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Captain Shuffles followed him, and in half an hour the entire party were duly initiated and decorated. As fast as Mrs. Arbuckle could cut off and double the ribbons, Grace adjusted them.
"I think that spy can clear up much of this mystery concerning Mortimer Arbuckle, if he will." "It ain't likely he'll open his trap," answered Clemmer. "By doin' thet he'd only be gettin' himself in hot water." "We'll make him speak," was Pawnee Brown's grim response. An hour of hard riding brought them to the spot where Dick had been left. Not a single trace of the lad could be found.
His cursing and swearing was of such a cyclonic and all-pervading character that some of those on board shuddered almost as much on account of his language as for fear of the terrible crash which was impending. "This is dreadful!" said one of the clergymen, advancing as if he would mount to the pilot house. "Stop!" said Mr. Arbuckle, excitedly placing his hand upon the shoulder of the other.
"Those in favor of Grand Protectress say, ay," continued Haven. "Ay!" responded a large number. "Opposed." "No." "The ayes have it. Grand Protectress it is." "I move you that Commodore Kendall and Captain Shuffles be a committee to wait upon Miss Arbuckle, and inform her that she has been unanimously chosen Grand Protectress of the Order of the Faithful. Those in favor say, ay; those opposed, no.
"Why, you were struck down last night, father, and several miles from here. You must have come down to the river at a spot above here. Don't you remember that?" Mortimer Arbuckle tried to think, then shook his head sadly. "It's all a blur, Dick. You know my head is not as strong as it might be." "Yes, yes; and you must not try to think too far. So he got your private papers?" "Yes."
It was the rattle of the rain on the canvas covering of the wagon which had aroused the boy. "I say father!" he repeated. "Father!" Again there was no reply, and, kicking aside the blanket with which he had been covered, Dick Arbuckle clambered over some boxes piled high in the center of the vehicle to where he had left his parent resting less than three hours before.
Through mismanagement, as previously noted, the greater part of the supplies which I had ordered hauled to Arbuckle the preceding fall had not got farther on the way than Fort Gibson, which post was about four hundred miles off, and the road abominable, particularly east of Arbuckle, where it ran through a low region called "boggy bottom."
Arbuckle; "but I think it will answer very well for a motto." Paul smoothed down his face as well as he could, and conveyed the motto to the assembled order in the waist. "I have the honor to inform you that the Grand Protectress has provided a motto," said he. "What is it?" demanded a dozen. "It is in French." "The motto!" called the impatient Faithfuls.
It was no small nor easy task to outfit all these troops by the time cold weather set in, and provide for them during the winter, but by the 1st of November I had enough supplies accumulated at Forts Dodge and Lyon for my own and Carr's columns, and in addition directed subsistence and forage for three months to be sent to Fort Gibson for final delivery at Fort Arbuckle, as I expected to feed the command from this place when we arrived in the neighborhood of old Fort Cobb, but through some mismanagement few of these stores got further than Gibson before winter came on.
To put an end to these delays, Custer proposed to go out and see the Cheyennes himself, taking with him for escort only such number of men as could be fairly well mounted from the few horses not sent back to Arbuckle.
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