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"He's above shooting himself in the lungs," said Carr. "Nonsense. No, I am convinced that someone followed you from this post, and perhaps Cahill can tell us who that was. I sent for him this morning, and he's waiting at my quarters now. Suppose I ask him to step over here, so that we can discuss it together." Before he answered, Ranson hesitated, with his eyes on the ground.
Previous knowledge of his moods, the sudden look of mischief in his eyes and a certain vibration in his voice caused the two lieutenants to jump simultaneously to their feet. "Ranson!" they shouted. Ranson laughed mockingly. "Oh, I'm bored to death," he cried. "What will you bet I don't?" He had risen with them, but, without waiting for their answer, ran to where his horse stood at the open door.
They promised him with a great love and tenderness. But at the sight Ranson protested wildly. "No," he whispered, "you mustn't promise anything. I shouldn't have asked it. After I'm out of this, after the court-martial, then you've got to promise that you'll never, never leave me." Miss Cahill knit her hands together and turned away her head.
No one came in, and he was quite alone " Ranson had begun speaking eagerly, but either his own words or the intentness with which Cahill received them caused him to halt and hesitate "absolutely alone." "You see," said Cahill, thickly, "as soon as they had gone I rode to the Indian village." "Why, no, father," corrected Miss Cahill.
It was all no good, for I felt angry with her, and despised her advances, no doubt, because I had Mimi, and wished to keep all my love for her. However, I took three louis out of my purse and gave them to her, asking her to tell me her history. "Stuart," she said, "was only my keeper; my real name is Ranson, and I am the mistress of a rich landed proprietor.
This frontal attack upon the whist-players upset the game entirely, and Ranson, enthroned upon the piano-stool, addressed the room. He held up a buckskin tobacco-bag decorated with beads. "I got this down at the Indian village to-night," he said. "That old squaw, Red Wing, makes 'em for two dollars. Crosby paid five dollars for his in New Mexico, and it isn't half as good. What do you think?
But what with Mame missing the poncho out of our shop and the wound in my hand I guessed they'd all soon suspect me. I saw you did. So I thought I'd just confess to what I meant to do, even if I didn't do it." Ranson surveyed his father-in-law with a delighted grin. "How did you get that bullet-hole in your hand?" he asked. Cahill laughed shamefacedly. "I hate to tell you that," he said.
But once back again in the whirl and rush of the great world outside of Fort Crockett, even as memories they would pass away. Mary Cahill made no outward answer to the rebellious utterance of Lieutenant Ranson. She only bent her eyes on her book and tried to think what the post would hold for her when he had carried out his threat and betaken himself into the world and out of her life forever.
Any vet. in the States has seen as much fighting as I have in the last half-year. I might as well have had charge of horse-car stables." "There is some truth in that," said Curtis cautiously. "If you do resign, certainly no one can accuse you of resigning in the face of the enemy." "Enemy, ye gods!" roared Ranson.
"I heard him tell the colonel's wife. Play 'Just Because She Made Them Goo-goo Eyes." "Like hell!" cried the bandmaster, indignantly, breaking in on the tune with his baton. "I know my business! Now, then, men," he commanded, "'I'll Leave My Happy Home for You." As Mrs. Bolland dragged Miss Cahill into view of the assembled troopers Ranson pulled his father-in-law into a far corner of the room.
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