"Yes, taking on water; but Captain Tibbetts gave orders that no man should leave his car. Who was the man who came in here, corporal?" asked he of Brannan.
"I--I couldn"t give his name, sir," was the answer, in evident embarra.s.sment. "He came in just the minute the lieutenant got off at the station. He was only in here a few seconds, sir."
"What did he want?" asked Davies.
"He--wanted something of the captain, sir, but I told him the captain was asleep."
Davies hastened through the pa.s.sage and across the jolting platform to the next car ahead.
"Sergeant," said he, "what man went through here into the sleeper when we stopped last station?"
"No man, sir," said the non-commissioned officer, stoutly.
"But there must have been--or no, perhaps he could have run along the left side of the train from a forward car and jumped on the platform. I didn"t think of that. Did you see or hear no one?"
"I heard some one on the platform of the sleeper, sir, but I thought it was the lieutenant."
Going forward Davies met with no better success. The guard at each door was positive no man had gone out. Then, unless there were collusion on the part of the sentries, he must have slipped through some window, said Davies to himself. Miss Loomis was still up and rearranging Mrs.
Cranston"s pillows when he returned.
"Did you ascertain anything?" she asked.
"Nothing. They all deny any knowledge of such a thing."
"Do you know, I thought there was something strange about it. The man seemed hurried and excited, talked low and fast, and when Brannan refused or seemed to refuse what was asked, I heard him say, "Well, you"ll be a sorry man if you don"t.""
But of this threat Brannan denied all knowledge whatsoever. Davies, feeling sure that the young soldier was concealing something, decided to ask no more questions inviting more lies, but to wait and report the affair to the captain after breakfast. This time the sergeants did not overlook the lance corporal in the distribution of coffee and rations.
Davies found that Miss Loomis had just finished dressing and bandaging the wound when he returned to the sleeper shortly after they resumed the journey. The soldier looked gratefully into her face as he turned away, and murmured something the young officer could not hear. "Yes, I understand," said Miss Loomis in reply.
A moment later she accosted him. "I"m going to ask you something that may sound very strange," she said, and her color heightened and the lids swept quickly over her eyes, "yet--I believe you won"t misunderstand. I want you to do something--or rather _not_ to do something--for me. You were going to tell Captain Tibbetts about that affair of last night,--that other soldier"s coming in here, were you not?"
"I certainly was."
"Well--please don"t."
CHAPTER V.
A week later, with additional detachments of horse, foot, and recruits, Mr. Davies found himself in camp on the sandy, sage-covered flats to the west of old Fort Fetterman. Here, too, were gathered wagons and mules laden with ammunition and supplies for the big column already in the field far to the northward. Officers hurrying to the front from leave of absence which they had promptly relinquished, newspaper correspondents, packers, teamsters, scouts and would-be scouts, soldiers old and soldiers new,--it was a strange and motley array, all awaiting the coming of the cavalry command, which was to be their escort through the Indian-infested region that lay between them and the main supply camp beyond Cloud Peak. Between them and the barren slopes to the northward rolled the swollen Platte, its shallowest fords breast-deep. At rare intervals, with his life in his hands and his despatches done up in oil-skin, some solitary courier came galloping down to the opposite bank and was hauled over by the rope ferry, the only means of dry communication between the sh.o.r.es. One day, strongly guarded, there arrived a little procession of ambulances and _travois_, bearing such of the wounded as could stand such rude transportation,--but this was while Davies with his recruits was still on his foot tramp through the pa.s.ses of the Medicine Bow,--and among these wounded was Captain Cranston, now comfortably housed in the quarters of a brother officer who was with his troop at the front, and there Davies found the two ladies, his companions of the railway ride, duly installed as nurses. Almost the first question asked by Miss Loomis was about her patient, the lance corporal.
"He is here with us," said Davies, "his hand still in a sling. That was a deep cut and a bad one, but he"s a plucky young fellow and declined to be left behind at Sanders. He tells me, however, that the hospital steward with us cannot compare in skill with the nurse he had on the cars."
Miss Loomis smiled. "You know I owe that to father," she said. Then, with quick change of subject, "But I haven"t congratulated you on your a.s.signment."
"Is it here?--has it come?" he asked, eagerly. "I did not know. What regiment?"
"To the Eleventh Cavalry,--Captain Cranston"s own regiment."
"The Eleventh Cavalry!" he exclaimed, surprise and pleasure in his face.
"I had not hoped for that; and yet----" a shadow falling and constraint creeping into his tone. "I fear I ought to have gone into the infantry.
I had made every preparation. Where did you hear?"
"About the orders? Why, from Colonel Denton. He came last evening to call, and we were speaking of you. Haven"t you been to see him yet? You know that"s an officer"s first duty on coming to a post."
"I came here first," answered Davies. "It seemed most natural. Of course I was going to call on the commanding officer. Captain Tibbetts said he would take me as soon as he came up, a little later. I got away earlier, as I wanted to inquire for my letters, but I missed them after all,--they had been sent over to camp. Are you sure about my being a.s.signed to the cavalry?"
"There"s no doubt about it. Colonel Denton said instructions came by telegraph to notify you of your a.s.signment to the Eleventh, and directing you as having relinquished graduation leave to report to Colonel Winthrop, now commanding the regiment in the field. Perhaps your throwing up your leave and seeking instant service had something to do with your good fortune,--if cavalry is really what you wanted."
"It is certainly what I would most like," he answered; "and yet,--there were reasons."
She stood there in the door-way in her cool white dress looking so fresh and dainty and fair to see; her dark eyes had lighted with pleasure at sight of her friend, and the flush was still on her soft and rounded cheek. She was noting how his few days of marching and campaigning had improved him, even at the expense of a sensitive complexion. Mr.
Davies"s nose was peeling, as a result of a week"s exposure to blistering Wyoming suns, his eyes were red-rimmed too, in tribute to alkali dust and water. The gloss was gone from his trim fatigue dress, a red silk handkerchief had replaced the white starched collar, and a soft drab felt hat the natty forage-cap. But he looked the more soldierly and serviceable if less trim, and being tall, spare, and athletic, if not particularly handsome, Mr. Davies was at least as presentable as the average of his fellows now thronging the post, for bristling beards and frontier scouting-dress banish all vestige of dandyism. But if she liked him still better now that the week had wrought its changes, what could be said of his impressions? Attractive as she had appeared in the grime and dust and heat of the railway car, now in that dainty gown of cool white lawn, open at the rounded throat, she saw with woman"s unerring eye the unspoken approval if not open admiration in his face. Not yet nineteen, she had lived a busy, earnest, thoughtful life. The Cranstons had known her from early maidenhood. She was a child in the Southern garrison in the days of the great epidemic, when the young captain owed his life to the doctor"s skill and a.s.siduous care. It was this that led to the deep friendship between the two men, and to Cranston"s a.s.suming the duties of guardian and protector after Loomis"s lamented death. It was this that determined her hastening to Mrs. Cranston the moment the sad news came, and then accompanying her to the frontier. A mature head was that on her young shoulders, but she who had so easily repelled the advances of the admiring fellow-pa.s.senger on the train had been attracted by the bearing and behavior of the young officer, who, absorbed in his new cares and duties, had apparently noticed her hardly at all. She and the train conductor and Mr. Langston, the elder of the two civilians, at least, knew who was the inspiration of that effective squelching given the rioting recruits, whatever impression might be prevailing at department head-quarters or at Sanders. She, presumably, had her duties as a.s.sistant to Mrs. Cranston at the bedside of the sorely wounded officer. Davies, too, had matters requiring his attention about the post, for the word had gone the rounds that they were to march at dawn on the morrow. Yet here under the vine-sheltered portico they lingered, chatting on all manner of topics. Mrs. Cranston came smilingly to congratulate the young officer on his a.s.signment to her husband"s regiment, to say the captain was dozing now and that she thought she would lie down a while, but that Miss Loomis was not to think of coming in out of the sweet summer air.
"Oh, Mr. Davies is only waiting for Captain Tibbetts to come up from camp to call with him on the post commander," said Miss Loomis; "and here comes the captain now," she continued, as a stalwart, full-bearded, heavily-built fellow swung himself off his horse at the gate, and, leaving him with his orderly, came forward with cordial inquiries for his wounded comrade, and with a packet of letters, at least a dozen, which he handed to the new lieutenant.
"Seven of them addressed in the same fair, feminine hand, youngster,"
said he, in the easy jocularity of the frontier. "That gives you dead away."
And the color that mounted to Mr. Davies"s forehead, a cloud of embarra.s.sment, told plainly that the shot was a centre. He had not recovered himself when the captain again turned, saying they must go to the commanding officer"s quarters at once or be too late.
"Remember, you are to come and lunch with us, Mr. Davies," said the captain"s wife, as he was saying adieu.
"I--I"m afraid I can"t, Mrs. Cranston," was his answer. "We march so soon, and I have so many preparations to make."
"Preparations? Why, what on earth have you been doing ever since you came up to the post?" asked his witless or too witty tormentor. "He"s simply eager to get off by himself somewhere and devour his ration of spoon meat. I know how it is, Mrs. Cranston. I was there ten years ago."
And Davies"s low-toned protestations were drowned in the jovial tones of his burly comrade.
"I"ll come to say good-by to-night, perhaps," he stammered, as he was led away, still clutching his packet; but Miss Loomis had turned and gone within-doors before the visitors reached the gate.
"I"m sorry to hear of it," said Captain Cranston, when later that evening his wife was laughingly telling of Davies"s betrayal and confusion. "I always feel distressed to find a young fellow, just entering service, has already enlisted in one much more exacting. I was in love when I graduated myself."
And Davies didn"t come to say adieu. He wrote a note to Mrs. Cranston saying he found so many duties crowding on him at the last moment, so many home letters to be written owing to his having left in such haste, that it was impossible for him to leave camp. He begged her to say good-by for him to Miss Loomis, whom he sincerely hoped he might meet again, and with his best wishes for the captain"s speedy recovery and restoration to duty, he begged to subscribe himself her friend and most obedient servant.
"Now, I like that young fellow," said Mrs. Cranston, folding up the letter, "only I didn"t----"
"Well, didn"t what?" asked her companion, seeing that she had faltered for a word.
"Well--he didn"t act at all like an engaged man,--like he ought to have acted," said Mrs. Cranston, with honest disdain of masculine flirts or malevolent rules of speech, due perhaps to long a.s.sociation with belles of the Blue Gra.s.s country.
"Why, I didn"t think he was engaged," said Miss Loomis.
"No,--and he didn"t mean you to. But when one mail brings a man seven letters from one girl, I"ve no use for him."
"Well, I should much rather he had them of one than from seven different girls," said Miss Loomis, smiling resolutely.
"Oh, you"re bound to uphold him, I see. All the same, I thought better of him."