonel b.u.t.ton, of course I cannot think of going. I withdraw my application;" and, turning slowly, left the office.
Between him and the adjutant flashed one quick glance. There was something to come yet. The officers-of-the-day had gone--Curbit to shed furs and sabre at his quarters and say "Thank G.o.d!" Snaffle, his junior in rank but senior in years, a veteran of the old dragoons, to plod wearily back towards the guard-house for a conference with Lieutenant Crane, commander-of-the-guard.
In the office of the sergeant-major the clerks were busily at work consolidating the morning reports of the ten companies--six of cavalry, four of infantry--stationed at the post. A note on that of Captain Snaffle had already caught the eye of the sergeant-major, who had bustled in to impart the tidings to his immediate superior, the adjutant, and was disappointed to find them known already.
Instead of carrying three enlisted men present as "casually at post,"
the "return" of Troop "C" had but two. Trooper Rawdon, whose horse, horse equipments, and field kit were safely stored in the troop-stables since noon the previous day, was himself accounted for nowhere. In view of the fact that he had not been seen, and could not be found, there was nothing remarkable about that. With the morning report book, however, there was handed in a copy of an order duly submitted by Corporal Watts to Snaffle"s first sergeant, and by him to his captain, which read as follows:
FORT FRAYNE, Wyoming, December 11, 1876.
S. O. } } (Extract) No. 81. }
3. On arriving with his detachment at Fort Cushing, and in compliance with the telegraphic instructions from Department Headquarters, Trooper G. P. Rawdon, Troop "L," --th Cavalry, is granted thirty days" furlough, at the expiration of which he will report to the commanding officer of Fort Cushing for transportation to his proper station.
By order of Lieutenant-Colonel Kent, DOUGLAS JERROLD, Second Lieut. --th Inf., Post Adjutant.
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