"I do not feel as though I could swallow a mouthful."
"Under orders you will try. We have a hard day before us, young lady, and some tramping to do afoot. I wish I knew where that horse I turned loose last night has drifted to; into the bluffs, probably, where the gra.s.s is green. He would be of some help just now. Try this, Miss McDonald, for lack of something better. I yearn for ham and coffee, but hardly dare build a fire yet. The smoke would be seen for miles away."
"If we were across the river we could use the stage fire."
"Yes, but there is a wide river flowing between. Don"t be afraid of that trip," noting the expression of her face. "It will be easy enough to cross back by daylight, now that I know where the danger spots are."
"I was not so terribly afraid last night; I hardly had time to realize what was being done, did you?"
"Well, yes; it was risky business. Awfully treacherous bottom and I was trusting to good luck."
The Sergeant ate heartily, speaking occasionally so as to divert her mind, but for the most part, busily thinking and endeavoring to decide his next move. He sat facing the river, continually lifting his head to scan the opposite sh.o.r.e. There was probably a scouting detail somewhere near at hand, either approaching from the east, alarmed by the report of the fleeing stage crew, or else a detachment tracking Roman Nose"s warriors across those plains extending into the north.
The latter contingency was the more probable, judging from the Indians"
flight, and his own knowledge of the small reserve force left at Dodge.
Besides, ride as they might those two fleeing cowards of yesterday could hardly have yet reached that shelter of safety and might not confess the truth of their desertion even when they did arrive. A pursuing force was the only real hope for escaping the necessity of a hard tramp back over the trail. Well, the girl looked fit, and he glanced toward her appreciatively.
In spite of the sad experiences of the past night she was a pleasant spectacle, her eyes bright with excitement, her cheeks flushed under the morning sun which flecked her dark, disordered hair with odd color.
Hers was a winsome face, with smiling lips, and frank good nature in its contour. He was surprised to note how fresh and well she looked.
"Are you tired?"
"Not very. It seems more as though I had dreamed all this than actually pa.s.sed through the experience. Perhaps when I do realize, the reaction will set in. But now I am strong, and--and not at all frightened."
"Nor hungry?"
"It is hard to eat, but I am often that way." Her hand strayed to the emptied haversack, and she turned it carelessly over, where it lay beside her on the sand. "Why, this is an old Confederate sack, isn"t it? I hadn"t noticed before; see, the "C. S. A." is on the flap."
"So it is; perhaps Moylan served in the South."
"I think not. I am sure this was never his, for he bought it at Dodge.
I remember he told me he would have to find something to carry our lunch in." She pushed the flap farther back, then held it up to the sunlight. "There are some other letters, but they are hardly decipherable. I cannot read the first line at all, but the second is somewhat plainer--"Fourth Texas Infantry.""
Hamlin reached out his hand swiftly, and grasped the haversack, forgetting everything else in suddenly aroused interest. The girl, surprised, stared up into his face, as he closely studied the faded inscription, his face expressing unconcealed amazement.
"Good G.o.d!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed breathlessly. "It was Gene"s. What can this mean?"
"You--you knew the soldier?"
"Knew him? Yes," speaking almost unconsciously, his incredulous eyes still on the inscription, as though fearful it might vanish. "That man was either my best friend, or my worst enemy; under heaven, I know not which. Why, it is like a miracle, the finding of this bag out here in the desert. It is the clue I have been searching after for nearly five years." He seemed to pull himself together with an effort, realizing her presence. "Excuse me, Miss McDonald, but this thing knocked me silly. I hardly knew what I was saying."
"It means much to you? To your life?"
"Everything, if I can only trace it back, and thus discover the present whereabouts of the original owner."
"Was that your regiment, then--the Fourth Texas Infantry?"
He bowed his head, now looking frankly at her.
"Would you mind telling me your rank?"
"I became Captain of "B" Company after the fight at Chancellorsville; we served in Virginia under Ma.s.sa Robert, and lost every commissioned officer in that affair." He hesitated to go on, but she prompted him by a question:
"And then what? What was it that happened? Don"t be afraid to tell me."
His gray eyes met hers, and then turned away, his lips pressed together.
"Nothing until the day we fought at Fisher"s Hill," he said slowly.
"Then I was dismissed from the service--for cowardice."
"Cowardice!" repeating the word in quick protest. "Why, how could that be? Surely your courage had been sufficiently tested before?"
"Cowardice, and disobedience of orders," he repeated dully, "after I had been under fire almost night and day for three years; after I had risen from the ranks and commanded the regiment."
"And you had no defence?"
"No; at least, none I could use; this man might have saved me, but he did not, and I never knew why."
"Who was he?"
"My senior captain, detailed on Early"s staff; he brought me the orders verbally I was afterwards accused of disobeying. I was temporarily in command of the regiment that day with rank as major. There was a mistake somewhere, and we were horribly cut up, and a number taken prisoners. It was my word against his, and--and he lied."
She took the haversack from him, studying the scarcely legible inscription.
""E. L. F." Are those the letters?"
"Yes; they stand for Eugene Le Fevre; he was of French descent, his home in New Orleans."
"You knew him well?"
"I thought so; we were at school together and afterwards in the army."
She looked across at him again, touched by the tender echo of his voice; then leaned forward and placed one hand upon his.
"You have not spoken about this for a long while, have you?"
"No," his eyes lighting up pleasantly, "hardly thought of it, except sometimes alone at night. The memory made me savage, and all my efforts to ascertain the truth have proven useless."
"That is why you enlisted?"
"Largely; there is no better place to hide one"s past than in the ranks out here on the plains. I--I could not remain at home with that disgrace hanging over me."
"You must tell me all about it."
Her head lifted suddenly as she gazed out across the river, shading her eyes. "Why, what are those?" she exclaimed eagerly, "there, moving on the bluffs opposite?"
His glance swept to the northward, and he was as instantly the soldier again. Far away on the upper plateau, clearly outlined against the blue of the distant sky, appeared a number of dark figures. For a moment he believed them buffaloes, but in another instant decided instead they were hors.e.m.e.n riding two by two.
"Get down lower, Miss McDonald," he commanded. "Now we can see, and not be seen. They must be cavalrymen, the way they ride, but we can take no chances."