"There"s only his own word to prove it was ever written. Naturally there"s no trace of it."
"But you," I persisted, "you and your men who were in charge of the guns; can"t any of you bear witness for Captain March--that you saw Major Vand.y.k.e"s orderly?"
"Unfortunately for March, no, not a man Jack of us," said Tony. "If he"d been close to us at the time, we must have seen and recognized anybody who came and spoke to him. But I told you he"d strolled off. It wasn"t our business to watch him, and n.o.body was watching. A man on foot wheeling a bicycle doesn"t make much noise; and a khaki uniform is just about the colour of the ground, on that yellow hill. There was no moon, only stars, which means no black shadow. I shall be called on as a witness for the defence, of course, worse luck--but I"m afraid I can"t say anything to help March. I wish to the Lord I could! I"m dashed if it isn"t the other way round. If I"m not mighty careful, I may do him harm instead of good."
"You"d _like_ to do him good, wouldn"t you?" I pleaded.
"You bet your life I would, Peggy. March is just about the finest chap I ever met, and most people think the same of him. But what can I do?"
"I can"t see," I said, "but I may, when things grow clearer. They _must_ grow clearer! You for one believe Eagle"s word, don"t you, Tony? You believe it was Major Vand.y.k.e"s orderly who came to him?"
As I asked this question, I stared through the twilight into Tony"s face, trying to read it even as he tried not to let it be read. He looked wretchedly uneasy, and rather obstinate. "I can"t say I"m sure of that," he replied. "I"m sure some one came to him, and I"m sure March _thought_ it was Vand.y.k.e"s orderly. That"s as far as I can go."
"Even when I"ve told you that I know there"s a motive for Major Vand.y.k.e"s wanting to injure him, ruin him in his career if he can?"
"You seem to think Vand.y.k.e"s a regular sort of villain out of melodrama," said Tony, with an uncomfortable laugh. "I guess you don"t know men very well yet, Peggy--except in novels and plays--when it comes down to bedrock. They"re not much like that in real life, as far as I"ve ever seen. They never go round plotting to ruin other chaps" careers, even when they don"t happen to get along very well with "em."
"_You"re_ not so very old. You haven"t had much more experience of life than I have," I taunted him.
Tony laughed. "Haven"t I? That"s all you know. You"re a child, a little baby-child, compared to me. I may be young, but anyhow, I"m a man, and I"ve lived among men since I left West Point two years ago--even if you don"t count cadets as men. Vand.y.k.e"s no angel, and he and March have been doing a bit of the cat-and-dog act in a quiet way lately. But it"s pretty far-fetched to accuse Vand.y.k.e of hatching up a plot to wipe March off the map, especially when it meant risking his own life and sacrificing his orderly, who was devoted to him--a fellow he valued a whole lot----"
"Ah!" I broke in. "So the orderly was "devoted to him!" I wonder if the court-martial will remember that fact for what it"s worth?"
"For what it"s worth, yes. I guess it can be trusted to do just that.
But what there is will be likely to tell in Vand.y.k.e"s favour, I guess, not against him. Johnson had good reasons for being devoted to the major. The chap got consumption, and was in a bad way--would have had to say good-bye to an army life--if Vand.y.k.e hadn"t paid for his cure in one of the best sanatoria in America, and used influence to keep his job open for him, too. Nothing very black in that record, eh?"
"Major Vand.y.k.e"s the kind of person to pay high for anything he really wants himself," I said. "He must have badly wanted this Johnson man for something or other."
"Johnson was born a sort of gentleman, but hadn"t the art of getting along in life, although he was pretty near being a genius at mathematics as well as mechanics, and could do stunts in several languages, like you. No shame to Vand.y.k.e to make use of the man"s gifts. He must have been jolly useful--too useful to waste."
"It won"t make me love you better, Tony," I remarked with deliberate injustice (for there are moods when any girl must feel a horrid satisfaction in being unjust), "if you go on praising Major Vand.y.k.e to the skies. Does it matter why the orderly was devoted to him, or he to the orderly? The thing of importance is the tie between them. The more devoted the man was, the more willing he would be to go to any lengths for Major Vand.y.k.e."
"Oh, if you want to put it that way," Tony hedged. "But it"s a girl"s notion, like the motive you attribute to Vand.y.k.e."
"How do you know what motive I mean?" I shot at him. "I haven"t told you!"
""I may be an a.s.s, but I"m not a _silly_ a.s.s,"" quoted Tony. "I"ve guessed."
"What have you guessed?"
"Oh, about Vand.y.k.e and March both being in love with Lady Diana. All the owliest owls are on to that. First time Vand.y.k.e was ever caught for keeps, the fellows say. But it would only do harm to March to bring anything of that sort up in this business, to say nothing of the bad taste, and how mad he"d be, and the unpleasantness for Lady Diana and--and all your family."
"It wouldn"t be agreeable, I know," I admitted. "But anything to save Eagle, no matter how we sacrifice ourselves."
"I don"t somehow hear Lady Di echoing that, though I agree with you.
Only there"s more in the thing than you seem to see, because you keep your eyes fixed on one spot. If Lady Diana"s engaged to Major Vand.y.k.e, then he"d have no incentive to strike at another man who was gone on her. It would be the other way round. The chap who had lost her would be the one, if any, to be up to melodramatic stunts. It might be said about March that he risked trouble for himself, for the pleasure of having a smack at Vand.y.k.e; putting the blame on him for a mad order to fire off guns at the good little Mexicans, for instance, do you see?"
I did see, and seeing, suffered a sharp stab of disappointment. Tony had taken my one weapon out of my hands. He was right. I had been wrong, while thinking myself cleverer than he. "There must be some other way of clearing Eagle," I said desperately.
"I hope so, with my whole heart; although I"ve always had a sneaking admiration for Vand.y.k.e, too. He"s such a dashed fine-looking chap, a credit to the army, and all that. To clear March--really clear him, without leaving a stain of carelessness even--means to ruin Vand.y.k.e. For March can"t be made white as snow without Vand.y.k.e being proved a liar, and--by Jove, yes, a traitor to his country!"
"That"s what he must be proved," I said.
"It"ll be a tough proposition. As I see it, there"s no proof."
"It must be found."
"That"s easy to say. But if there"s any, it ought to be found by the court."
"When will the trial come on?" I asked.
"In a few days. I don"t know yet just when."
"In the meantime, Eagle is under arrest?"
"Yes. It"s sickening."
"Aren"t his friends--I mean among the officers--indignant?"
"They"re mighty sorry, all broken up, and don"t know what to think. But, of course, Major Vand.y.k.e"s got a good many friends, too. As for the Fort Bliss officers, they"re so wild about the whole business that I"m afraid they"re a bit prejudiced against March--those of them who don"t know him personally. You see, there was an awful row on the hill after the firing--but I didn"t mean to tell you about that----"
"Why not, as I know the rest? I suppose some of them arrived----"
"I should say they did arrive! That"s too slow a word. The noise shot "em out of their blessed beds--those of "em who had gone to bed--and brought the others out of any old place they happened to be in: club, hotel, friends" houses. The first thing we knew, we had the General Commanding on us. They know _some_ language, those grand old Johnnies!
Poor March! He was up against it, I can tell you. His worst enemy would have been sorry for him."
"Fiends! What did they do?" I gasped.
"It wasn"t so much what they did as what they said. But I shan"t give you details, Peggy, so don"t try and worm "em out of me.
It"ll only waste our valuable time. March was under arrest--that"s enough. I suppose he ought to be grateful that it"s been "judged expedient"--that"s the phrase--never to let the story in its full enormity leak out. Vand.y.k.e was so smart at apologies and explanations in that Mexican dash of his last night, and the part he played appealed such a lot to the chaps over there, who"re nothing if they"re not sensational, that it"s hoped the incident won"t have any serious international results at all. The great thing is to keep the business forever from the public on both sides of the Rio Grande. Luckily most people had the w.i.l.l.i.e.s so badly after the first shot that they couldn"t swear what sort of noise they _had_ heard. It"s a hard job, too, for an amateur to tell what direction a sound comes from, when his eyes haven"t helped his ears. If Vand.y.k.e hadn"t put a stop to any danger of return shots, the fat would have been in the fire for us. Thanks to him, that story of an explosion among the ammunition could pa.s.s muster. As for March"s alleged "wound," that tale"s to get him out of his social engagements, without stirring up talk. But it won"t be believed in for long. The court-martial findings can be kept secret, but not the fact of its taking place. It"s to be put round that March was accused of gross carelessness, and causing the "accident" that occurred. So now you see, Peggy, your keeping dark about what I"ve told you to-night is all for March"s good. If he"s found guilty----"
"What then?" I breathed. "What will be the sentence?"
"Why, as the affair has to be hushed up forever he can"t be "chucked."
He"ll probably be "given permission to resign." And then he will resign.
And n.o.body outside will ever know why. Those inside will think he"s jolly well in luck to be let down so easy considering all ... what?"
"I didn"t speak," I whispered.
"Why, Peggy, you"re crying!"
I couldn"t answer. I only bent down my head lest he should see my face.
"I felt from the first I oughtn"t to have told you," growled Tony. "Now I"m sure. Don"t take it so hard, dear. Something may turn up we can"t think of, and March get off scot free. Who knows? Anyhow, he"s nothing but your friend. And your sister isn"t likely to marry him now. I shouldn"t be surprised if she"s engaged to Vand.y.k.e already."
"It wasn"t settled between them," I said, swallowing my tears. "Only I thought she liked Eagle better, and that if he"d plenty of money--but it"s all over. No hope since this thing has happened!"
"Would you like to have her marry March?" Tony wanted to know.