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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Will you not come to us on Christmas Day?" His eyelids closed swiftly and opened again. "I shall be on duty." "And promoted?" "Perhaps." "And merry and happy?" she smiled to herself to think of Sergeant Fones being merry and happy. "Exactly." The word suited him.
But there was one spot in the area of white, on which Mab's eyes were fixed now, with something different in them from what had been there. Again it was a memory with which Sergeant Fones was associated.
Perhaps some of them longed to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of children, and to consider more the faces of women, for hearts are hearts even under a belted coat of red on the Fiftieth Parallel, but men of nerve do not blazon their feelings. No one would have accused Sergeant Fones of having a heart.
The Sergeant had caught him wild and independent, had brought him in, broken him, and taught him obedience. They understood each other; perhaps they loved each other. But about that even Private Gellatly had views in common with the general sentiment as to the character of Sergeant Fones.
Sometime the glove will be too hard and cold on a man's shoulder, and then! Well, I should like to be there," said Pierre, showing his white teeth. Old Aleck shivered, and held his fingers where the stove was red hot. The young man did not hear this speech; from the window he was watching Sergeant Fones as he rode towards the Big Divide. Presently he said: "He's going towards Humphrey's place.
Mab thought upon that day as she looked out, this December morning, and saw Sergeant Fones dismounting at the door. David Humphrey, who was outside, offered to put up the Sergeant's horse; but he said: "No, if you'll hold him just a moment, Mr. Humphrey, I'll ask for a drink of something warm, and move on. Miss Humphrey is inside, I suppose?"
When, the next day, Sergeant Fones lay in the barracks, over him the flag for which he had sworn to do honest service, and his promotion papers in his quiet hand, the two who loved each other stood beside him for many a throbbing minute. And one said to herself, silently: "I felt sometimes" but no more words did she say even to herself.
And Sergeant Fones in the barracks said just then, in response to a further remark of Private Gellatly, "Exactly." Young Aleck fell to singing: "Out from your vineland come Into the prairies wild; Here will we make our home, Father, mother, and child; Come, my love, to our home, Father, mother, and child, Father, mother, and "
And if he knew, what then? It was not against the law to play euchre. Still it perplexed Pierre. Before the Windsors, father and son, however, he was, as we have seen, playfully cool. After quitting Old Brown Windsor's store, Sergeant Fones urged his stout broncho to a quicker pace than usual. The broncho was, like himself, wasteful of neither action nor affection.
Pierre's eyes glowed in the shadow, but he idly replied: "I do not remember quite who said it. Well, 'mon ami, perhaps I lie; perhaps. Sometimes we dream things, and these dreams are true. You call it a lie 'bien! Sergeant Fones, he dreams perhaps Old Aleck sells whisky against the law to men you call whisky runners, sometimes to Indians and half-breeds halfbreeds like Pretty Pierre.
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