"Thank you," said Davies, shaking his head, "I never use it."
"You don"t?" was the surprised answer. "Why, I thought all army officers drank."
"That seems to be the general idea," was the quiet answer. "Much more general than the practice, I hope. Thank you," he continued, as, drying his hands, he quickly donned his coat and went on through the car. They watched him a moment as he was presented to the elder of the two ladies, one whose face, though still young, bore traces of grief and tears and anxiety. They saw her look up and clasp his proffered hand, evidently glad to meet one of her husband"s cloth.
"Now, if I"d only known about her husband"s being one of the wounded, I could have rung in there all right," said the younger of the two travellers. "I haven"t seen a prettier girl in all my wanderings,--but she stood me off even on a dodge I never knew to fail."
"You were too transparent, so to speak, Willett," said the elder. "She couldn"t help seeing you were trying to sc.r.a.pe acquaintance. All young girls don"t take to frivolity any more than all officers to whiskey."
Willett, nettled at this palpable hit, spoke resentfully. "Oh, I dare say they"d make a good team,--one"s a prude and the other a prig."
"Perhaps not a very bad team, as you put it, my boy," was the answer, as the elder thoughtfully regarded the two now in earnest conversation.
"But a girl who won"t flirt isn"t necessarily a prude, nor a man who won"t drink a prig. If I were marrying again, I should be glad of a girl like that for a wife. If I were soldiering again, I"d like that boy for a sub."
And just before leaving the train on its arrival at the Omaha station the speaker went to Davies and held out his hand. "Lieutenant," said he, "my name is Langston. I met and knew a number of West Pointers during the war, and I am glad to have met you. If ever I can be of service to you in my way,--and my duties carry me out here on the frontier very often,--let me know."
Never dreaming how it might be needed, Davies accepted the proffer of services with all that the proffer implied.
CHAPTER IV.
Guarded by a detachment of veteran infantry, the recruits so turbulent at noon were spiritless now in every sense of the word. Turning over his charge, as well as his account of their conduct and of his own, to the commander of the escort, Captain m.u.f.fet remained at department head-quarters long enough to impress the officials thereat on duty with his version of the riot at Bluff Siding,--its inciting cause and its incisive cure. Then he went back to the cavalry depot and presumably improved on his initial effort. The story of m.u.f.fet"s wild ride with the raw recruits and m.u.f.fet"s method of quelling a mob was often told that summer at the rear long after Lieutenant Davies and the recruits in question had gone to the front and were lost to all communication. The officer who went in command from Omaha was an expert. He established a sergeant"s guard in each recruit car, with orders to flatten out the first man who left his seat, rap every head that showed outside a window when the train stopped, and so turned over the one hundred and seventy-two that were turned over to him a sick and subdued lot by the time they reached Fort Sanders the following afternoon. "This is Mr.
Davies,--Lieutenant Davies,--just graduated,--who"s to go on with "em,"
said he to the commanding officer of that old army post, adding for his private ear, "He"s a tenderfoot and doesn"t know anything but moral suasion." To this conclusion Captain Tibbetts has been impelled by what he had heard as well as by the events of the night. Mr. Davies, of whom he knew nothing except what m.u.f.fet had to say, having been told that he needn"t bother about the men any more, had nevertheless bothered about them, three or four at least, very much,--Lance Corporal Brannan to begin with, who was slashed in the hand, and a couple of sorely battered penitents in the middle car among them. No surgeon being with the detachment, Davies had begged permission towards evening to fetch these poor fellows back to the sleeper, where their hurts could be cleaned and bandaged. Tibbetts said no, and two hours later yes. Meantime he had met the ladies, one of whom, the elder, exhausted by the sleeplessness and anxiety of forty-eight hours, was comforted by the despatch brought her at Omaha to the effect that her husband was being sent in by easy stages to Fort Fetterman, where she could meet and nurse him, and she was now finally and peacefully sleeping in her berth. The other, a slender, graceful girl, with very soft dark eyes and grave, sweet, mobile face, who sat and fanned Mrs. Cranston during the heat of the afternoon, had next surprised the captain by re-dressing the ugly wound in the young corporal"s hand. Tibbetts knew Captain Cranston well by reputation. He was one of the finest troop commanders of the cavalry arm, but Tibbetts had never before met Mrs. Cranston and her companion now consigned to his care.
"You are well taught in first aid to the wounded," he said. "Where did you learn?"
"My father was Dr. Loomis, of the army," she answered, simply. "He taught me when I was quite a child. He died, as I think perhaps you know."
"We all knew him, Miss Loomis," was the instant reply. "Even those who never met him, personally, knew him as I did,--for his devotion to our poor fellows in the fever epidemic. And your mother?"
"Mother has been dead for years. I am alone now, but for my cousin Margaret,--Mrs. Cranston. I am her companion."
And the captain, himself aging in the service, and with daughters who might be left as was this girl,--penniless,--understood, and bowed in silent sympathy. It was the sight of the gash in Brannan"s fist that called him back to the business before him.
"How did you get that?" he asked, with professional brevity, little liking it--soldier bred as he was--that one of the new flock should thus be parcelled out from his fellows and transported in a Pullman.
"Climbing through the window of the saloon I--cut it, sir," was the answer.
"Yes--_there_ perhaps," said Tibbetts, indicating the smaller gash, "but this one,--clean cut like a knife. Whose knife?"
Whereat Brannan looked confused and troubled. "I don"t know, sir," he finally said.
"I believe you do know, and that you got it in that saloon row. A pretty thing for a man like you to be mixed in."
Whereat Brannan reddened still more, and looked as though he wanted to speak yet feared to say. It was Miss Loomis who promptly took the word.
"Indeed, captain, you don"t understand. He was ordered in. He was handling the hose pipe--the very first--with Mr. Davies." And here she turned as though to seek the other pipeman, while Tibbetts effusively--impulsively--began to make amends.
"Well--well--well," said he. "That"s a totally different matter. You got your wound in a good cause, sir, and if I could find out who tried to knife you, he"d repent it this night. Are you sure you don"t know?"
"I don"t think anybody tried to cut me, sir," was the answer, after a pause.
"Didn"t you see anybody with a knife?"
But this Brannan wouldn"t answer, and the captain, after a moment"s thought, went lurching through the grimy, swaying cars, hunted up the two damaged recruits and gruffly bade them follow him. Davies looked up gratefully as they entered the sleeping-car, but the captain did not notice him. "I have reconsidered," said he, "and brought these patients to you, Miss Loomis," then turned abruptly away. It was the subaltern who aided, and then who thanked the skilful, light-handed nurse, for the poor fellows seemed both abashed and humbled. One of them, looking furtively about, had caught sight of Brannan, sitting alone in a section with his bandaged hand. Quick glance of recognition was exchanged. There was an instant of question in the new-comer"s eye. It was answered by the corporal, who raised two fingers to his compressed lips one second, then let them fall. But Davies saw,--saw also that when told by the captain they might remain there in the roomier, cooler sleeper for a time, the younger and more intelligent-looking of the two dropped into the seat by Brannan"s side. They chatted in low tone together, as the night came on, their lips moving and their ears attent even though their heads were turned apart,--communing as men commune who do not wish to be thought in conversation.
"We shall have supper at Grand Island," said the captain, presently, "and coffee will be sent through the cars for the men. If you will escort Mrs. Cranston and Miss Loomis, Mr. Davies, my sergeants will look after the command." And Mr. Davies being subordinate and just out of four years" training in which no man may hesitate to do just as a superior may bid, obeyed his instructions, not unwilling, even though smarting under vague sense of being given to understand he was of no military use.
Re-entering the car, refreshed after a hearty supper, and seeing his fair charges to their section, Mr. Davies caught sight of his invalids still seated where he had left them, and looking weak and hungry.
"Did they bring you no coffee? Have you had no supper?" he asked. And, as a shake of the head was sole answer, he sallied forth. Appealing to the sergeant in charge of the distribution of the cooked rations, he was favored with the brief reply, "The captain didn"t give me no orders."
Moreover, there didn"t seem to be anything left. The captain was still leisurely finishing his own supper, after having got the coffee started on the train. The huge caldrons used for the purpose were already being lifted off the cars, empty. Every drop had been spilled or swallowed by the hungry and thirsty crowd. With quick decision Davies stepped to the lunch-counter, loaded up with huge frontier sandwiches, doughnuts, and hard-boiled eggs, and bade the manager draw a jug full of coffee and get it, with some cups, milk, and sugar, on the sleeper at once. He came forth laden, the Pullman porter with him, as the conductor was trolling, "All aboard." Down the platform he went with the eyes of half the blue coats on the cars upon him, and soldiers refreshed by food and coffee are in more receptive mood than when dejected by hunger. Some men in the third car who had heard his eager queries of the commissary sergeant knew for whom those supplies were meant, others did not, and of these latter one jocular and untutored Patlander sang out, "Bully for the leftenint; "tis he that knows how to look out for number wan." Whereat there came furious shouts of "Shame!" "Shut up!" and inelegant and opprobrious epithets, all at the expense of the impetuous son of Erin who had spoken too soon. Some one whacked his empty head with an equally empty canteen and called him a Yap. Some one else, farther back, sang out, "Three cheers for the lieutenant," and stentorian authority in chevrons bellowed "Silence there, fore and aft!" and then, when instant hush and awe rewarded the mandate, followed up the order with the military Milesianism, "Youse fellers wants to keep your mouths shut barrin" you"re atin"." The wounded in the Pullman ate and drank gratefully and heartily at the lieutenant"s expense, and these are matters the rank and file remember. Lance Corporal Brannan, made comfortable for the night in the sleeper, had a few murmured words with the dark-eyed and more intelligent-looking of the two recruits before they were remanded to their own car for the night, where they went, and, after the manner of their kind, one of them bragged not a little over the bully supper they had had with the lieutenant. "Enjoy it while you can, me bucks," was the caustic comment of a fellow-recruit who had all the ear-marks and none of the credentials of previous service about him.
"It"s the last of that sort of hobn.o.bbing you"ll ever see."
For upwards of an hour during the night, while Mrs. Cranston lay peacefully sleeping, Mr. Davies and Miss Loomis sat in conversation in the opposite section. Tibbetts, who would fain have enjoyed such a privilege, found no opportunity. Somewhere towards ten o"clock he came quickly in. Davies read official matter in the captain"s manner as he approached the section, and rising, stood attention, cadet-like, when addressed.
"Mr. Davies, while I think everything will go quietly with those fellows from this on, I wish to take all necessary precautions. I will divide the night with you. After two o"clock I wish you to go through the cars once every two hours and see that the recruits are quiet and the guard alert, also to step outside to the platform when we stop at stations. Better turn in now and get what sleep you can."
But though promptly at two o"clock the young officer aroused the captain, who was dozing in the smoking-room, he himself had had little sleep. The events of the day, the novelty of his position, the desire to see something of the strange, half-settled land so recently the roaming-ground of Indian and buffalo through which they were steadily rolling, and which lay outspread, weird and ghostly, in the summer moonlight,--these and thoughts of home and the rapidly nearing possibilities of frontier warfare, all combined to make him wakeful. He was only getting sleepy when he should have been wide awake. Captain Tibbetts was an old campaigner and awoke from his doze with a start, shook himself together, and said he"d take a turn through the car before undressing for the night. In a moment or two he returned, the first sergeant with him, and this faithful old soldier was rewarded by a long pull from the captain"s canteen before returning to the recruit car.
"Do you know anything about that young fellow,--ever meet him before?"
said Tibbetts, indicating with a nod the recruit corporal, who, with a pillow under his head and his feet on the opposite seat, was now curled up in slumber.
"No, sir," answered Davies.
"Well, he"s a man of good education and family, if I"m not mistaken. I"m told he"s been on duty as clerk at the depot, and "twas he who made out the rolls. It will be long before he can write again. Better leave him at Sanders." As he spoke the captain was holding out the well-filled flask in one hand, the cup in the other. Davies took neither. "Won"t you have a nip?" asked the senior. "It"ll help you to keep awake."
"Thank you, sir, I never have, and don"t care to begin."
Tibbetts began s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g on the cap, looking his man over as he did so.
"I believe you"re right," said he, "and if I were to begin over again I"d do the same. But we were all taught the other way fifteen years ago." He paused as though he half wanted to say more, but finally turned away and disappeared in his section.
Obedient to his instructions, Davies made frequent tours through the cars, and scouted the outside of the train at every stop. The night pa.s.sed, however, in perfect peace. The dawn came hours before the train was due at Sidney, where coffee was again to be served. Only one incident occurred to give him food for new thought. Towards four o"clock he returned to the sleeper after an absence of some ten minutes, just as the train pulled slowly away from one of those little prairie stations, and as he entered the dimly-lighted aisle he saw that Brannan was not in his place. Standing at Mrs. Cranston"s section farther on, a little phial and medicine-gla.s.s in her hand, her dark hair falling in heavy braids down her back, attired in a loose, warm wrapper, was Miss Loomis, calm, yet evidently anxious. Beyond her hovered Brannan, holding the captain"s flask.
"What is it?" asked Davies. "Can I be of a.s.sistance?"
"Mrs. Cranston woke up in some pain," was the answer. "I know just what to do for her. Thank you, corporal, I believe we won"t need the flask.--He thought I needed it," said she, turning to Davies. And Brannan, going to the captain"s section, slipped his prize back into the little russet leather satchel and shoved it underneath the berth. Davies looked at him in some surprise, but made no comment.
"I am sorry I was not here to help you," said he. "Did you have to wake him,--Brannan?"
"He was awake. A soldier was in here speaking with him when I heard Mrs.
Cranston, just after we stopped at the last station. We were there several minutes, were we not?"