"Wal, how aboot you-all?" he drawled.
"Not so good, Red," replied Neale. "My head"s hot and I"ve got a lot of pain. I think I"m going to be a little flighty. Would you mind getting your blankets and staying with me tonight?"
"I reckon I"d be glad," answered King. He put a hand on Neale"s face.
"You sh.o.r.e have fever." He left the tent, to return presently with a roll of blankets and a canteen. Then he awkwardly began to bathe Neale"s face with cold water. There was a flickering camp-fire outside that threw shadows on the wall of the tent. By its light Neale saw that King"s left hand was bandaged and that he used it clumsily.
"What"s wrong with your hand?" he queried.
"I reckon nawthin"."
"Why is it bound up, then?"
"Wal, some one sent thet fool army doctor to me an" he said I had two busted bones in it."
"He did! I had no idea you were hurt. You never said a word. And you carried me and my instrument all day--with a broken hand!"
"Wal, I ain"t so sh.o.r.e it"s broke."
Neale swore at his friend and then he fell asleep. King watched beside him, ever and anon rewetting the hot brow.
The camp-fire died out, and at length the quietness of late night set in. The wind mourned and lulled by intervals; a horse thudded his hoofs now and then; there were the soft, steady footsteps of the sentry on guard, and the wild cry of a night bird.
5
Neale had not been wrong when he told the engineers that once they had a line surveyed across the gorge and faced the steep slopes of the other side their troubles would be magnified.
They found themselves deeper in the Wyoming hills, a range of mountains that had given General Lodge great difficulty upon former exploring trips, and over which a pa.s.s had not yet been discovered.
The old St. Vrain and Laramie Trail wound along the base of these slopes and through the valleys. But that trail was not possible for a railroad.
A pa.s.s must be found--a pa.s.s that would give a grade of ninety feet to the mile. These mountains had short slopes, and they were high.
It turned out that the line as already surveyed through ravines and across the gorge had to be abandoned. The line would have to go over the hills. To that end the camp was moved east again to the first slopes of the Wyoming hills; from there the engineers began to climb. They reached the base of the mountains, where they appeared to be halted for good and all.
The second line, so far as it went, overlooked the Laramie Trail, which fact was proof that the old trail-finders had as keen eyes as engineers.
With a large band of hostile Sioux watching their movements the engineer corps found it necessary to have the troops close at hand all the time.
The surveyors climbed the ridges while the soldiers kept them in sight from below. Day after day this futile search for a pa.s.s went on. Many of the ridges promised well, only to end in impa.s.sable cliffs or breaks or ascents too steep. There were many slopes and they all looked alike.
It took hard riding and hard climbing. The chief and his staff were in despair. Must their great project fail because of a few miles of steep ascent? They would not give up.
The vicinity of Cheyenne Pa.s.s seemed to offer encouragement. Camp was made in the valley on a creek. From here observations were taken. One morning the chief, with his subordinates and a scout, ascended the creek and then through the pa.s.s to the summit. Again the old St. Vrain and Laramie Trail lay in sight. And again the troops rode along it, with the engineers above.
The chief with his men rode on and up farther than usual; farther than they ought to have gone unattended. Once the scout halted and gazed intently across the valley.
"Smoke signals over thar," he said.
The engineers looked long, but none of them saw any smoke. They moved on. But the scout called them back.
"Thet bunch of redskins has split on us. Fust thing we"ll run into some of them."
It was Neale"s hawk eye that first sighted Indians. "Look! Look!" he cried, in great excitement, as he pointed with shaking finger.
Down a gra.s.sy slope of a ridge Indians were riding, evidently to head off the engineers, to get between them and the troops.
"Wal, we"re in fer it now," declared the scout. "We can"t get back the way we come up."
The chief gazed coolly at the Indians and then at the long ridge sloping away from the summit. He had been in tight places before.
"Ride!" was his order.
"Let"s fight!" cried Neale.
The band of eight men were well armed and well mounted, and if imperative, could have held off the Sioux for a time. But General Lodge and the scout headed across a little valley and up a higher ridge, from which they expected to sight the troops. They rode hard and climbed fast, but it took a quarter of an hour to gain the ridge-top. Sure enough the troops were in sight, but far away, and the Sioux were cutting across to get in front.
It was a time for quick judgment. The scout said they could not ride down over the ridge, and the chief decided they must follow along it.
The going got to be hard and rough. One by one the men dismounted to lead their horses. Neale, who rode a mettlesome bay, could scarcely keep up.
"Take mine," called Larry King, as he turned to Neale.
"Red, I"ll handle this stupid beast or--"
"Wal, you ain"t handlin" him," interrupted King. "Hosses is my job, you know."
Red took the bridle from Neale and in one moment the balky horse recognized a master arm.
"By Heaven! we"ve got to hurry!" called Neale.
It did seem that the Indians would head them off. Neale and King labored over the rocky ground as best they could, and by dint of hard effort came up with their party. The Indians were quartering the other ridge, riding as if on level ground. The going grew rougher. Baxter"s horse slipped and lamed his right fore leg. Henney"s saddle turned, and more valuable time was lost. All the men drew their rifles. At every dip of ground they expected to come to a break that would make a stand inevitable.
From one point on the ridge they had a good view of the troops.
"Signal!" ordered the chief.
They yelled and shot and waved hats and scarfs. No use--the soldiers kept moving on at a snail pace far below.
"On--down the ridge!" was the order.
"Wal, General, thet looks bad to me," objected the scout. Red King shoved his lean, brown hand between them. There was a flame in his flashing, blue glance as it swept the slowly descending ridge.
"Judgin" the lay of land is my job," he said, in his cool way. "We"ll git down heah or not at all."
Neale was sore, lame, and angry as well. He kept gazing across at the Sioux. "Let"s stop--and fight," he panted. "We can--whip--that bunch."
"We may have to fight, but not yet," replied the chief. "Come on."
They scrambled on over rocky places, up and down steep banks. Here and there were stretches where it was possible to ride, and over these they made better time. The Indians fell out of sight under the side of the ridge, and this fact was disquieting, for no one could tell how soon they would show up again or in what quarter. This spurred the men to sterner efforts.