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Meinecke saluted in his methodical German fashion, turned away, and presently could be heard ordering "Unsaddle" and then shouting for Private Bland. "Are there any of our men besides the farrier who have any knowledge of surgery?" asked the lieutenant of Sergeant Lee. "They say Bland has, sir. I don't know any one else." "Well, I've just sent for him. Mr.
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Drummond looked around at the man incredulous, almost derisive. The story was improbable, too much so to deserve even faint attention. Just then Meinecke came back and, precise as ever, stood attention and saluted. "Herr Lieutenant, Private Bland is not with my party at all, sir." "Did you leave him back with the packs?" "No, sir; the men say he wasn't with us all night.
Then, bidding Meinecke dismount the men and reset blankets and saddles, the young officer gave "Chester" rein and was soon kneeling by the side of his trusty subordinate. Lee said no word at all, simply pointed ahead. And here was a sight to make a soldier's pulses bound.
The thimbleful of whiskey forced between his lips only gurgled down his throat, and Drummond felt no responsive flutter of pulse. The shock to his system must indeed have been great, for Harvey lay like one in a trance. Drummond feared that he might never again open his eyes to light and home. And then the weary troop came trotting into view, old Sergeant Meinecke in command.
You were doubtless aware that the Coopers with their circles had a mind to take Leipzig. I ran up, and hove them beyond Saale. Yesterday I went to reconnoitre them; could not attack them in the post they held. This had rendered them rash. Thanks to God I have not a hundred men killed; the only General ill wounded is Meinecke. The instant I have time, I will tell you more.
"We've found a man out on the plain to the southeast, gagged and bound. Shall we fetch him in?" "You go, Quinn, but get some one else to help you. Patterson, your horse is fresh, gallop back on the trail. Tell Sergeant Meinecke to come ahead for all he's worth. Let the packs take care of themselves. Send Sergeant Lee in here to me again."
Then he felt sure that a portion at least would stampede for the hills, and that he would not have to fight more than ten or a dozen. His plan was at all hazards to cut out, recapture, and hold Harvey's wagon. That, first of all; then, if possible, the others. And now the time had come. In eager but suppressed excitement Meinecke and the men came trotting up the slope.
But jutting point and rolling shoulder of bluff or hill-side ever interposed. Drummond had just glanced at his watch for perhaps the twentieth time since daybreak and was replacing it in his pocket when an exclamation from Sergeant Meinecke startled him. "Look at Lee!"
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