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The men worst burned were those longest held within the blazing car, barring one, Murray, whom Hunt had thoughtfully bound hand and foot as he slept, reasoning that in that way only might his guardians enjoy a like blessing. Connelly had tripped over the roaring bully as he lay on his back in the aisle. Stuyvesant had rushed in, and between them they dragged him to a place of safety.
Lieutenant Ray's statement was desired, also that of Private Connelly of the artillery, and an effort had been made through the officers of the cavalry at Paco to find some of the recruits who were of the detachment now quite frequently referred to in that command as "the singed cats."
"Steward," said the officer placidly, "uncover the shoulder there and let Connelly look at the mark Dr. Brick referred to." Connelly did. He studied the purplish discolorations in the milky skin, and excitement, not altogether febrile, suddenly became manifest in his hot, flushed face.
And a party I'm acquainted with seen him yesterday afternoon, some distance up the river, on the other side; and I seen him this morning, crossing the flat here, more or less about the time the fire was noticed. What do you think of that for circumstantial evidence, Mr. Connelly? And in addition to this, I can point out his incentive which I prefer to hold in reserve for the present.
"Why, what detachment is this, corporal?" he asked. "We brought no troops on our train." "Recruits th Cavalry, sir," was the ready answer. "We came by way of Denver." "Ah, yes; that explains it. Who's in command?" And the tall officer looked about him as though in search of kindred rank. "We have no officer with us, sir," said Connelly diplomatically. "I'm in charge."
Certainly, we camped them all night in the Connelly paddock, but we never touched Alf's grass, and we left no gates open." "Chorus, boys!" said Mosey flippantly. Thompson sighed; Cooper growled; and Willoughby coughed deprecatingly. "I don't blame ole Martin to have a bit of a nose on me," continued Mosey laughingly. "Lord! didn't I git the loan of him cheap las' summer!
"We are putting things to rights on board," replied Christy, who had not seen the doctor before, for he had retired early to his room. "I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon. "What are you doing, Mr. Passford?" "Captain Passford, if you please, Dr. Connelly, for I have the honor to be in command of the Bronx at the present moment. This is Mr.
Moffat's exit from his lady-love's presence, was indignantly ducked in the watering-trough before the Miners' Retreat, and given ten minutes in which to mount his cayuse and get safely across the camp boundaries. He required only five. Bad-eye Connelly, who was suspected of having cut Mr.
Connelly came to meet him and nodded significantly at Murray, who lay in a berth near the middle of the car, still carefully watched by Hunt. Foster, wearied, had turned in, and, with his face to the window, seemed to have fallen asleep. The conductor came through, lantern in hand. "It's the quietest and best behaved lot, barring that chap, I ever carried," said he to Stuyvesant.
What "everybody" wanted was to get Connelly out of the way now, then perhaps another fever patient might be summoned, for they couldn't expect to keep those remains another day. There was widespread, if unspoken, hope among the score of correspondents that the provost-marshal would feel that he must summon Miss Ray. But before the examiners could decide there came an unexpected scene.
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