"Why, he"s the worst man in the troop."
For a moment Mr. Billings knew not what to say. His captain had spoken with absolute harshness and dislike in his tone of the one soldier of all others who seemed to be the most quiet, attentive, and alert of the troop. He had noticed, too, that the sergeants and the men generally, in speaking to O"Grady, were wont to fall into a kindlier tone than usual, and, though they sometimes squabbled among themselves over the choice of patches of gra.s.s for their horses, O"Grady"s claim was never questioned, much less "jumped." Respect for his superior"s rank would not permit the lieutenant to argue the matter; but, desiring to know more about the case, he spoke again:
"I am very sorry to hear it. His care of his horse and his quiet ways impressed me so favorably."
"Oh, yes, d--n him!" broke in Captain Buxton. "Horses and whiskey are the only things on earth he cares for. As to quiet ways, there isn"t a worse devil at large than O"Grady with a few drinks in him. When I came back from two years" recruiting detail he was a sergeant in the troop. I never knew him before, but I soon found he was addicted to drink, and after a while had to "break" him; and one night when he was raising h.e.l.l in the quarters, and I ordered him into the dark cell, he turned on me like a tiger. By Jove! if it hadn"t been for some of the men he would have killed me,--or I him. He was tried by court-martial, but most of the detail was made up of infantrymen and staff-officers from Crook"s head-quarters, and, by ----! they didn"t seem to think it any sin for a soldier to threaten to cut his captain"s heart out, and Crook himself gave me a sort of a rap in his remarks on the case, and--well, they just let O"Grady off scot-free between them, gave him some little fine, and did more harm than good. He"s just as surly and insolent now when I speak to him as he was that night when drunk. Here, I"ll show you." And with that Captain Buxton started off towards the herd, Mr. Billings obediently following, but feeling vaguely ill at ease. He had never met Captain Buxton before, but letters from his comrades had prepared him for experiences not altogether pleasant. A good soldier in some respects, Captain Buxton bore the reputation of having an almost ungovernable temper, of being at times brutally violent in his language and conduct towards his men, and, worse yet, of bearing ill-concealed malice, and "nursing his wrath to keep it warm" against such of his enlisted men as had ever ventured to appeal for justice. The captain stopped on reaching the outskirts of the quietly-grazing herd.
"Corporal," said he to the non-commissioned officer in charge, "isn"t that O"Grady"s horse off there to the left?"
"Yes, sir."
"Go and tell O"Grady to come here."
The corporal saluted and went off on his errand.
"Now, Mr. Billings," said the captain, "I have repeatedly given orders that my horses must be side-lined when we are in the hostiles" country.
Just come here to the left." And he walked over towards a handsome, st.u.r.dy little California horse of a bright bay color. "Here, you see, is O"Grady"s horse, and not a side-line: that"s his way of obeying orders.
More than that, he is never content to have his horse in among the others, but must always get away outside, just where he is most apt to be run off by any Indian sharp and quick enough to dare it. Now, here comes O"Grady. Watch him, if you want to see him in his true light."
Standing beside his superior, Mr. Billings looked towards the approaching trooper, who, with a quick, springy step, advanced to within a few yards of them, then stopped short and, erect and in silence, raised his hand in salute, and with perfectly respectful demeanor looked straight at his captain.
In a voice at once harsh and distinctly audible over the entire bivouac, with frowning brow and angry eyes, Buxton demanded,--
"O"Grady, where are your side-lines?"
"Over with my blankets, sir."
"Over with your blankets, are they? Why in ----, sir, are they not here on your horse, where they ought to be?" And the captain"s voice waxed harsher and louder, and his manner more threatening.
"I understood the captain"s orders to be that they need not go on till sunset," replied the soldier, calmly and respectfully, "and I don"t like to put them on that sore place, sir, until the last moment."
"Don"t like to? No sir, I know d--d well you don"t like to obey this or any other order I ever gave, and wherever you find a loop-hole through which to crawl, and you think you can sneak off unpunished, by ----, sir, I suppose you will go on disobeying orders. Shut up, sir! not a d--d word!" for tears of mortification were starting to O"Grady"s eyes, and with flushing face and trembling lip the soldier stood helplessly before his troop-commander, and was striving to say a word in further explanation.
"Go and get your side-lines at once and bring them here; go at once, sir," shouted the captain; and with a lump in his throat the trooper saluted, faced about, and walked away.
"He"s milder-mannered than usual, d--n him!" said the captain, turning towards his subaltern, who had stood a silent and pained witness of the scene. "He knows he is in the wrong and has no excuse; but he"ll break out yet. Come! step out, you O"Grady!" he yelled after the rapidly-walking soldier. "Double time, sir. I can"t wait here all night." And Mr. Billings noted that silence had fallen on the bivouac so full of soldier-chaff and laughter but a moment before, and that the men of both troops were intently watching the scene already so painful to him.
Obediently O"Grady took up the "dog-trot" required of him, got his side-lines, and, running back, knelt beside his horse, and with trembling hands adjusted them, during which performance Captain Buxton stood over him, and, in a tone that grew more and more that of a bully as he lashed himself up into a rage, continued his lecture to the man.
The latter finally rose, and, with huge beads of perspiration starting out on his forehead, faced his captain.
"May I say a word, sir?" he asked.
"You may now; but be d--d careful how you say it," was the reply, with a sneer that would have stung an abject slave into a longing for revenge, and that grated on Mr. Billings"s nerves in a way that made him clinch his fists and involuntarily grit his teeth. Could it be that O"Grady detected it? One quick, wistful, half-appealing glance flashed from the Irishman"s eyes towards the subaltern, and then, with evident effort at composure, but with a voice that trembled with the pent-up sense of wrong and injustice, O"Grady spoke:
"Indeed, sir, I had no thought of neglecting orders. I always care for my horse; but it wasn"t sunset when the captain came out----"
"Not sunset!" broke in Buxton, with an outburst of profanity. "Not sunset! why, it"s well-nigh dark now, sir, and every man in the troop had side-lined his horse half an hour ago. D--n your insolence, sir!
your excuse is worse than your conduct. Mr. Billings, see to it, sir, that this man walks and leads his horse in rear of the troop all the way back to the post. I"ll see, by ----! whether he can be taught to obey orders." And with that the captain turned and strode away.
The lieutenant stood for an instant stunned,--simply stunned.
Involuntarily he made a step towards O"Grady; their eyes met; but the restraint of discipline was upon both. In that brief meeting of their glances, however, the trooper read a message that was unmistakable.
"Lieutenant----" he said, but stopped abruptly, pointed aloft over the trees to the eastward with his right hand, dashed it across his eyes, and then, with hurried salute and a choking sort of gurgle in his throat, he turned and went back to his comrades.
Mr. Billings gazed after the retreating form until it disappeared among the trees by the brook-side; then he turned to see what was the meaning of the soldier"s pointing over towards the _mesa_ to the east.
Down in the deep valley in which the little command had halted for the night the pall of darkness had indeed begun to settle; the bivouac-fires in the timber threw a lurid glare upon the groups gathering around them for supper, and towards the west the rugged upheavals of the Mazatzal range stood like a black barrier against the glorious hues of a bank of summer cloud. All in the valley spoke of twilight and darkness: the birds were still, the voices of the men subdued. So far as local indications were concerned, it _was_--as Captain Buxton had insisted--almost dark. But square over the gilded tree-tops to the east, stretching for miles and miles to their right and left, blazed a vertical wall of rock crested with scrub-oak and pine, every boulder, every tree, glittering in the radiant light of the invisibly setting sun. O"Grady had _not_ disobeyed his orders.
Noting this, Mr. Billings proceeded to take a leisurely stroll through the peaceful herd, carefully inspecting each horse as he pa.s.sed. As a result of his scrutiny, he found that, while most of the horses were already enc.u.mbered with their annoying hobble, in "A" Troop alone there were at least a dozen still unfettered, notably the mounts of the non-commissioned officers and the older soldiers. Like O"Grady, they did not wish to inflict the side-line upon their steeds until the last moment. Unlike O"Grady, they had not been called to account for it.
When Mr. Billings was summoned to supper, and he rejoined his brother-officers, it was remarked that he was more taciturn than usual.
After that repast had been appreciatively disposed of, and the little group with lighted pipes prepared to spend an hour in chat and contentment, it was observed that Mr. Billings did not take part in the general talk, but that he soon rose, and, out of ear-shot of the officers" camp-fire, paced restlessly up and down, with his head bent forward, evidently plunged in thought.
By and by the half-dozen broke up and sought their blankets. Captain Buxton, somewhat mollified by a good supper, was about rolling into his "Navajo," when Mr. Billings stepped up:
"Captain, may I ask for information as to the side-line order? After you left this evening, I found that there must be some misunderstanding about it."
"How so?" said Buxton, shortly.
"In this, captain;" and Mr. Billings spoke very calmly and distinctly.
"The first sergeant, several other non-commissioned officers and men,--more than a dozen, I should say,--did not side-line their horses until half an hour after you spoke to O"Grady, and the first sergeant a.s.sured me, when I called him to account for it, that your orders were that it should be done at sunset."
"Well, by ----! it was after sunset--at least it was getting mighty dark--when I sent for that black-guard O"Grady," said Buxton, impetuously, "and there is no excuse for the rest of them."
"It was beginning to grow dark down in this deep valley, I know, sir; but the tree-tops were in a broad glare of sunlight while we were at the herd, and those cliffs for half an hour longer."
"Well, Mr. Billings, I don"t propose to have any hair-splitting in the management of my troop," said the captain, manifestly nettled. "It was practically sunset to us when the light began to grow dim, and my men know it well enough." And with that he rolled over and turned his back to his subaltern.
Disregarding the broad hint to leave, Mr. Billings again spoke:
"Is it your wish, sir, that any punishment should be imposed on the men who were equally in fault with O"Grady?"
Buxton muttered something unintelligible from under his blankets.
"I did not understand you, sir," said the lieutenant, very civilly.
Buxton savagely propped himself up on one elbow, and blurted out,--
"No, Mr. Billings! no! When I want a man punished I"ll give the order myself, sir."
"And is it still your wish, sir, that I make O"Grady walk the rest of the way?"
For a moment Buxton hesitated; his better nature struggled to a.s.sert itself and induce him to undo the injustice of his order; but the "cad"
in his disposition, the weakness of his character, prevailed. It would never do to let his lieutenant get the upper hand of him, he argued, and so the reply came, and came angrily.
"Yes, of course; he deserves it anyhow, by ----! and it"ll do him good."