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Then Sumter and Stannard came in, tumultuous, and ordered him down, and Blake and Curbit, and the rest of the card party, came tearing after them, and berated him for an absurdity, and implored him not to be an ass.
"Blizzard coming," said Scott, as he glanced at the sullen skies, and Scott knew the Rockies as he did the Paymaster's Manual. "I report as old officer-of-the-day, sir," said Curbit, with brief salute, tendering the guard report book. The colonel went straight to business, as he glanced over the list of prisoners. "No sign of Trooper Rawdon?" "No, sir.
A jerk of the head to the corporal, in response to his instant salute, and that young soldier, much relieved, strode away to join his men. Then Captain Curbit turned on Sergeant Fitzroy. "You told me nothing of the facts in this case, sir. Lieutenant Lanier says he directed this man to wait here, with the colonel's message, while he rode to stables. Pardon me, Miss Dora. Come this way, sergeant."
The officers-of-the-day had gone Curbit to shed furs and sabre at his quarters and say "Thank God!" Snaffle, his junior in rank but senior in years, a veteran of the old dragoons, to plod wearily back towards the guard-house for a conference with Lieutenant Crane, commander-of-the-guard.
"I don't know," repeated Lanier, positive and beginning to rejoice. "Suppose the colonel tells me to explain that," began Curbit, but Doctor Schuchardt set his foot down summarily. "Here," said he, "this thing's got to stop;" and he came to the door in his shirt sleeves, leaning half way out, with one hand behind him. "Lanier's in a highly nervous and excited state.
All, said Button, on the information of veteran officers and sergeants of the regiment notably Captains Curbit and Snaffle, Lieutenants Crane and Trotter, Sergeants Whaling and Fitzroy and now here were both medical officers, both of his majors, two of his best captains, seven of his subalterns, and nine-tenths of the women folk at Fort Cushing taking sides with Lanier and issue with him their colonel and commander.
"Shout your questions, captain," sang out the patient, with much too little humility of manner, yet Lanier knew Curbit well and knew his mission to be unwelcome. Therefore, in Captain Curbit's most official tones, ab imo pectore, came question the first: "Is Trooper Rawdon in hiding anywhere about your quarters?"
"It's none o' my funeral, and personally I don't give a cuss if they never find him, but there are just s-teen reasons why the Old Man wants to see that young man Rawdon forthwith, and as many for believing he's skipped." "Then skip after him. You can track anything but a ghost in this new-fallen snow." Curbit lowered his voice. "That's exactly the trouble, doctor.
"And you are relieved, Captain Curbit" to the old. "But I shall need to see you later, so do not leave the post." "The man that leaves the post this day," said Major Scott, with a squint through the upper and unincumbered panes of the nearest window, "may need a seven days' leave." "And that, colonel," said a quiet voice at the commander's elbow, "is what I applied for earlier.
To which, truculently, came response in Lanier's unmistakable voice: "He is not, if I know it." "Do you know or suspect where he is?" "Neither. And there is no reason why I should." "Have you seen him to-night?" An instant's pause; then, "I don't know whether I have or not." "You don't know?" exclaimed Curbit, puzzled and beginning to bristle.
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