However, he was not afraid of the largeness; and as he hastened as fast as he could, with ear alert for sunning rattlesnakes and eye upon a vast herd6 of buffalo grazing far to the northeast, he was rather glad of the loneliness. Moving objects, ahorse, might mean Indians, and Indians he did not want. Ah no, no, no.
Ned was bare-headed, his tow hair long and matted as if it needed cutting and combing. But who had[18] there been, in the Indian camps, to cut or comb a white-boy prisoner’s hair? He wore on his body a tattered8 fragment of stained blanketing, his head thrust through a slit9. One foot was supplied with an old moccasin that lacked part of the sole; the other foot had nothing. As he hurriedly walked he limped.
Where he was he did not know. He was still in Kansas, he believed, although one part of this flat prairie-country looked much like another. Since his escape from the Sioux he had been trying to travel straight east; but he had sneaked10 down crooked11 stream-beds and had slept some, and now exactly where he might be or how far he might have come, he could not tell.
Somewhere on before were the settlements of the Kansas frontier, out of which was creeping westward13 the Kansas Pacific Railroad, bound for Denver. North was the Republican Fork emigrant14 trail to Denver, and south was the Smoky Hill trail. With these, and with the outlying ranches16 and hamlets which were liable to be encountered, it did seem to Ned that by hook or crook12 he would be rescued if he only kept going.
Suddenly he stopped short, with lame17 foot upraised, and peered. He was all ready, like prairie-dog or other timid wild animal, to disappear. This was what alarmed him: the grazing herd of buffalo, resembling a great tract18 of black gooseberry bushes, had broken and were on the run!
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As everybody in the far West knew or ought to know, running buffalo were frightened buffalo; and the question naturally would be: “Which has frightened them—white hunters or Indian hunters?” Upon the answer might depend much, even life.
Ned’s heart thumped19 inside his bony chest, under the thin blanket, and he glanced about for hiding-place.
The creek-bed was too far; the earth around was flat and sandy and bald; but near at hand was a curious circular hollow, like a dimple in the brown face of the prairie. Crouching20 and skimming, Ned darted21 for it, and plunged22 in.
This was a buffalo-wallow. In the beginning some old buffalo bull, tormented23 by flies, had pawed and horned and turned up the sod of a soft spot in the prairie, and there had taken a good roll. Other buffalo bulls had followed him, enlarging the hole as they enjoyed their mud-baths. Now, in late November, the wallow was dry, but it was two feet deep and fifteen feet across.
Behind the sloping edge of the wallow Ned lay close, and peeped over. He was a brave boy, but he shivered with excitement. After he had escaped, and had come so far, and was almost within touch of white people, was he to be re-captured? He couldn’t stand it—no, he couldn’t stand it, unless he had to. When they have to, people can stand a great deal.
The buffalo were increasing in size rapidly, as with[20] their peculiar24 headlong rolling gallop25 they came thundering on. There were several thousand of them; the beat of their hoofs26 merged27 into a dull roar; over their torrent28 of black backs floated a yellow spume of dust.
Gazing beyond them anxiously Ned searched for the hunters. He thought that he saw them—some horsemen, veiled in the dust as they so furiously pursued. Were they white horsemen, or red? Then he saw, to his relief, that the course of the tossing herd was past his wallow, not over it. He would not be trampled29 to death, anyway; and perhaps he would not be seen. And then he saw that a single buffalo had separated from the flying herd, and that had paired off with it a single horseman, to ride it down. They were heading almost directly for the wallow.
Ned flattened30 himself as flat as a horned toad31 or a lizard32, and motionless, watched. He did not dare to stir his head, he dared scarcely to breathe. Indians, as well he knew, had eyes very keen for any movements against the surface of the ground.
The buffalo was running gallantly—head down, tail curved, heavy fore-quarters propelled by light hind-quarters. In its rear pursued the hunter. Ned, peering through a screen of weeds, fastened eyes upon him to read him. He wore a hat; good! He wore a shirt or coat; pretty good! He held a revolver; very good! He rode like a white man; hurrah33!
Heart beating afresh, Ned waited a minute longer, to make certain.
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How the buffalo ran! How the hunter rode! It was a big bull buffalo. Ned could see his shaggy head, like a lion’s; he fancied that he could see his tongue as it hung foamy34 and red; almost could he see his glaring eyeballs and hear his panting breath. The horseman—yes, he was white!—was leaning forward, lifting his long-legged bay to the race. His right hand held high a heavy revolver, his left hand gathered the loosely drawn35 reins36; his broad-brimmed hat flared37 in the breeze that he made; his hair, yellow and free, streamed backward. He gave a wild, exultant38 halloo, and his horse, lengthening39 with leap after leap, fairly was eating the space to the straining, lumbering40 quarry41. It took a fast horse to do this; but the buffalo was wounded, for now from his red tongue was dripping something redder still.
Ned had just concluded that the hunter must be a soldier, for his trousers-seams, showing between boot-tops and shirt or coat, bore broad stripes, when he realized also that this chase, like the rest of the chase, was passing his wallow; and that if he did not make himself known he would not be seen. Another minute, and buffalo and rider would be by, and the chances were small that they ever would notice such a small thing as he, behind them. With a spring, out rushed Ned; waving his arms and calling, he ran forward across the prairie.
His thoughts and eyes were on the rider—that white man rider. He was regardless of the buffalo,[22] now—but the buffalo proved not regardless of him. Into the very path of the onward42 scouring43 chase went Ned, waving and shouting; and veering44 at sharp tangent the buffalo instantly charged for him. The buffalo’s little tail flicked45 up, in half-cocked manner, his shaggy head dropped lower, and he made a savage46 lunge at what he thought was a new enemy.
Ned paused not for parley47. An enraged48 buffalo bull coming full tilt49 won’t listen to talk, and the fact that Ned was only a boy made no difference to this big fellow. In a sideways jump Ned dodged50 and turned and made for his wallow again.
This seemed the thing to do. Now he forgot about the rider and thought about the buffalo. He had small hope of beating him, for a buffalo can run as fast as an ordinary horse and this buffalo was very angry. Ned imagined that the hot breath of the great animal was burning his back—that the hard stubby horns were grazing him there; his legs were weak and his feet heavy; and nervously51 glancing behind him, as he ran, he stumbled, sprawling52 head over heels. When he should stop rolling, then what?
He stopped, and scrambling53 for his feet he looked quickly, poised54 on hands and knees, before he should rise. His next movements depended upon the buffalo. The buffalo had halted, as if surprised. He was almost towering over, so huge he stood; he was surveying Ned, his matted hump high, his bearded hairy head low again, his tongue dripping crimson55 froth, his red-streaked[23] eye-balls standing56 out amidst his matted locks, his throat rumbling57, his forehoofs flinging the dirt in defiance58. As soon as he could debate a little over what had upset his new enemy, he would charge again.
Ned, crouched59 on hands and knees, stared at the buffalo; the buffalo, rumbling and pawing and bleeding, stared at Ned.
But the rider—the rider! With rapid thud of hoofs he galloped60. “Keep down, lad! Keep down!” he shouted, in clear ringing voice. Ned never forgot how he looked, as with bright yellow hair floating, crimson necktie-ends at his throat streaming, black hat-brim flaring61, wide blue eyes in bronzed moustached face blazing, bridle62 free and revolver levelled, like a whirlwind he passed the great beast—firing as he did so—and now at full speed passing Ned also he leaned, Indian-wise, grasped Ned under the arms and with strong heave hoisted63 him right up to the saddle.
For an instant longer the horse, with Ned thus suspended beside him, careened on. Then in response to vigorous command and tug64 of gauntleted hand holding both revolver and lines, he wheeled and stopped. Giddy, clinging desperately65 to the buckskin waist, Ned gazed before. The great bull was prone66, feebly kicking his last. Ned looked up, into a face looking down. It was a handsome, manly67 face; lean and deeply tanned, with sunny blue eyes, broad high forehead, straight nose, flowing tawny68 moustache, firm cleft69 chin, all under a large soft-brimmed black slouch[24] hat, from beneath which the bright yellow hair fell in long curly waves to the shirt collar. This shirt collar was generous and rolling, of blue flannel70 with a white star at either point in front. Under the collar lay a long soft tie of crimson silk, its ends loosely knotted and hanging down outside a fringed buckskin coat. Between skirt of coat and tops of riding-boots showed dusty trousers of army blue, with broad yellow stripes down the seams. Altogether, to Ned’s quick and wondering eye he was a most attractive and remarkable71 individual.
“Well, we got the buffalo before he got you, didn’t we? Let’s see.”
With a “Whoa, Phil! Steady, now!” to the horse, he carefully lowered Ned and set him back upon the ground; then swinging easily off he dismounted, and leaving the horse to stand, with revolver ready he approached the buffalo. But the buffalo was stone dead.
“All right,” he called back, to Ned, who was anxiously watching. “Hurrah! He’s a big fellow, isn’t he! And there come the dogs! Hi!” and raising a cow-horn from its sling73 to his lips he blew a stirring, rollicking blast. “Watch them leg it! The pace was too hot for them, this time. Well,” he spoke74, more directly, to Ned, “come over here, and tell me[25] about yourself. You’re a white lad, aren’t you? My name’s Custer—Autie Custer; what’s yours?”
“Ned Fletcher,” faltered75 Ned. “I’m a white boy, but I’ve been captive with the Indians. Now I’m escaping. You—you’re an officer in the army, I guess.”
Ned hesitated. His gaze strayed to the blackish specks77, said to be dogs, rapidly nearing across the prairie; and returned to this straight, lithe78, square-shouldered figure, standing there so fascinating in face and form and garb79. Ned could not tell exactly why, but he felt that this man was every inch a soldier and a leader. If he wasn’t an officer he ought to be, anyway. So Ned hazarded:
“By those stripes—and you’ve got stars on your shirt collar.”
The blue eyes twinkled merrily.
“Oh, those stars don’t count for anything. That’s a sailor shirt. And maybe I stole the pants. My wife calls me ‘Autie,’ the men call me ‘Jack,’ but once in a while somebody calls me ‘Colonel,’ so I suppose I’m a sort of an officer, after all. But here—if you’re a white boy you’ve got to have something on. Aren’t you cold? You must be cold. Take my coat. Captive to the Indians, you say? Where? How did that happen? Put on that coat, and tell me. I’ll be cutting out this buffalo’s tongue. Did you ever see[26] a buffalo’s tongue cut out? It’s quite a job, isn’t it! Hi! Hello, pups! (For the dogs were arriving.) Down, Maida! Down, Flirt80! Blucher! Good dog, Byron! Where’s Rover? Oh, yes; I see. Hurry, Rover, or you’ll be too late. There! That’ll do. Next time you hunt with the old man you’ll save your wind for the final spurt81, won’t you!”
The dogs were splendid animals: three gaunt, rough-coated stag hounds, a deer hound, a fox hound or two. They came in panting and eager, whining82 and gambolling83 and sniffing84 right and left. Colonel Custer knelt and whipping out his hunting-knife pried85 open the dead bull’s mouth and slashed86 at the thick tongue.
Ned didn’t want to put on the buckskin coat, but he had been ordered to, so he did, and dropped the ragged87 blanket. The coat almost covered him. While the dogs nosed him and excitement still reigned88, he answered the questions.
“The Dog Soldiers killed my father and burned the ranch15 and took my mother and sister and me away with them. My mother is dead—they made her work too hard (and Ned choked up), and I don’t know where my sister is but I’m going to find her.”
“Where was the ranch?”
“On the Bijou in Colorado.”
“How long ago?”
“About a year. I was traded to the Sioux. But when I had a chance I ran away.”
“From their village?”
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“No, sir; on the march.”
“Who were the chiefs?”
“The Sioux chief was Pawnee Killer89, and the Cheyenne chief was Cut Nose. I ran away from Pawnee Killer. My sister’s out with old Cut Nose’s Cheyennes, I think.”
“Where do you want to go, my boy?”
“Anywhere, so that I find my sister.”
“All right.” Colonel Custer had finished cutting out the tongue. Now he wiped his knife on the buffalo’s wool, and stood. “We’ll take you back to Riley, first. That’s where I live—Fort Riley. It isn’t far; a day’s ride. We’re out on a little scout90. There comes my orderly, now. The lazy fellow! Eh, Phil?” and the handsome bay horse, thus addressed, pricked91 his ears. “First we leave the orderly, then we leave the dogs, and we kill a buffalo and pick up a boy! That will be something to tell the old lady when we get back.”
About this handsome, energetic army officer was an air so happy-go-lucky and boyish that Ned, another boy, found himself already loving him.
Now the orderly galloped up. He wore fatigue92 cap and blouse and trousers, of the regulation service blue; and by yellow braid and chevrons93 and the brass94 horn hanging from his shoulder he was a bugler96.
He arrived dusty and red, his horse much blown; pulling short he saluted97, trying not to stare. Colonel Custer drew himself up very tall and straight and[28] military, surveyed him sternly and spoke gruffly—although Ned felt certain that those blue eyes held a twinkle.
“Take this boy on before you, Odell. Where’s the rest of the troop?”
“Yes, sir. Following the buffalo, sir.”
“Where have you been?”
“Trying to catch up with you, sir.”
“Oh! I see.” And as Colonel Custer turned, to his own horse, and tied the buffalo tongue to the saddle, Ned fancied not only the twinkle in the eyes but a smile under the yellow moustache.
“Well, boy, you’re to get aboard with me, the general says,” said Bugler Odell. “Give me a grip on ye and I’ll help ye up. But you ought to have coverin’ for your legs. It’s cold, ridin’. Use that blanket, now, I see lyin’ there.”
“No. I’ve got enough,” asserted Ned, eyeing the blanket fragment disdainfully. The heavy buckskin coat fell below his knees, and he was used to the cold air.
“Yes; wrap that piece of blanketing around you, or you’ll wear a hole through Odell’s saddle-skirts,” bade Colonel Custer, as he vaulted99 astride his own saddle.
“You hear what the general says,” reminded Bugler Odell, soberly. “Fetch the blanket and come on, now.”
So Ned, understanding that it was the custom, evidently,[29] to obey whatever the man with the yellow hair directed, gingerly lifted the fragment of dirty blanket, and approached the bugler’s stirrup. With one foot upon it, and the trooper hauling him stoutly100, he right soon was seated before the low pommel, where he tucked the blanketing around his legs.
“Ready?” queried101 the bugler. “Here we go, and you’d better hang tight, for the general won’t wait. That hoss o’ his is a tarrer.”
“The general? Is he a general! He said he was colonel,” stammered102 Ned, perplexed103, as following the man with the yellow hair away they went, at jolting104 trot105 which speedily broke into a smoother gallop.
“Who? General Custer? Sure, he’s left’nant-colonel o’ regulars, commandin’ the Sivinth Cavalry106; but he was brigadier-general and brevet major-general o’ the volunteers in the war, and the youngest one in the whole army, too. Yes, and it’s brevet o’ major-general o’ regulars he’s just been given. So ‘general’ he’s to be called, and don’t you forget it.”
“General Custer! Oh, I know General Custer! He was the ‘boy general’!” exclaimed Ned, excited. “My father knew him, I mean. He was my father’s general. Now I remember. I didn’t think, at first.”
“Well, he’s a good soldier and a fine man,” commented the bugler, succinctly107; “and of the Sivinth Cavalry he’s goin’ to make a regiment108, or I’m much mistaken.”
The carcass of the dead buffalo bull had been left[30] behind. The prairie before was free of other buffalo, for all the great fleeing herd had vanished. General Custer, riding superbly, his crimson tie ends and his yellow hair streaming together, his dogs panting on either side and at his heels, was rapidly increasing his lead; his young horse was a racer and a thoroughbred, and the trooper’s horse was heavy and ordinary. Clinging tight to the mane with his hands and to the saddle-flaps with his shins, Ned, secure and not a whit7 afraid (he had ridden bare-legged and bare-back too often, with the Indians) enjoyed the gallop, but wished that they might be nearer to “the general.”
Black specks, moving about over the surface of the prairie, appeared before. The general slackened pace, and as the bugler and Ned approached he ordered, over his shoulder:
“Sound the rally.”
Bugler Odell attempted to salute98, to pull his horse down to a trot, and to raise his bugle95 to his mouth—all in a moment. But the horse shook its head and champed and tugged109, and the bugle, swinging between the man rider and the boy rider, wedged fast. Odell muttered several angry, chagrined110 remarks.
“I’ll blow it,” offered Ned, friendly. “Shall I?”
“You!” grunted111 Trooper Odell. “It’s the rally, by the bugle, the general wants. If you’ll hold this hoss a second, now——” and red and flustered112 he hauled hard.
“I’ll blow it. I can,” repeated Ned, eagerly, anxious[31] to show his mettle113 and to help the embarrassed Odell.
As the obstinate114 horse pranced115 the bugle swung free again, jerked fairly around so that Ned needed only to reach and grab it. He promptly116 applied117 it to his lips (while clutching tight with his one hand and his two shins), and blew the rally the best that he could. Clear and passably regular pealed118 the high notes.
“Good enough, b’gorry!” muttered Odell. “But what’ll the general say? Give me that horn.”
The moment that the last note died away the general had wheeled his horse, to gaze.
“Who blew that call?” he shouted.
“I did,” announced Ned, bravely. “Mr. Odell was managing his horse, and he didn’t say I might but I did.”
“The boy took the horn before I could stop him, sir,” explained the flurried Odell. “I’ll blow it now, sir. This pesky hoss——” and Bugler Odell jerked savagely119 at the bit, pulling his mount to its haunches.
“He blew it mighty120 well, then,” declared General Custer. “Try it again, boy. Put more force behind it, so those soldiers yonder’ll hear. We’re sounding the rally for them to come; see?”
Tremendously Ned blew—glueing his lips and puffing121 his cheeks and popping his eyes. Far pealed the notes, across the brown prairie. And now the specks must have heard, for by twos and threes they were[32] coming, ever growing larger, and turning into mounted men.
The general jogged easily, with Bugler Odell and Ned close behind him.
“Where did you learn the bugle?” he demanded.
“From my father,” answered Ned, proudly. “He knew all the army calls.”
“He did, did he? Where’d he learn them?”
“In the war. He was a bugler.”
“What regiment?”
“Sixth Michigan Cavalry.”
“What!” General Custer stopped his horse, as he turned in the saddle and scrutinized122 Ned, his blue eyes shining. “Was he a Michigander? In my old brigade, then! He was one of my boys! The son or daughter of any of my boys is like one of my own family. Of course you’ll come with me to Fort Riley. What do you want to do?”
Sudden resolve seized Ned.
“I’d like to join the army, too, and hunt Indians until I find my sister.”
“You shall,” declared the general, enthusiastically. “I’ll enlist123 you as a bugler with the Seventh Cavalry, and we’ll hunt Indians together and find your sister, I’m sure. Shake hands on it.” He skillfully reined124 his restless bay to the side of the troop horse and extended his hand. With a strong grip his nervous gauntlet closed warmly about Ned’s slim scarred fingers. “Now tell me more about your father.”
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So, as they rode slowly, biding125 the arrival of the soldiery, Ned did: relating to this singularly young general (the youngest, had said Bugler Odell, in the whole army, commanding men, like Ned’s father, almost twice his age) the story of how Mr. Fletcher, after the War, had moved to the frontier of Colorado Territory and had located upon a ranch; how outlaw126 Cheyennes and Sioux, called “Dog Soldiers,” had raided the ranch, killing127 him in the field, burning the buildings and carrying off Ned, Ned’s mother, and his sister who was eight.
While the general was asking questions, the other soldiers, responding to the “rally,” began to arrive.
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