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There came a day when the news arrived from Frayne that the Laramie column had crossed the Platte and marched on for the Big Horn, and then John Folsom began to mend and was allowed to sit up, and told the doctor he had need to see Major Burleigh without delay, but Burleigh could not leave his bed, said the physician in attendance a very different practitioner from Folsom's and the old man began to fret and fume, and asked for writing materials.
Two ways there were in which the Indians could know of his presence. One by being informed through some half-breed spy, lurking about Frayne; but then who would be dastard enough to send such word? The other by being seen and recognized by some of the Ogallalla band, and thus far he believed they had come undetected, and it was now after five o'clock after five o'clock and all was well.
Jerry did go, and nursed his master after wounds received in struggles with the Hill Tribes, and, after fever, too; but never was Sir Richard Frayne so near death as upon that day when he was borne back to Ratcham upon a hurdle and the truth came out. "Ah!" Jerry used to mutter sometimes over his pipe, "that was a narrow squeak.
Well, it wasn't so very much, but it's gone; and serve me right for being such a fool!" Just then a bell rang, and he went to answer it. "The doctor says we need not sit up, Brigley," said his master, sadly. "You are tired. I shall want you no more to-night. The nurse will get anything the doctor requires." "Beg pardon, sir," said Jerry. "Mr Frayne, sir? now?" "Sleeping, I believe, Brigley.
A terrible business, Frayne a terrible business!" "Yes; but he must not die he must not die!" Mr Draycott was silent for a few minutes. There was much he wanted to say, but the words seemed loth to come. "We must be prepared for the worst, Frayne," he said at last. "This is a dreadful shock." "Yes yes!" groaned Richard. "And I have something very hard to say to you."
John Harper Drennen had been the second vice-president of the Eastern Mines, Inc., New York. He had made his reputation as a man of clean probity, of unimpeachable honour. His influence became very great because his honesty was great. The first vice-president of the company was a man named Frayne. Just now Frayne lay dead outside with Max's and Drennen's bullets through his body.
Birdsall had taken to the mountains and was beyond pursuit. "Shorty," one of his men, rescued from drowning by the mail carrier and escort coming down from Frayne, confessed the plot and the General was now at Emory investigating. Major Burleigh had taken to his bed. Captain Newhall was reported gone to Denver.
All Frayne was out to see her start for her first ride with Beverly Field, and all Frayne reluctantly agreed that sweet Essie Dade could never sit a horse over ditch or hurdle with the superb grace and unconcern displayed by the daring, dashing girl who had so suddenly become the centre of garrison interest. For the first time in her life Mrs.
Particulars of the accident to General Field, however, were slow in reaching Fort Frayne; and, to the feverish unrest and mental trouble of the son, was now added a feverish anxiety on the father's account that so complicated the situation as to give Dr. Waller grave cause for alarm.
Tracy, hastening to the side of his enchantress, caught, in amaze, these words, almost hissed between set and grinding teeth. "Seven to three Shame!" But Frayne was far from done with excitement for the day.
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