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Worse than that, resigned under fire, and got it accepted." Later that day there were shown to certain officers some scraps and letters that had been left in the wastebasket in Devers's room; among them was a telegraphic despatch from Butte, Sunday, repeated from Scott on Monday, apparently after Leonard left. It was to this effect: "Haney split. Secure box. McGrath found. Send hundred at once."
The first day Devers's horses were herded to graze far out on the slopes, five hundred yards beyond those of any other troop, and Tintop said he wished Captain Devers hereafter not to allow his herd to be driven beyond those of the rest of the regiment.
This trail, the one that runs due south, just west of the summit of the divide, was made by Devers's main command moving in support of you and your detachment.
But Devers couldn't see it in that light. He was bringing up the rear of his own regiment. Indeed, not until the fatal day of their débouchement from the Bad Lands and sighting the broad valley of the Ska had Devers's men felt the sting of Indian lead, and then he was not with them.
Even the hall lamp was extinguished at Devers's quarters, though there were lights aloft. Devers had a storm-door, another instance of his individuality, as even the colonel's quarters were not so embellished. It was a perfectly still night, not a whiff of wind astir, and yet Davies could have sworn the storm-door swung slowly open a foot or so as they neared the gate, then suddenly shut to.
Davies and his little party were out of sight when the major reappeared on the ridge with Devers's ragged troop at his heels. So, too, were the would-be hunters. "Kid" Murray, the trumpeter, alone remained in view, and he had just reached the crest of a parallel ridge somewhat lower and about a quarter of a mile to the left. Then those at the head of column saw a strange thing.
It took some hours to finish the sad duty, and meanwhile sharp-eyed scouts were busily occupied striving to determine what had become of Davies and Sergeant McGrath. In this work the major himself took the lead, and here Devers's statements had to be drawn upon.
Something evidently had been found, and Devers's men, their work completed, were grouped eagerly up the bank. Over half an hour in mingled hope and suspense they waited, and then there rode in a mounted messenger. "The major's compliments to Captain Devers," he said, "and he'll wait for the captain and his troop over yonder. I'm to show the way." "Have they found anything?" asked Devers.
Burroughs, the junior, had, in Devers's opinion, laid himself open to criticism. Of course being somewhat inexperienced, the unwarrantable interference of Lieutenant Davies and Miss Loomis had confused and hampered him. Surely Dr. Rooke could not say that he, Devers, had ever interfered.
"Have you ten horses that can stand a side scout?" asked the adjutant, urging his mud-spattered mount to the head of Devers's troop. He spoke abruptly, and without salute, to his superior officer, his own captain at that. "What are we on but a side scout now?" demanded that officer, in the surly tone the best of men may fall into under such circumstances. "That isn't the question," replied Mr.
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