Without another word Mr. Billings turned on his heel and left him.
The command returned to garrison, shaved its stubbly beard of two weeks"
growth, and resumed its uniform and the routine duties of the post.
Three days only had it been back when Mr. Billings, marching on as officer of the day, and receiving the prisoners from his predecessor, was startled to hear the list of names wound up with "O"Grady," and when that name was called there was no response.
The old officer of the day looked up inquiringly: "Where is O"Grady, sergeant?"
"In the cell, sir, unable to come out."
"O"Grady was confined by Captain Buxton"s order late last night," said Captain Wayne, "and I fancy the poor fellow has been drinking heavily this time."
A few minutes after, the reliefs being told off, the prisoners sent out to work, and the officers of the day, new and old, having made their reports to the commanding officer, Mr. Billings returned to the guard-house, and, directing his sergeant to accompany him, proceeded to make a deliberate inspection of the premises. The guard-room itself was neat, clean, and dry; the garrison prison-room was well ventilated, and tidy as such rooms ever can be made; the Indian prison-room, despite the fact that it was empty and every shutter was thrown wide open to the breeze, had that indefinable, suffocating odor which continued aboriginal occupancy will give to any apartment; but it was the cells Mr. Billings desired to see, and the sergeant led him to a row of heavily-barred doors of rough unplaned timber, with a little grating in each, and from one of these gratings there peered forth a pair of feverishly-glittering eyes, and a face, not bloated and flushed, as with recent and heavy potations, but white, haggard, twitching, and a husky voice in piteous appeal addressed the sergeant:
"Oh, for G.o.d"s sake, Billy, get me something, or it"ll kill me!"
"Hush, O"Grady," said the sergeant: "here"s the officer of the day."
Mr. Billings took one look at the wan face only dimly visible in that prison-light, for the poor little man shrank back as he recognized the form of his lieutenant:
"Open that door, sergeant."
With alacrity the order was obeyed, and the heavy door swung back upon its hinges.
"O"Grady," said the officer of the day, in a tone gentle as that he would have employed in speaking to a woman, "come out here to me. I"m afraid you are sick."
Shaking, trembling, twitching in every limb, with wild, dilated eyes and almost palsied step, O"Grady came out.
"Look to him a moment, sergeant," said Mr. Billings, and, bending low, he stepped into the cell. The atmosphere was stifling, and in another instant he backed out into the hall-way. "Sergeant, was it by the commanding officer"s order that O"Grady was put in there?"
"No, sir; Captain Buxton"s."
"See that he is not returned there during my tour, unless the orders come from Major Stannard. Bring O"Grady into the prison-room."
Here in the purer air and brighter light he looked carefully over the poor fellow, as the latter stood before him quivering from head to foot and hiding his face in his shaking hands. Then the lieutenant took him gently by the arm and led him to a bunk:
"O"Grady, man, lie down here. I"m going to get something that will help you. Tell me one thing: how long had you been drinking before you were confined?"
"About forty-eight hours, sir, off and on."
"How long since you ate anything?"
"I don"t know, sir; not for two days, I think."
"Well, try and lie still. I"m coming back to you in a very few minutes."
And with that Mr. Billings strode from the room, leaving O"Grady, dazed, wonder-stricken, gazing stupidly after him.
The lieutenant went straight to his quarters, took a goodly-sized goblet from the painted pine sideboard, and with practised hand proceeded to mix therein a beverage in which granulated sugar, Angostura bitters, and a few drops of lime-juice entered as minor ingredients, and the coldest of spring-water and a br.i.m.m.i.n.g measure of whiskey as const.i.tuents of greater quality and quant.i.ty. Filling with this mixture a small leather-covered flask, and stowing it away within the breast-pocket of his blouse, he returned to the guard-house, musing as he went, ""If this be treason," said Patrick Henry, "make the most of it." If this be conduct prejudicial, etc., say I, do your d--dest. That man would be in the horrors of jim-jams in half an hour more if it were not for this."
And so saying to himself, he entered the prison-room, called to the sergeant to bring him some cold water, and then approached O"Grady, who rose unsteadily and strove to stand attention, but the effort was too much, and again he covered his face with his arms, and threw himself in utter misery at the foot of the bunk.
Mr. Billings drew the flask from his pocket, and, touching O"Grady"s shoulder, caused him to raise his head:
"Drink this, my lad. I would not give it to you at another time, but you need it now."
Eagerly it was seized, eagerly drained, and then, after he had swallowed a long draught of the water, O"Grady slowly rose to his feet, looking, with eyes rapidly softening and losing their wild glare, upon the young officer who stood before him. Once or twice he pa.s.sed his hands across his forehead, as though to sweep away the cobwebs that pressed upon his brain, but for a moment he did not essay a word. Little by little the color crept back to his cheek; and, noting this, Mr. Billings smiled very quietly, and said, "Now, O"Grady, lie down; you will be able to sleep now until the men come in at noon; then you shall have another drink, and you"ll be able to eat what I send you. If you cannot sleep, call the sergeant of the guard; or if you want anything, I"ll come to you."
Then, with tears starting to his eyes, the soldier found words: "I thank the lieutenant. If I live a thousand years, sir, this will never be forgotten,--never, sir! I"d have gone crazy without your help, sir."
Mr. Billings held out his hand, and, taking that of his prisoner, gave it a cordial grip: "That"s all right, O"Grady. Try to sleep now, and we"ll pull you through. Good-by, for the present." And, with a heart lighter, somehow, than it had been of late, the lieutenant left.
At noon that day, when the prisoners came in from labor and the officer"s of the day inspected their general condition before permitting them to go to their dinner, the sergeant of the guard informed him that O"Grady had slept quietly almost all the morning, but was then awake and feeling very much better, though still weak and nervous.
"Do you think he can walk over to my quarters?" asked Mr. Billings.
"He will try it, sir, or anything the lieutenant wants him to try."
"Then send him over in about ten minutes."
Home once more, Mr. Billings started a tiny blaze in his oil-stove, and soon had a kettle of water boiling merrily. Sharp to time a member of the guard tapped at the door, and, on being bidden "Come in," entered, ushering in O"Grady; but meantime, by the aid of a little pot of meat-juice and some cayenne pepper, a gla.s.s of hot soup or beef-tea had been prepared, and, with some dainty slices of potted chicken and the accompaniments of a cup of fragrant tea and some ship-biscuit, was in readiness on a little table in the back room.
Telling the sentinel to remain in the shade on the piazza, the lieutenant proceeded first to make O"Grady sit down in a big wicker arm-chair, for the man in his broken condition was well-nigh exhausted by his walk across the glaring parade in the heat of an Arizona noonday sun. Then he mixed and administered the counterpart of the beverage he had given his prisoner-patient in the morning, only in point of potency it was an evident falling off, but sufficient for the purpose, and in a few minutes O"Grady was able to swallow his breakfast with evident relish, meekly and unhesitatingly obeying every suggestion of his superior.
His breakfast finished, O"Grady was then conducted into a cool, darkened apartment, a back room in the lieutenant"s quarters.
"Now, pull off your boots and outer clothing, man, spread yourself on that bed, and go to sleep, if you can. If you can"t, and you want to read, there are books and papers on that shelf; pin up the blanket on the window, and you"ll have light enough. You shall not be disturbed, and I know you won"t attempt to leave."
"Indeed, sir, I won"t," began O"Grady, eagerly; but the lieutenant had vanished, closing the door after him, and a minute later the soldier had thrown himself upon the cool, white bed, and was crying like a tired child.
Three or four weeks after this incident, to the small regret of his troop and the politely-veiled indifference of the commissioned element of the garrison, Captain Buxton concluded to avail himself of a long-deferred "leave," and turned over his company property to Mr.
Billings in a condition that rendered it necessary for him to do a thing that "ground" him, so to speak: he had to ask several favors of his lieutenant, between whom and himself there had been no cordiality since the episode of the bivouac, and an open rupture since Mr. Billings"s somewhat eventful tour as officer of the day, which has just been described.
It appeared that O"Grady had been absent from no duty (there were no drills in that scorching June weather), but that, yielding to the advice of his comrades, who knew that he had eaten nothing for two days and was drinking steadily into a condition that would speedily bring punishment upon him, he had asked permission to be sent to the hospital, where, while he could get no liquor, there would be no danger attendant upon his sudden stop of all stimulant. The first sergeant carried his request with the sick-book to Captain Buxton, O"Grady meantime managing to take two or three more pulls at the bottle, and Buxton, instead of sending him to the hospital, sent for him, inspected him, and did what he had no earthly authority to do, directed the sergeant of the guard to confine him at once in the dark cell.
"It will be no punishment as he is now," said Buxton to himself, "but it will be h.e.l.l when he wakes."
And so it had been; and far worse it probably would have been but for Mr. Billings"s merciful interference.
Expecting to find his victim in a condition bordering upon the abject and ready to beg for mercy at any sacrifice of pluck or pride, Buxton had gone to the guard-house soon after retreat and told the sergeant that he desired to see O"Grady, if the man was fit to come out.
What was his surprise when the soldier stepped forth in his trimmest undress uniform, erect and steady, and stood unflinchingly before him!--a day"s rest and quiet, a warm bath, wholesome and palatable food, careful nursing, and the kind treatment he had received having brought him round with a sudden turn that he himself could hardly understand.
"How is this?" thundered Buxton. "I ordered you kept in the dark cell."
"The officer of the day ordered him released, sir," said the sergeant of the guard.
And Buxton, choking with rage, stormed into the mess-room, where the younger officers were at dinner, and, regardless of the time, place, or surroundings, opened at once upon his subaltern:
"Mr. Billings, by whose authority did you release O"Grady from the dark cell?"