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Updated: June 14, 2025
Devers stepped forward. "This is no place for me, I know," he said. "I'll leave you here. And thanks for the lift, Major." Connel grunted his acknowledgment and climbed into the car as Strong turned to Devers. "There was a message for you, Mr. Devers," said the Solar Guard captain. "You're to get in touch with your Atom City office immediately."
The officer who went thither with an escort, and Captain Devers and Corporal Finucane and Troopers Boyd and Howard, had had pointed out to him the scene of the massacre itself, then, far up the spur, the spot where Mullen and Phillips were shot, and from thence the trail of Davies's little squad as it marched away on its fatal errand toward the Springs, and the trails of the various parties.
Devers was on his feet in an instant, dismayed, and, buckling on his revolver, he went striding through the trees to where Warren stood, pale and distressed, questioning a haggard trooper, one of the couriers sent on for Davies the previous evening. Devers burst in with interrupting words, and was instantly coolly checked. "Never mind now, captain. Mount at once and get your men in saddle."
Black Bill told Tintop that Devers was as bad as the Irishman's flea, put your thumb on him and he isn't there. "I'll cinch him," said Tintop in reply, "if he tries any of his damned nonsense on me." But with every intention of doing his level best, "Topsy" little knew the infinite resources of the man. One of Devers's idiosyncrasies was a hatred of doing things as anybody else did them.
If there were any speculation about Devers in the regiment, it was as to how he would behave if he ever did get into a fight, or what would happen in the event of his some day squirming out of an order on which vital issues depended.
Devers flushed, looked after the two an instant as though tempted to call, then turned back across the parade and was presently swallowed up in the door-way of the troop office. Leaving Davies outside, Cranston ran into the hospital, and presently reappeared.
At that moment Connel noticed a jet car racing across the spaceport toward the Polaris. As it drew near, he saw the insigne of the Solar Guard on the hood. His eyes widened hopefully for a second. "Humph," he grunted, "this may be him now!" "If it is," cautioned Devers, "go easy on the boy." "We'll see, we'll see."
What was worse, he was ordered to report to Tintop, and now, said the boys, there will be fun. Well, there was. It took a week of persistent "cinching" to get Devers and his troop to understand that they were no longer an independent body, but must serve under the orders of a colonel or major.
Now, McGrath, lost in the thick of an Indian fight, was as apt to be found alive, or found at all, as a pin in a mill-pond. Davies, broken by the campaign and sore smitten with brain fever, had but one chance in a hundred of recovery. All things considered, therefore, it may be conceded that Captain Devers was a very gifted man.
Captain Devers came over five minutes after the adjutant left him, and was profuse in sympathy, sorrow, and proffers of aid.
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