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He was not a little comforted to notice that Sergeant Crisp, too, was showing signs of distress, while District Attorney Sligh was evidently in the last stages of exhaustion.
Cadwaller as the Inspector set off again. "Ain't yuh goin' to sneak up on 'em like?" "Sneak up on them? No, of course not," said the Inspector curtly. "We shall ride right in." "Say, Raimes," said Mr. Cadwaller, "a hole would be a blame nice thing to find just now." "Do you think there will be any trouble?" enquired Mr. Hiram Sligh of Sergeant Crisp. "Trouble?
On this occasion the Adjutant said to young Sligh: "Now, Tom, get behind some hill and the moment we call you, bring up the horses; time is often of importance." To the Adjutant's surprise Sligh burst into tears and besought that officer not to require him to stay behind, but on the contrary, to allow him to join his company and go into battle.
"Oh, no, they are a very good lot on the whole." "Good! We've got a lot of good Indians too, but they're all under graound. Five hundred men! Jeerupiter! Say, Sligh, how many soldiers does Uncle Sam have on this job?" "Well, I can't say altogether, but in Montana and Dakota I happen to know we have about four thousand regulars." "Say, figger that out, will yuh?" continued Mr. Cadwaller.
This is Her Majesty's court of Justice and we cannot tolerate any unbecoming language. "Waal, I'll be !" "Pardon me, Mr. Commissioner," said Mr. Hiram S. Sligh, interrupting his friend and client. "Perhaps I may make a statement. We've lost some twenty or thirty horses." "Thirty-one" interjected Mr. Raimes quietly. "Thirty-one!" burst in Mr. Cadwaller indignantly. "That's only one little bunch."
"And," continued Mr. Sligh, "we have traced them right up to the Blood reserve. More than that, Mr. Raimes has seen the horses in the possession of the Indians and we want your assistance in recovering our property." "Yes, by gum!" exclaimed Mr. Cadwaller. "And we want them eh eh consarned redskin thieves strung up." "You say you have seen the stolen horses on the Blood reserve, Mr.
"Sergeant Crisp, you will see to this," said the Inspector quietly as he rode away. Then Mr. Cadwaller began to laugh and continued laughing for several minutes. "By the holy poker, Sligh!" at last he exclaimed. "It's a joke. It's a regular John Bull joke." "Yes," said Mr. Sligh, while he cut a comfortable chew from his black plug. "Good joke, too, but not on John.
I am in command of this party and I must have absolute and prompt obedience. Mr. Cadwaller, it will be at your peril that you make any such move again. Let no man draw a gun until ordered by me! Now, then, cut out those horses and bunch them together!" "Jeerupiter! He's a hull brigade himself," said Mr. Cadwaller in an undertone, dropping back beside Mr. Sligh. "Waal, here goes for the bunch."
At first this was denied, but so persistent was he in his request that the Adjutant, who was very fond of him, said: "Well Tom, for this one time you may go, but don't ask it again." Away he went with a smile instead of a tear. Poor fellow! The Orderly, Thomas W. Sligh, was killed in that battle while assisting to drive back General Sickles from the "Peach Orchard" on the 2d day of July, 1863.
"I was jes goin' to interdooce to you, Jedge, these gentlemen from my own State, District Attorney Hiram S. Sligh and Mr. Rufus Raimes, rancher." The Commissioner duly acknowledged the introduction, standing to receive the strangers with due courtesy. "Now, Jedge, I want to see yer Chief of Police. I've got a case for him." "I have the honor to be the Commissioner. What can I do for you?"
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