Part 31 (2/2)
There was a moment of intense silence, a look as of awe on many a face, then came the question from one who knew not Devers:
”Killed himself?”
”No! Worse than that,--resigned under fire, and got it accepted.”
Later that day there were shown to certain officers some sc.r.a.ps and letters that had been left in the wastebasket in Devers's room; among them was a telegraphic despatch from b.u.t.te, Sunday, repeated from Scott on Monday, apparently after Leonard left. It was to this effect:
”Haney split. Secure box. McGrath found. Send hundred at once.”
And while detectives hastened b.u.t.teward in quest of its signer, Howard, only malediction followed its recipient, now speeding eastward fast as steam could carry him.
”By heaven!” said Leonard, in strange, unnatural excitement, ”the Eleventh have said all along that Devers could never be cornered, and I believe they're right.”
But on the following morning the adjutant's black eyes glowed with even greater wrath and amaze. They had gone to the station,--several of the officers,--to meet the in-coming train on which certain of the witnesses were expected, and there another despatch was handed, this time to Leonard himself. He tore it open, read it, and then, handing it without a word to Truman, turned bitterly away.
And Truman, wondering, read, looked dazed an instant, then--understood.
”Gone--with Willett--last night.”
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
All manner of men were gathered at the station of the Union Pacific in Omaha that August morning. Some of the members of the court, thus unexpectedly absolved from a disagreeable duty, had obtained brief leave of absence and were going to spend a few days in the East before returning to their commands. They were there to take the train. Others had come to see them off; others, like Truman and Leonard, to welcome the coming witnesses. Far up into the fastnesses of the Big Horn had gone the couriers from the frontier forts, bearing brief orders that had come by telegraph, and even Winthrop's command, having an almost idyllic time of it hunting and fis.h.i.+ng in the mountains, was required to yield up some of its officers and men at the beck of the law. A long ride had these fellows to Fetterman and thence over the Medicine Bow to Rock Springs. Davies was of this party, but Cranston and Corporal Brannan had a ride still longer. The bulk of the army of witnesses, oddly enough, was marshalled by Lieutenant Archer at the field hospital at p.a.w.nee, and this distinguished young staff officer was coming ”with blood in his eye,” as wrathful a man as lived and swore in army blue that long, eventful summer. To think that he who so prided himself on plainscraft should have been so utterly hoodwinked by Captain Differs, of all men, was worse to him than gall and wormwood, but he came now fairly snapping with righteous indignation, fresh from another study of the famous field over which he rode with the last man to part with Lieutenant Davies the night of the tragedy of Antelope Springs,--Devers's long-missing sergeant, McGrath.
Separated from his young officer in the gathering darkness by the eagerly searching Indians, detected by them and shot through the leg, he had taken refuge in a ravine until dawn, and then the cries of the coyotes had attracted him to the scene of the ma.s.sacre, and the sight of his mutilated comrades had unmanned him utterly. Feeling sure the Indians were still in the neighborhood, he had determined that if seen he would adopt the plan told him by an old scout long months before,--that of feigning insanity and boldly seeking their company.
Indians regard the insane as specially guarded by the Great Spirit and look upon them with superst.i.tious fear, but McGrath little dreamed how narrow would become the border between the real and the feigned. Fleeing in dismay from the sight of his slaughtered comrades, he had followed the ravine to the timbered valley, lurked there two days and nights in constant fear and nervous dread and suffering, and finally swooned from exhaustion. When he waked with sudden, awful start, two Indian faces were bending over him. Then he had fallen into the hands of the foe at last.
But he was in better luck than he had dared to dream. They were of a peaceful band, wanderers from the fold of Red Cloud who had sought the lower valley for peace and protection. They had a hunting lodge and led him thither, and their squaws gave him food and ministered to him as best they knew how in the mad fever that followed. McGrath never realized how long he was ill, but when he came to himself it was bitter cold and he was living somehow among these strange people,--a small village of them in the heart of the Bad Lands. Not for months did he recover strength. Not until May did he try to ride or walk beyond the limits of their camp. They were poor; they had no spare ponies, and they made him understand he was many, many ”sleeps” from his friends with hordes of marauding hostiles intervening, and so induced him to remain with them in hiding until the rebellious tribes were driven from the reservations and Red Dog himself fled to their fastness. Then again had McGrath to remain in hiding, secreted by his humble friends, and there he lay when Winthrop's bugles sounded the charge and his own old troop came das.h.i.+ng in. He was so worn, ragged, and changed that he had difficulty in making even ”A” Troop know him, but, once they did, their joy was boundless, for McGrath was a popular man, and the meeting between him and Davies was something long to be remembered, for each believed the other dead. Then, as the wounded were led back to the Ska and he recovered strength and was happy in seeing his Indian protectors lavishly fed, clothed, and rewarded, he began to talk of the events of the campaign of the previous summer and to inquire why the captain was away now; and then Hastings and Archer took him in hand, and later poor stricken Haney, conscious of the approaching end, begged to see him, and then came Haney's broken confession. No wonder Hastings and Archer were confident they had Differs ”done for” now.
These, the wounded and convalescent, were still at p.a.w.nee hospital awaiting telegraphic summons from the judge-advocate, but Archer was already on the ground, and Cranston and Davies and others, reunited, presumably, the previous morning at Rock Springs Station, were due at Omaha by this very train for which all hands were waiting. So was another princ.i.p.al witness, who, however, might decline to testify because of the danger of self-incrimination. The detectives sent to b.u.t.te the previous day went too late. Langston's trailers were ahead of them, and deserter Howard, in irons, was being forwarded under charge of a corporal of infantry from Ransom, arrested two days before in a restaurant at b.u.t.te.
”Verily,” said Truman, ”there is quite a batch of interesting evidence trundling over the Union Pacific to-day,” and this was before he had read that significant despatch from Scott.
But when he read and had pondered over it a moment, the captain suddenly left the company of his fellows and strode away after Leonard, now gloomily pacing the platform a dozen yards away.
”Man alive!” said he, ”if they left last night what could they do but take this train?”
Leonard nodded, darkly. Then again, after a moment's silence, Truman spoke.
”Could he have been so mad, do you think, as not to have thought of that,--of some one being on that train?”
”No one at the fort knew. How was he to suspect when up to yesterday we all supposed Davies would come down the Yellowstone.”
Truman shuddered. ”She ought to be in now,” said he. ”Just think of the tragedy there may have been.”
The train was late,--half an hour late, said the official at the train-despatcher's office. No, there hadn't been any accident or excitement up the road that he'd heard of. He really didn't know what caused it. Did she reach and leave Braska on time? Yes, the delay occurred this morning somewhere,--began after leaving Kearney.
Then there had been no excitement, no tragedy farther up the road. There was comfort in that, said Truman. But there had been a sensation at old Fort Scott, such as these counsellors little dreamed of.
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