"Fort Fetterman."
"Fort Fetterman? That"s simply absurd! He would be recognized there with his horse and surely arrested."
"Very well, sir; then I know of no other."
"And you still refuse to tell what your interview was about?"
"I shall always refuse that, sir." And therewith Mr. Ray was remanded to his quarters. Verily there was some reason for Blake"s outburst when he came in after hearing Warner"s brief description of the official interview which Mrs. Whaling had given in lurid exaggeration to the garrison.
"Why, h.e.l.l is empty, and all the devils are here."
CHAPTER XX.
A CORNERED RAT.
Far away to the northwest this night, close under the shoulders of the Big Horn Mountains, a regiment of cavalry has gone into bivouac after a day"s march through blistering sun-glare and alkali. Hour after hour, with strained, aching eyes, they have been watching the gradually-nearing dome of Cloud Peak, still glistening white though this is August. Around the blunt elbow of the mountains, two days" march away to the north, they expect to find the Gray Fox and all his men eagerly awaiting their coming. A courier from the front has brought them tidings that the Indians are in force all over the country west of the Cheetish group. Another courier has galloped after them from Fetterman, leaving there last night, and he brings strange news.
During the long, dusty, burning day Captain Webb and Mr. Gleason have joined the command and reported for duty. To the disgust of the young second lieutenant commanding Wayne"s troop in his absence, the colonel directs Mr. Gleason, the senior lieutenant now for duty, to a.s.sume command of it for the campaign. Captain Truscott has no objections. He prefers not to have Mr. Gleason with his own troop, and Stannard is glad to get him out of his battalion. Very few men are glad to see Gleason, though nearly all the officers go to him for letters and news. They bring a small packet of mail, and on the way Gleason has made himself very interesting to Webb, and has easily gathered from that simple-minded gentleman that there was an awkward tableau at Truscott"s when he went there to say good-by. "Confidentially," Gleason had let him understand that he had seen only one of many symptoms that had given much food for talk at Russell; that to his, Gleason"s, bitter regret he feared Mrs. Truscott had not been as discreet as she should with a fellow like Ray, who was--well--had Webb heard anything of that horse board business, etc.? It was so easy,--it _is_ so easy,--more"s the pity, to say so very much in saying very little, when the good name of man or woman is at stake. Long before they got to the regiment Webb was convinced that he had seen very much more than he really did at Russell, and he had heard a volume of gossip that, after all, he could not have a.s.serted was told him by Gleason, yet had been most deftly suggested.
Gleason was deep. He knew that they brought with them the mail of the last stage reaching Fetterman for three days. Further news would not be apt to come by letter for a week, by which time the regiment would probably be hotly engaged, and he himself called back by telegraphic order as an important witness before the court. This latter probability he mentioned to no one. He meant to be grievously surprised and disgusted when the orders came recalling him, and until then his cards had to be carefully played. None of the ladies at Russell who knew him at all had intrusted him with letters. All theirs had gone by mail or by Captain Webb, but when the mail was opened at Fetterman, Gleason promptly offered to carry forward anything there might be for the officers of his regiment, and on the way this was carefully a.s.sorted. He had met Stannard and Truscott with beaming cordiality, saying, "Ah! you well knew I would not come without letters from _your_ better halves,"
and fumbling in inner pockets as though they had been stored there ever since leaving Russell.
It was not until late that afternoon that Major Stannard received from Webb the message sent by his good wife, and he was pondering in his mind what it could mean, when at sunset Truscott strolled over from his troop to see him. Gleason by this time was being very sociable with the colonel and Mr. Billings.
"Have you anything from Mrs. Stannard later than the letter you spoke of this afternoon, major?" asked the captain, whose face was somewhat anxious.
"Why, yes, Truscott; Webb brought me a message that he said Mrs.
Stannard gave him at the last moment, to the effect that she would have a long letter for me by next mail, and to be sure and get it. It seems a little odd."
"My last is a pencilled note from Mrs. Truscott, written but a few moments before the stage started. She says she sends it out to Fetterman by the driver, and I suppose our old "striker" easily got him to take it; but she speaks of being far from well, nervous, etc., and that Mrs.
Stannard is such a blessing to her,--so constantly with her. I wish there were something more definite. She writes three pages for the purpose of telling me not to be anxious, and the very nervousness and tremulous style give me some cause for worry."
"Why, in my letter Mrs. Stannard speaks of Mrs. Truscott as being so bright and well, and of their having such good times together, and being so charmed with Miss Sanford. It hardly seems there could have been so sudden a change in one day."
But there had been, as we know, and a change as sudden was coming to the current of events in the harmonious --th. Just after dark a courier on jaded horse came riding in from the south. He brought telegraphic despatches to the colonel and one to Major Stannard. The latter read his by the light of his camp-lantern, gave a long whistle of amaze and disgust, and sung out for Truscott as he rolled from under his blankets.
The trumpets were just sounding tattoo, and Stannard and other officers had turned in early, preparatory to the start at four in the morning.
While waiting for Truscott"s coming, the major could see that at the colonel"s tent there was also excitement and a gathering of several officers. He had not long to wait. Truscott joined him in a few moments.
"I called you here because it was where we could talk un.o.bserved. What do you say to that?" And he handed him the despatch.
Truscott read without a word, and then stood there a moment earnestly thinking, his lips firmly set, a dark shadow settling on life forehead.
The message was as follows:
"Ray arrested. Horse board charges cooked up here by Gleason.
Court ordered from Chicago. All staff or infantry officers.
Make Gleason name authorities before regiment.
"BLAKE."
Stannard had thrust his head forward and his hands into his breeches-pockets.
"Now, isn"t that simply d.a.m.nable?" he asked.
"You do not believe Ray guilty, do you?" was Truscott"s response.
"No, I don"t," though there was hesitating accent on the don"t. Stannard hated to be thought unprepared for any trait in a fellow-man--good or bad. "What can the charges be? Ray told me he had neither gambled nor drank."
"Something has been received at the colonel"s. Billings was there opening and reading despatches when you called me." And Truscott nodded thither.
"Come on. I"m going to see this thing through now," said Stannard, and together they walked to headquarters.
The colonel, wrapped in his overcoat, was sitting up at the head of his camp-bed noting with a pencil a few memoranda, while Billings was reading aloud in a low voice some long despatches. Outside the tent were grouped half a dozen officers, waiting for such news as the colonel might give. Beyond them were the scattered and smouldering fires, the rude shelter-tents of the men, the white tops of the army wagons; beyond these the dark outlines of the ma.s.sive hills; above them all the brilliant, placid stars; around them the hush of nature, broken only by the drowsing swish and plash of rapid, running waters, the stir of the night wind in the scattered trees, the stamp and snort of some startled troop-horse, the distant challenge of the night sentries. Something important had come, and the group looked eagerly at Stannard and Truscott as they approached.
"Have you heard anything?" was the question.
"I"ve got a despatch," said Stannard, gruffly; "but I want to see the colonel before I speak of it." Then the colonel"s voice was heard,--
"That you, Stannard? Come in here."
And the major pa.s.sed into the tent. Presently he came out, took Truscott by the arm and led him away.
"No use talking to him to-night. He has nothing but the official despatches, and they look ugly for Ray. There are other things that occupy him now, but what we want is to see Gleason right off. He is ordered to return at once, and goes back in the morning. Come."
Over in the second battalion a sentry pointed out Gleason"s tent.
Stannard scratched and rattled at the flap. No answer. "Gleason!" he called. No reply. "He"s shamming sleep, by gad!" growled the major, between his teeth. "It"s only fifteen minutes since Billings told him he was to start back at daybreak. He wants to avoid us, and has his flaps all tied inside. I"ll have him out or bring his d.a.m.ned tent down about his ears." And it was plain that Stannard was getting excited. An officer came through the gloom. It was Captain Webb.
"Isn"t this Gleason"s tent?" called the major.
"Certainly. I left him there not half an hour ago," replied the captain.
"Wake him up. He"s got to go back in the morning."
"Yes, sir. And that"s just what I want to see him about. Hullo! you there! _Gleason!_"
There came from within a snort, as of one suddenly awakened, a sleepy yawn, an imbecile "Oh--ah--er--who is it?"
"It"s me,--Stannard; and I want you," was the reply, all the more forcible for being ungrammatic.
"Oh! One minute, major, and I"ll be with you," called the inmate, as though overcome with sudden access of joy, and presently he appeared, half dressed.
"See here, Gleason, Captain Truscott and I have come to inquire what you know of the charges against Mr. Ray. You are to go back at once, I"m told, as witness against him. There won"t be a soul there of his regiment or his friends, for we know well you"re not one, to speak for him. By thunder! what have you against him?"
"I do not think this a matter on which I should speak at all, Major Stannard, except to proper authority. The court will hear the evidence in due season."
"Well, I mean to hear something _now_, Mr. Gleason, or, by the eternal!
I"ll wake up the whole command to put the question. What you make one believe is, that you are seeking to ruin Ray by getting him at a disadvantage with all his friends away. Captain Truscott, what do you say?"