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Within a week, as we know, the telegram had reached the th announcing Truscott's move, and that very afternoon Mrs.
He glanced quickly from one to the other, the pale girl by his side, the startled young matron in front, and the statuesque soldier, respectfully standing with his hand at the cap visor. "Pardon, madame; the quartermaster sends me to unload these boxes at Captain Truscott's quarters, if madame will designate the room to which they shall be carried."
"Safe, but badly wounded." And then little by little the story was told. But for Ray no rescue could have come. The regiment was miles away across country. Truscott's squadron had reached their late camp the previous evening to find them gone.
She knew perfectly well that there was no parallel in the conditions existing in Arizona in Mr. Truscott's time and those of the day in Kansas with Billings. Still, she wanted to contrast the men and their methods, and, as is not unusual, pronounced the abstract statement that "it wasn't so with Mr. Truscott. Then we could have the band night after night."
It occurred to him that the discovery might be made very useful. He was plainly losing ground there. Invitations to tea and dinner had not been forthcoming since Truscott's squadron marched away, and his efforts to see Miss Sanford alone had been frustrated.
Half an hour afterwards, half sobered and partially restored, he was able to say a brief word of farewell to the post commander, a venomous word. Meantime, stopping at his quarters a moment to return his revolver and wash his hands, Ray went up the row to Truscott's. He had not time to knock.
Truscott's door, and saw Marion Sanford slowly descending the stairs, her face very white and wan.
Why is he not with his company? And where is Mr. Ray? If the board has adjourned, I should suppose that Mr. Gleason would be on duty with his men, he is Truscott's first lieutenant, you know, and that Mr. Ray would be rushing through to catch his company. Why isn't he escorting them I wonder?
He recalled all her enthusiasm in that still uncompleted purchase of Dandy, in her munificence to Hogan. He knew well that no matter how he might have misjudged Mrs. Truscott's motives he had no right or reason, whatever, in letting himself think that this brave, glorious, loyal girl could have been shaken one instant in her faith in his friend.
He smiled serenely at all their shafts, and spoke of the deeds of the regiment quite as though he had been an active participant. He hung around Truscott's quarters a good deal, bringing all manner of trivial items of news from time to time, and even manufacturing them that he might have an excuse to see the ladies. They begged Mrs.
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