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"Is Captain Wren still up?" he briefly asked, as he reached for the other dispatch. "Over at the hospital, sir," said Doty, and watched this famous campaigner's face as he ripped open the second brown envelope. This time he was half out of bed before he could have half finished even that brief message. It was from the general: News of trouble must have reached Indians at San Carlos.
The suspected Indians having engaged the services of Judge Doty to defend them on their future trial, notice was at length given that on a certain day they would be brought to the Portage and surrendered to their Father, to be by him transferred to the keeping of the military officer appointed to receive them. It was joyful news to poor Wau-kaun-kah, that the day of his release was at hand.
Then something terrible happened! The young folks suddenly discovered that they were very much in love with each other. The Doty family saw it too, and disapproved. The Dotys were English, but as the family had been in America for a century, that made a big difference. Susan was the handsomest and smartest girl in town everybody said so.
"Yo' granny's hat!" came from a third; while Doty Buxton said, gravely, "Give up, Partin; we've humored this duty business long enough." "Do I understand you to say that you won't give up the keys?" Mitchell demanded, scornfully. "No," the sheriff retorted, a little hotly, "you don't understand anything of the kind.
Doty was on his way to the United States with two of his own and two of Mr. Pohlman's little ones. The other members of their families the mothers and the children, all that was mortal of them were Iying in the Mission cemetery on Kolongsu; and to 'hold the fort, so far as our Mission was concerned, Pohlman was left alone, and well he held it.
Fur not bein' a blamed fool, I'll back Tom agin any man in Hamlin." So, when the two young figures were seen sauntering along the road towards the store, there were lookers-on enough to regard them with interest. "Now he's my idee of a 'ristycrat," remarked Mr. Doty, with the manner of a connoisseur.
They were much pleased to find it was Capt. Doty of the Jayhawkers and his mess who had remained behind to dry the flesh of an ox they had killed when it could travel no longer. The others had gone on ahead, following the trail, leaving these to follow. They staid here two days, and it was while waiting here that the Rev.
"I'd like ter see the way he'd fix up Sheby," said Mis' Doty. "He'd hev her dressed in silks an' satins an' diamond earrings soon as look." "Ye'll hev to go ter Washin'ton City sure enough, Tom," was the remark made oftenest. "When do ye 'low to start?" But Tom was not as intoxicated by the prospect as the rest of them. His demeanour was thoughtful and unexhilarated.
"No," said Tom, professing to be deeply interested in the unclosing of the small red fist. "I'm going to take the child." There were four sharp exclamations, and for a second or so all four women gazed at him with open mouths. It was Mrs. Doty who first recovered herself sufficiently to speak. She gave him a lively dig with her elbow.
Graham to sit and speak, was to dictate a letter to the post adjutant, the original of which, together with the archives of Camp Sandy, was long since buried among the hidden treasures of the War Department. The following is a copy of the paper placed by Mr. Doty in the major's hands even before he could reach his desk: CAMP SANDY, A. T., October , 187 8th U. S. Infantry, Post Adjutant.
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