They were having an anxious day of it at Laramie. Early in the morning a brace of ranchmen, still a-tremble from their experiences of the night, made their way into the post and told gruesome stories of the doings of the Indians at Eagle"s Nest and beyond. The Cheyenne stage, they said, was "jumped," the driver killed, and the load of pa.s.sengers burned alive in the vehicle itself. There might have been only fifty warriors when they fought Lieutenant Blunt and his party in the Chug Valley, but they must have been heavily re-enforced, for there were two hundred of them at the least count when they swept down upon the little party of heroes at the stage station. They fought them like tigers, said the ranchmen, but they would probably have burned the building over their heads and "roasted the whole outfit" had it not been that the coming of the stage had diverted their attention. These were the stories with which the two worthies had entertained the guard and other early risers pending the appearance of the commanding officer; and these were the stories that, in added horrors and embellishments, spread throughout the garrison, through kitchen to breakfast-room, as the little community began to make its appearance down-stairs. Major Miller, a veteran on the frontier, had taken the measure of his informants in a very brief interview. Aroused by the summons of Lieutenant Hatton, to whom as officer of the day the guard had first conducted these harbingers of woe, the major had shuffled down-stairs in shooting-jacket and slippers, and cross-examined them in his dining-room. Both men looked wistfully at the br.i.m.m.i.n.g decanter on his sideboard, and one of them "allowed" he never felt so used up in his life; so the kind-hearted post commander lugged forth a demijohn and poured out two stiff noggins of whiskey, refreshed by which they retold their tale. Miller "gave them the rein" for five minutes and then cross-questioned, as a result of which proceeding he soon dismissed them to the barracks and breakfast, and announced to Hatton and the adjutant that there would be no change in the orders,--he didn"t believe one-fourth of their story. The stage, he said, wasn"t due at Eagle"s Nest until four o"clock in the morning, and these men had declared it burned at three. It was utterly improbable that it came farther than Phillips"s crossing of the Chugwater, where it was due at midnight, and where long before that time all the hands at the station had been warned, both by couriers and fugitives, that the Indians were swarming up the valley. They had cut the telegraph-wire, of course, on striking the road, early in the afternoon, and it was impossible to tell just how things had been going; but he was willing to bet that the stage was safe, despite the a.s.sertions of the ranchmen that they had seen the blaze and heard the appalling shrieks of the victims. The major"s confidence, however, could not be shared by the dozen houses full of women and children whose closest protectors were far away on the fields where duty called them. Laramie was filled with white, horror-stricken faces and anxious eyes, as the ladies flitted from door to door before the call for guard-mounting, and "boomed" the panic-stricken ranchmen"s story until it reached the proportions of a wholesale ma.s.sacre and an immediately impending siege of the fort by Red Cloud and all his band. Women recalled the fearful scene at Fort Phil Kearney in 1866, when the same old chieftain, Mach-pe-a-lo-ta, surrounded with a thousand warriors the little detachment of three companies and butchered them within rifle range of the trembling wives and children at the post; and so by the time the story reached the doctor"s kitchen it had a.s.sumed the dimensions of a colossal tragedy.
They were just gathering in the breakfast-room,--Nellie a trifle pale and weary-looking, the doctor and Holmes a bit the worse for having sat up so late and smoked so many cigars, but disposed to be jovial and youthful for all that. Coffee was not on the table, and Robert failed to respond to the tinkling of the little silver bell. Then sounds of woe and lamentation were heard in the rear, and the doctor impatiently strode to the door and shouted for his domestics. Robert responded, his kinky wool bristling as though electrified and his eyes fairly starting from their sockets; he was trembling from head to foot.
"What"s the matter, you rascal, and why do you not answer the bell?"
angrily demanded his master.
But it was "the Johnsons" Winnie" who responded. She had doubtless been going the rounds, and was only waiting for another chance to make a dramatic _coup_. Rushing through the kitchen, she precipitated herself into the breakfast-room. "Oh, Miss Nellie," she sobbed, "there"s drefful news. The Indians burned the stage with everybody in it, and they"ve shot Captain Terry and Mr. McLean an" all the soldiers with "em, an"----"
"Silence, you babbling idiot!" shouted Dr. Bayard. "Stop your fool stories, or I"ll----"
"But it"s G.o.d"s truth, doctor. It"s G.o.d"s truth," protested Winnie, desperately determined to be defrauded of no part of her morning"s sensation. "Ask anybody. Ask the sergeant of the guard. Yo" can see the men what brought the news yo"self."
"Pardon me, doctor," interrupted Mr. Holmes, in calm, quiet tones.
"This has been too much of a shock for Miss Bayard, I fear." And already he was by her side, holding a gla.s.s of water to her pallid lips. The doctor pointed to the door.
"Leave the room, you pestilence in petticoats!" he ordered. "Go!" And, having accomplished her desire to create a sensation, though balked of the full fruition of the promised enjoyment, Winnie flew to "Bedlam,"
where she only prayed that Celestine might not be before her with the news. Meantime, Dr. Bayard had turned to his daughter. His first impulse was to reprove her for her ready credence of the story set afloat by so notorious a gabbler as the Johnsons" "second girl." One glance at Elinor"s pale features and drooping mien changed his disposition in a trice. Anxiously he stepped to her side, and his practised hand was at her pulse before a word of question was uttered.
Then he gently raised her head.
"Look up, daughter! Why, my little girl, this will never do! I don"t believe a word of this absurd story, and you must not let yourself be alarmed by such fanciful pictures. Come, dear! Mr. Holmes will excuse you this morning. Let me get you to your room. Will you kindly touch that bell, Holmes, and send Chloe to me? I"ll rejoin you in a moment.
Come, Nell?"
And half leading, half carrying, he guided her from the room and up the stairs, while Holmes, with grave and thoughtful face, stood gazing after them. It was some time before the doctor reappeared, even after Chloe joined him in the chamber of her young mistress. When he did the breakfast was cold, and both men were too anxious to get the true story to care whether they breakfasted or not. Each took a swallow of coffee, then hastened forth.
"That poor little girl of mine!" said Dr. Bayard. "She has a very nervous, sensitive organization, and such a shock as that fool of a wench gave her this morning is apt to upset her completely. Now, she has no especial interest in any of Terry"s party, and yet you might suppose her own kith and kin had been scalped and tortured."
But Holmes would not reply.
Meantime, Winnie had reached "Bedlam," where, to her disgust, Celestine had already broached the tidings to the breakfast-table, and Mrs.
Forrest had been borne half fainting to her room. Pale, but calm and collected, Miss Forrest returned and began questioning the girl as to the sources of her information, and it was on hearing this colloquy that Winnie took heart of grace and impulsively sprang up the steps into the hall-way to add her share to the general sensation. It was with a feeling bordering on exultation that she found the local account to be lacking in several of the most startling and dramatic particulars. Celestine had not heard of the ma.s.sacre of Captain Terry"s command, and it was her own proud privilege to break the news to Miss Forrest. Here, however, she overshot the mark, for that young lady looked determinedly incredulous, dismissed her colored informant as no longer worthy of consideration, and, taking a light wrap from the hat-rack in the hall, tapped at Mrs. Post"s door.
"Will you kindly look after Mrs. Forrest a moment in case she should need anything? I will go to Major Miller"s and investigate these stories. They seem absurd."
And with that she sped swiftly around the parade, along the broad walk, and was quickly at the major"s door and ushered into the parlor. There were Dr. Bayard and Mr. Holmes in earnest talk with the commanding officer. All three arose and greeted her with marked courtesy.
"I am sorry that my wife is not here to welcome you, Miss Forrest,"
said the major, "but with the exception of her and yourself the entire feminine element of this garrison is stampeded this morning; the women have frightened themselves out of their senses. Have you come for Dr.
Bayard? I hope Mrs. Forrest has not collapsed, as Mrs. Gordon has. Mrs.
Miller has gone to pull her out of a fit of hysterics."
"Mrs. Forrest will need nothing more, I think, than an a.s.surance that there is little truth in these stories."
"Upon my word, Miss Forrest, I believe they are as groundless as--other sensational yarns that have come to my ears. Two badly-scared ranchmen are responsible for kindling the fire, but the nurse-maids and cooks have fanned it into a Chicago conflagration. The Indians may have built a fire down the road beyond Eagle"s Nest, but I"ll bet it wasn"t the stage. And as for Terry and McLean, we haven"t a word of any kind from them. That story is built out of wind."
"Then will you pardon me, Dr. Bayard, if I suggest that it might be well if some one in authority were to warn the hospital nurse who is with Mr. Blunt, to be sure and let no one approach him with such news as has been flying around the post? I fear he had a restless night."
"A most thoughtful suggestion, my dear young lady, and, if you are going home, I will escort you, and then go to Blunt at once. May I have that pleasure?"
"I--had hoped to see Mrs. Miller, doctor, and think I will go to the east side a moment and inquire for Mrs. Gordon."
"By all means, Miss Forrest, and so will I," answered Bayard, bowing magnificently. "You will excuse me, Mr. Holmes? I will be home in a quarter of an hour."
"Certainly, doctor, certainly," was the prompt reply, and both Major Miller and Mr. Holmes followed the two out upon the piazza and stood watching them as they walked away.
"A singularly handsome and self-possessed young woman that, Mr.
Holmes!" remarked the major. "Now, there"s the sort of girl to marry in the army. She has nerve and courage and brains. By Jove! That"s one reason, I suppose, the women don"t like her!"
"And they do not like her?" queried Holmes.
"Can"t bear her, I judge, from what I hear. She dresses so handsomely, they say, that she"s an object of boundless interest to them,--like or no like."
"Our friend the doctor seems decidedly an ardent admirer. He was showing himself off in most brilliant colors last night, and evidently for her benefit."
"Oh, yes, I rather fancied as much. They would make a very distinguished couple," said the colonel, reflectively, "and no bad match, despite the disparity in years. She refused two youngsters up at Red Cloud who were ready to cut each other"s throats on her account.
That"s one reason I admire her sense. The idea of a woman like that, or any woman, marrying a second lieutenant!"
"You waited for your "double bars," major?" smilingly queried Mr.
Holmes.
"Oh, Lord, no!" laughed Miller. "Like most people who preach, I"m past the practising age. I was married on my graduation leave,--but things were different before the war. Army people didn"t live in the style they put on now. Our wives were content with two rooms and a kitchen, a thousand a year, and one new dress at Christmas. Now!" but the major stopped short, words failing him in the contemplation of mightiness as shown in the contrast.
"I"m no great judge of women," said Holmes, presently, "but that young lady roused my interest last night. Are there any tangible reasons why they should give her the cold shoulder?"
Miller colored in the effort to appear at ease.
"None that I have any personal knowledge of or feel like treating with respect. There"s no accounting for women"s whims," he added, sententiously. "Jupiter! Here it is nine o"clock, and nothing done yet.
I can"t telegraph, for they"ve cut the wires. I"ve sent out scouts, but it may be noon before they"ll get back. Meantime, we have to sit here with our hands tied, and the devil to pay generally in garrison. Ah!
there go the doctor and Miss Forrest over to "Bedlam." Isn"t he a magnificent old c.o.c.k? Just see him court her! Will you come with me to the office?"
"I believe not, major. I think I"ll walk around a little. I"m a trifle fidgety myself this morning, and eager for reliable news. There"s no objection, is there, to my going down to the barracks and interviewing those ranchmen? You know I"m something of a "cow-puncher" myself, and may be able to squeeze some grain of truth out of them."
"No, indeed! Go ahead, Mr. Holmes, and if you extract anything veritable let me know."
Pa.s.sing Bedlam, Mr. Holmes glanced up at the open gallery where the hospital attendant happened to be standing. The doctor had entered the other hall with Miss Forrest, and was doubtless majestically ministering to the nervous ailments of her sister-in-law.
"How is Lieutenant Blunt this morning?" he asked.
"He had a hard night, sir," was the low-toned answer. "He was in a high fever much of the time, but he seems sleeping now. Is there any further news, Mr. Holmes?"
"There is no truth in the news you have heard, if you have been afflicted with the stories sent around the post this morning. Be sure and keep everything of the kind from Mr. Blunt. Here! Can you catch?"
And fumbling in his waistcoat-pocket, he fetched out a glittering gold piece and tossed it deftly to the gallery. It fell upon the boards with a musical ring, and was quickly pounced upon by the man, who blushed and grinned awkwardly.
"I don"t like to take this, sir," he said. "It"s five dollars."
"Never mind what it is! It"s worth a thousand times its weight if you keep all such yarns from the lieutenant.--Oh! Good-morning, Mr. Hatton!
I thought your rooms were up-stairs," he said, as at that moment the infantryman stepped forth from the lower hall.
"They are, Mr. Holmes, but I have taken up my quarters temporarily in McLean"s, so as not to disturb Blunt with the creaking of those ramshackle old stairs. What is Mac"s is mine, and _vice versa_. Won"t you come in?"