“Is it a fight, Bill?”
“Looks peculiar,” answered Wild Bill, jogging on. He was not a man of many words. But California Joe neglected no opportunity to talk, and obligingly pausing, in front of the cavalry3, from his mule4 he took up the conversation.
“If we do fight it’s goin’ to be the gol-durndest fracas5 ever you got into. Those Injuns seem to think they can whip the hull6 Yewnited States army. An Injun’ll beat a white man runnin’, every time, so I ’spect our best holt is fittin’; but marcy on us, look at ’em! Thar ain’t ’nough of us to go half round. It’s a big thing, I tell ’ee, an’ if we lick those varmints we got to get up an’ dust. Mebbe it won’t be fittin’; mebbe it’ll be jest wipin’ ’em out. But they got a powerful lot o’ weepons, furnished ’em by the Injun department to kill soldiers with. See those rifles, will[90] ye? They’ll outshoot these hyar sawed-off carbines o’ yourn. Well, reckon I’ll jine the infantry7,” and still maundering on California Joe leisurely8 rode through an interval9, and posted himself elsewhere. His voice, amiably10 addressing all around him, never ceased; but nobody longer paid attention to him. The crisis was too acute, when two such lines, of the red and of the white, in battle array faced one another.
The plains back of the Indians’ line was dotted with more Indians, in bunches, like reserves, and in little squads11, as if for courier duty. The chiefs had faced about, watchful12 of the soldiers’ line; and for a moment intense silence reigned13. Each line eyed the other, waiting for the first movement.
General Hancock, accompanied by Guerrier the interpreter, and Wild Bill the chief of scouts, and by several officers of his staff, boldly rode forward, halting when midway. Guerrier called with a loud voice, in Cheyenne, and made sign, for a conference. Thereupon out from the ranks of the Indians rode a party of chiefs, holding aloft, on a lance butt14, a white rag. At a signal from General Hancock, and the start of an aide, General Custer advanced to take part in the interview.
California Joe, poking15 forward again, coolly took his place before the cavalry line, and proceeded to talk, as usual.
“Now thar’ll be more palaver,” he announced, to all hearers, “an’ meanwhile the village is packin’ up[91] an’ skadoodlin’. Know those ’er chiefs? The big feller with the flag o’ truce16 is Roman Nose, Cheyenne—an’ he ain’t no slouch, boys, either. T’others o’ the Cheyennes are Bull Bear, White Horse, Gray Beard an’ Medicine Wolf; rest are Sioux, bein’ that rascal17 Pawnee Killer18, Bad Wound, Left Hand, Little Bear, Little Bull, an’ Tall Bear That Walks Under the Ground. Shakin’ hands, are they? Wall, reckon we don’t fight to-day. Mebbe next time. Guess I’ll go see. Giddap!” And away cantered California Joe, backward in nothing, to overhear the conference.
The talk appeared to be satisfactory, for presently the chiefs returned to their line, and the staff officers dispersed19 upon various errands. General Custer rejoined his command. The Indian line had wheeled about, and was riding away in a jostling, disorderly mass. The first orders issued up and down the battle front of the whites indicated that the march was to be resumed.
General Hancock seemed tired of the delays. No halt was made, little was said (except by California Joe, who ambled21 along as he pleased, discoursing22 right and left, and to himself); the scouts, in compact body, and the general and staff, led; the troops plodded23 behind; and at last, toward sunset, in a curve of the stream, before, appeared the crossed poles of many white lodges24, welling evening smoke.
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“Thar’s yore village,” yelled California Joe, to the cavalry which he evidently had adopted. “Three hundred lodges, half Cheyenne, half Sioux. Fine place, too, ain’t it? Plenty wood an’ water an’ grass, an’ those thar bluffs26 on north an’ west to fend27 off the wind. Trust an Injun to make a good camp.”
“The compliments of the commanding general, sir, and he directs that the cavalry go into camp on the right, half a mile before reaching the village. Guards will be posted to prevent any communication between the soldiers and the village. It is the general’s desire that the Indians shall not be annoyed by visitors.”
“Huh!” grunted29 California Joe. “Now, if that ain’t the most con-siderate gen’ral I ever see. Mustn’t annoy the pore Injun, hey? Wall, I’ll be horn-swoggled!”
Little occurred, in camp, during the evening, except that Roman Nose (who indeed was a fine-looking Indian, tall and powerful, broad-chested, and beak-nosed), Grey Bear and Medicine Wolf of the Cheyennes came in, and soon two of them left, mounted on cavalry horses. From the conversation between the general and Lieutenant30 Moylan, Ned learned that the squaws and children had run from the village, because they feared so many white soldiers; or, at least, thus had claimed the chiefs; and now two of the chiefs had been sent to overtake them and bring them back.
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The night settled crisp and dark, with the moon hidden by drifting clouds. Not a sound issued from the direction of the Indian village, where dimly gleamed the white skin lodges of the Cheyennes and the Sioux. Ned blew “Tattoo,” and “Taps” for lights out; and the cavalry camp as well as the infantry and artillery31 camp, went to bed. General Custer’s tent had been pitched by itself, near to General Hancock’s. The little “pup” tent of Ned was beside the tent of the adjutant, Lieutenant Moylan. And all was still.
Ned had been sound asleep, in his blankets, when suddenly he was wakened by a voice, speaking low but distinct.
“Moylan! Moylan! Oh, Moylan!”
“What is it?” and Lieutenant Moylan stirred.
“It’s I—Custer. Open up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lieutenant Moylan hastily arose, and fumbled32 at the flaps, untying33 them. Ned peered out, the dim figure of General Custer was just visible.
“Don’t make a light,” he said. “The regiment34 is ordered to move out, at once. Guerrier has come in from the village and reports all the warriors saddling to leave in a hurry. The general wants us to surround the village and nip that movement in the bud. The best way will be for us to notify the company commanders, one at a time, and they can tell the first sergeants35. You take one battalion36 and I’ll take the[94] other. Fletcher will follow me. No noise, mind. Have the men saddle up and fall in without bugle37 signals or any other signals, if possible. Sabres held to prevent clanking.”
The general was not kept waiting long, where he stood by the tent flaps; speedily Lieutenant Moylan was treading with silent, hasty foot, in the one direction, and Ned was following his leader in the other.
Amidst the serried38 canvases occurred a resurrection as the captains sought the first sergeants, and the first sergeants passed rapidly from tent to tent, whispering through to the men. With astonishingly little confusion or noise the horses were saddled, the companies were mounted, and all was ready.
A slight bustle39 from the remainder of the camp indicated that the infantry and artillery also had been awakened40 and were being put under arms.
This was exciting; and as off they rode, at a walk, in long column, through the still night, Ned, behind the general and Adjutant Moylan and Guerrier the interpreter, thrilled with it. They were going to surround the Indian village; and there might be a fight.
Every sabre was tucked between leg and saddle-flap, so that it would not clink. All in silence proceeded the shadowy column. Orders were given in a whisper, and by whisper passed from troop to troop. The moon was almost full, but luckily the clouds concealed[95] it constantly. In the distance before flickered41 the red light of a camp fire, at the village; it was made the guide.
The column swung in an oblique42 change of direction, to strike the village from above. This was a good move, for if the Indians tried to escape, they would be forced to run right into the infantry, at the camp.
“Do you think they suspect we’re coming, Guerrier?” in low tone asked the general.
“I do not think so,” answered Guerrier.
“We’ll have to watch sharp for an ambuscade, Moylan,” prompted the general. “Our visit may not please the red gentlemen.”
Now the column was near. The moon peeped out between clouds, and then could be seen the glimmer43 of the white buffalo44-hide lodges amidst the grove45 of willows46 and cottonwoods by the river.
“Have each rear troop deploy47, in succession, as skirmishers, forming a continuous line facing inward, around the village,” ordered the general, to the adjutant. “But quietly, remember.” And back rode Lieutenant Moylan, carrying the instructions.
Skillfully the great circle was formed; for when, suddenly, out from the clouds burst the moon, shining like a light-house on an island of the sky, it revealed the cavalrymen sitting motionless on their motionless horses, in a great fringe; and in the center was the[96] ghostly village. Just a little breeze sighed softly through the cottonwoods, while the stream flowing through grove and village murmured music.
A horseman rode from down the line. It was the regimental surgeon, Dr. Coates—a jolly man, always eager for adventure.
“By thunder! Believe they’re all asleep yet,” he whispered, excited.
“Well, we can go in and see. I’d like to know whether we’ve captured a deserted50 village, after all.”
“Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain,” quoted the doctor, who was given to saying such things.
“Nothing very sweet about an Indian village, doctor,” retorted the general. “I’ll just take you along, to prove it. Tell the officers to have their troops wait at a ready, Moylan, while we take a nearer look. Come back at once. I want you with me.”
The adjutant quickly started the word down the circle, and returned.
“We’d better all go in,” bade the general, dismounting. “The bugler51, too. I may need him. Leave your horses here.”
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Quickly Ned swung from Buckie. Quickly swung from their horses also the doctor, and the lieutenant, and Guerrier the interpreter. They left the animals in charge of an orderly, and trudged52 forward afoot.
The general and Guerrier led. The moonlight made walking easy, and staring hard at the tents, step by step they advanced, across the open space separating the cavalry circle from the village in the middle. Nothing happened. As before, silence, broken only by the slight breeze and the tinkling53 water, reigned.
Guerrier called out loudly, in Cheyenne. Instantly a dog barked, and another, and another, until a furious angry chorus rent the quiet moonlight.
“Many dogs,” he said. “So I think they still there. Dogs would go, too.”
“Call again.”
“Then why don’t they answer?”
“Guess they wait, in the trees; and when we get nearer, maybe they shoot. No like this.”
“That’s a comforting idea,” blurted56 the general. “But we’ve gone too far to back out with honor now. Let’s investigate those first lodges.”
He drew his revolver. Lieutenant Moylan drew his, and Ned imitated. The butt of the heavy Colt’s six-shooter felt good to his hand. Once more they stole forward, this time more cautiously. Ned’s heart[98] beat with a thumpity-thumpity; but he was not afraid, where the general led.
The general dropped to hands and knees, as example to the others, and thus crept to the nearest of the little bunch of lodges. Occasionally he stopped, and listened; and then stopped and listened all, holding their breaths. Still from the trees sped no arrow, belched57 no sudden shot, pealed58 no shrill59, exultant60 voice; and from the lodges issued not a sound.
“I believe every soul has fled,” spoke61 the general, more in ordinary tone, and somewhat as if relieved. He arose to stooping posture62. Guerrier advanced quickly to the first of the lodges, pulled aside the mat that closed the entrance, and stepped within. One after another they followed. The lodge25 was empty of inmate63.
The familiar odor of Indian—of smoked skins and kinnikinnick or the leaf and tobacco mixture used by the Indian in pipes, of dogs and of grease, smote64 Ned’s nostrils65. Yes, he had been saturated66 with it, himself, in his days of captivity67. A fire was still burning low in the center of the lodge, shedding a faint light, so that they could see about them. And gaze about them they did, the doctor the most curiously68 of all. Things had been left as if the owners had just stepped out. Soft buffalo robes covered the ground; the robe beds were in place, with the head rolls for pillows; the parfleches or boxes of hard bull-hide were carefully[99] stowed away along the edges of the tent, as customary, and they were full of Indian handiwork. Paint-bags, hide ropes, moccasins—everything was there, awaiting use. And over the smouldering fire was hanging a kettle, which gently simmered with a steam that smelled extremely good.
This attracted the inquisitive69 doctor’s nose and eye, and he proceeded to investigate.
“Great Scott!” he said. “What is it—soup? Where’s a ladle, or spoon, or something? Here; I’ve found one. You fellows dragged me out without any lunch. I’m hungry. Wait. I’ve always wanted to try Indian cooking. It ought to be first class.” He probed about in the kettle, and with his horn spoon extracted a chunk70 the size of his fist. “What do you suppose this is,” he queried, holding it up and turning it about. “Um-m! Delicious smell.”
“Taste it,” bade the general.
“I will.” And the doctor did. He smacked71 his lips. “Excellent! Excellent!” he exclaimed, and munched72 it down with great satisfaction. “Must be buffalo, cooked by a new process.”
“Here’s Guerrier,” spoke the lieutenant. “He’ll know.”
Guerrier had vanished, on further tour of inspection73; now he re-entered.
“What’s this meat, Guerrier?” asked the doctor, eagerly. “Try it. Take my spoon.”
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Guerrier willingly enough plunged74 the spoon into the kettle, and hooked a piece the largest yet. He set his teeth into it.
“Why, it’s dog, of course,” he informed, eating away.
Ned had suspected the same, but he had not been asked. Now chuckled76 and swayed the general and the lieutenant, smothering77 their glee.
“Let’s look further,” quoth the general. “There may be other surprises. Any sign of the Indians about, Guerrier?”
“No. Village deserted,” answered Guerrier.
They emerged from the lodge, into the moonlight, and rummaged78 here and there. Guerrier disappeared again.
“In my opinion,” remarked the general, “that half-breed knew of this all along. He was supposed to report to headquarters the first token that the village was being abandoned. Instead, he waited, to let the Indians clear out, then he reported. You know, his wife was in the village; and so he wanted to make her safe.”
“Humph!” grunted the doctor and the lieutenant.
The general went poking about; so did the others. One lodge did not have any fire; its interior was dark, when the general stuck his head in; and picking up a[101] splinter of wood he lighted it, for a torch. Then in he boldly went—only to call back, handing the splinter forth80 again.
“Light this, will you, doctor? It blew out on me.”
The doctor hastened away, to light the splinter at a lodge fire, and Ned waited for him. The general must have been moving in the dark, inside, for Ned heard a quick exclamation81 from him, and he thought that next he caught a strange voice, addressing the general in Indian. It was a low, quavering voice; and he was not certain. He clutched his revolver, listening, poised82 for action. Nothing more was said beyond the lodge doorway83; but the doctor seemed gone a very long time. At last here he came, bearing the light.
“Is that you, doctor?” spoke the general, quickly. “Watch sharp, when you enter, and be ready for trouble. Cock your revolver. There’s an Indian in this place. I stepped on him, and I hear him.”
Through the doorway burst the doughty84 doctor, torch in one hand, cocked revolver in the other. After him pressed Ned, revolver thrust forward, eyes wide, heart thumping85, but resolved, he, to play the man.
The general was standing86 at the far side, his hunting-knife bared—for in the dark his revolver would have been of little use. And there, between him and the door, was the Indian—but perhaps not an Indian. It was a little girl, lying wrapped in buffalo robe, on the floor.
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Ned stared, his breath short. For a moment he expected that he had found his sister! Then a second look told him that this little girl was black haired and swarthy skinned, not at all touching87 the fairness of Mary. So he relaxed, disappointed.
“Aha!” quoth the general, “I see. We won’t hurt you, my girl. I guess she’s the more alarmed of the two. Where’s Guerrier? He ought to talk to her. Fetch Guerrier, Ned.”
Forth hustled88 Ned, and found Guerrier. When they came back, the doctor was bending over the little girl, and petting her, while she continued to roll her shy eyes, much alarmed, and would have hid her head in her robe.
“Deserted her, the cowardly ruffians,” denounced the general. “Ask her, Guerrier.”
Guerrier spoke to her in Cheyenne; she softly answered.
“Yes,” said Guerrier. “Left her. She half white. She sick, too.”
“I thought so,” murmured the doctor.
“Find Lieutenant Moylan, bugler,” ordered the general, quickly, to Ned. “Give him my compliments and tell him to call in the troop commanders and have the village thoroughly89 searched. Also tell him to dispatch a courier to General Hancock, informing him that the village is abandoned.”
Ned met Lieutenant Moylan just outside, and delivered the message. However, the search revealed[103] no other occupants save the dogs, and an aged79, crippled Sioux who had been unable to travel. In the moonlight or in the lodges was there no sign as to which direction the fugitives90 from the village had taken.
The courier reported back to General Custer that a detachment of infantry were being sent on, to occupy the village and hold it. Dr. Coates in the meantime had tenderly ministered to the needs of the sick little girl, and of the old man. There was nothing more for the Custer cavalry to do here. With a brief statement of facts to the commander of the infantry, marching in, leaving his troops to follow the general galloped91 away for the camp, Ned, orderly bugler, and Adjutant Moylan, following hard. But their horses were no match for Phil Sheridan; and, as usual, the general beat.
By the manner in which he rode, evidently he anticipated much work.
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rascal
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| 拍，打，掴( smack的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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