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Laura London's letter was not delivered until the second day, for, though she had not told her messenger to give it to Sam when he was alone, Curly guessed this would be better. The two young men had ridden down to Big Tree spring to get quail for supper. "Letter for you from a young lady," Flandrau said, and handed it to Cullison.
Abruptly Mac got up and disappeared in the night, muttering something about looking after the horses. His partner understood well enough what was the matter. The redheaded puncher was in a stress of emotion, and like the boy he was he did not want Curly to know it. Flandrau pretended to be asleep when Mac returned half an hour later.
The long procession of families leaving their desolated homes, many of them never to return, formed one of the saddest scenes in the history of the outbreak, and will ever be remembered by the gallant force under the command of Judge Flandrau, who led them to a place of safety. As soon as Gen. Sibley arrived at Fort Ridgely a detail of Company A of the Sixth regiment, under command of Capt.
If I'd been judge you'd a-had first place, Mr. Flandrau." "Much obliged. And now you've identified me sufficient, how about that ticket?" "I was coming to that. Sure you can get a ticket. Good on any train. You're so darned active, maybe you could get off Number 4 when she is fogging along sixty miles per. But most folks couldn't, not with any comfort." "Meaning that the Flyer doesn't stop?"
Almost simultaneously with the attack on Fort Ridgely the Indians in large numbers appeared in the vicinity of New Ulm, with the evident intention of burning and pillaging the village. Judge Charles E. Flandrau of this city, who was then residing at St. Peter, organized a company of volunteers and marched across the country to the relief of that place.
Because he could not persuade him to join in their drinking bouts, Stone nicknamed Curly the good bad man. "He's the prize tough in Arizona, only he's promised his ma not to look on the wine when it is red," Blackwell sneered. Flandrau smiled amiably, and retorted as best he could. It was his cue not to take offence unless it were necessary.
The time has passed when Arizona must stand as a synonym for anarchy. She looked up at the young man breathlessly, her pretty lips parted, her dilated eyes taking him in solemnly. A question trembled on her lips. "Say it," advised Flandrau. The courage to ask what she was thinking came back in a wave. "Then I will. Are you a rustler?" "That's what the paper says, don't it?"
"Not just now, honey," her father said gently. "This young man came here to tell us something. Or so I gathered from his friend Davis." Flandrau told his story, or all of it that would bear telling before a girl. He glossed over his account of the dissipation at the horse ranch, but he told all he knew of Laura London and her interest in Sam.
But what's the matter with your face? It looks some lopsided. Did a mule kick you?" Sweeney gave his companion the laugh. "Better let him alone, Dutch. If he lands on you again like he did before your beauty ce'tainly will be spoiled complete." The little puncher's eyes snapped rage. "You'll get yours pretty soon, Mr. Curly Flandrau. The boys are fixin' to hang yore hide up to dry."
"Not at Tin Cup." "Have to take the afternoon train then?" "I reckon." He punched a ticket and shoved it through the window toward Curly. "Sixty-five cents, please." Flandrau paid for and pocketed the ticket he did not intend to use. He had found out what he wanted to know. The express did not stop at Tin Cup. Why, then, had Soapy marked the time of its arrival there?
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