"Too bad!" said the former. "Too bad, I declare! We"ll have to turn that joke on them somehow or other. Let me see. Let me see. How would you like it for me to help you get square, as you boys say?"
Indian gazed up at the stalwart and kindly form confidingly; he was all smiles in a moment.
"I"ll tell you," said the general at last, "you and I"ll take a walk.
And when they see you with me, they"ll be sorry they sent you. Come on."
He took the arm of the delighted Indian, who was scarcely able to realize the extent of his good fortune.
"You"ll excuse me a short while, gentlemen," said General Miles to his military staff. "I"ll return shortly. And now," to Indian, "where shall we go? I guess I"ll let you show me about camp."
And sure enough, pinching himself to make sure if he really were awake, Indian, on the arm of the mighty guest of West Point, commander of Uncle Sam"s whole army, marched away up the road past the parade ground and all through Camp McPherson.
The general was enjoying the joke hugely, but he affected not to notice it, and plied the plebe with questions.
Why did the yearlings haze him so much? Was he B. J.? Oh, it was because he was a friend of Mark Mallory"s, was it! General Miles had heard of Mark Mallory. He was the plebe who had saved the life of the general"s friend, Judge Fuller"s daughter. A beautiful girl that! And a splendid act! Indian had seen it, had he? Colonel Harvey had described it to the general. The general would like to meet Mark Mallory. No, he was not joking; he really would. Mr. Mallory was in hospital, was he? Too bad!
Had been too B. J., had he? The general liked B. J. plebes. He hoped Mark was not badly hurt. And----
Then suddenly the conversation was interrupted by a cry of joy from Indian.
"There"s Mark now! He"s out of hospital!"
"That handsome lad down the street there?" inquired the general, "let us go down by all means."
A moment later, Mark, to his great amazement, was confronted by the curiously contrasted pair. Indian was beaming like a sunflower.
"Mr. Mallory," he said, with a flourish, "allow me to present my friend, General Miles."
Mark bowed, and the general took the hand he held out.
"Mr. Mallory," he said, "I am proud to meet you. I have heard of what you have done. The service needs such men as you."
And the whole corps heard him say so, too. The general had been very careful to say those words in a loud and clear voice that made the camp ring. Then he turned and spoke to an orderly who was pa.s.sing.
"Tell my staff to ride up here for me," he said, and added, turning to the two radiant plebes: "Now, my young friends, I must ask you to excuse me. I am very pleased to have met you both. Good-morning, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Mallory."
With which he turned and strode away up the street again, smiling at the recollection of the incident. And Mark stood and stared at his grinning friend Indian.
"Well," said he, "you blessed idiot, you certainly do beat the Dutch!"
And then he turned and went into the tent.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"BULL" FINDS AN ALLY.
"For Heaven"s sake, man, you don"t mean this for a fact, do you?"
It was Mark who spoke; he sat alone in his tent with Texas late that evening, and Texas was telling him the story of Mary Adams and what she had done during the day.
"And did she tell you to tell me this?" Mark continued, in amazement.
"No," said Texas; "she didn"t want me to a bit. I couldn"t make her out "t all. She wanted you to know it, but she didn"t want me to tell it."
"I"m afraid," laughed the other, "that you haven"t a very delicate sense of propriety. I"m afraid you"re no ladies" man, Texas."
"That"s all right," answered Texas. "I think I managed this yere affair right well. Now, what I want to know is, what you"re goin" to do "bout it?"
"That"s just what I want to know," said his friend. "I"m as puzzled as you. Why, I hadn"t the least idea the poor girl felt that way about me."
"Don"t you care for her?"
"Why, of course, man. I like her well enough, from what I know of her.
But I don"t want any of that sickly, sentimental business in mine, and especially about a girl like her. I"m afraid of her, and I don"t know what on earth to say to her. I wish to gracious, old man, you hadn"t said a word to me about it."
Texas gazed at Mark with a grieved expression. That was a nice thing to say to a man who was just priding himself on having managed a delicate affair so nicely. And Texas arose to his feet.
"Well," said he, "I"m sorry you don"t like it. An" ef that"s all I git, I"ll keep out of it."
With which he bounced out of the tent and strode away. Mark also left the tent for a walk a moment later, still thinking.
The girl was sincere, that was certain. And he knew it all, and so did she. The question was, what could Mark do without hurting her feelings.
She was wildly jealous of Grace. Now Mark had not the remotest idea of dropping Grace Fuller, his "angel"; he did not like even to think of her in connection with this girl. He knew in his heart it would be best to let Mary Adams alone from this time on. But what would she think then?
Mark was weighing this question as he went. He was not noticing, meanwhile, where he was going. It was within half an hour or so of tattoo he knew, and a dark, cloudy night. He had taken the path down through "Flirtation Walk," heeding no one; he had strolled to the other end, and turned to retrace his steps when suddenly he halted in surprise. A dark figure was hurrying past him, and as he gazed at it and recognized it, he exclaimed aloud:
"Miss Adams!" he cried. "You here!"
The girl turned and faced him, pushing aside the shawl she wore and disclosing her face in all its pa.s.sionate beauty.
"Mr. Mallory!" she cried, in just as much surprise; and then gazed at him trembling.
"Miss Adams," said Mark, quietly, after a moment"s thought. "I want to have a talk with you, if you please. May I?"
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, but not here. I want to see you alone."
She turned, and Mark followed her, almost having to run to keep up with the girl"s excited pace. They descended the hill at the end of the path, and then on they went almost to the Hudson"s sh.o.r.e. It was a dark, deserted spot, and there the girl halted. Mark stopped too, and she turned about and gazed at him.
"Now, then," said she.
Mark said nothing at first; he was watching her features, admiring them and at the same time wondering at the emotion they showed. Her cheeks became red as fire under his gaze.
"Mr. Powers has told you all?" she demanded at last. "He has; I can see it!"
Mark started as he noticed the tone of her voice; he had never heard her speak that way before. Usually her voice was soft and melodious, a voice with a hidden, musical charm. Now it was cold and harsh, and Mark knew at once what that meant.