She's my own kin and I'll answer for
her to the general himself. As for you," she added, turning now and
glaring straight at the astounded Flint, all the pent-up sense of wrath,
indignity, shame and wrong overmastering any thought of prudence or of
"the divinity that doth hedge" the commanding officer, "As for you," she
cried, "I pity you when our own get back again! God help you, Stanley
Flint, the moment my husband sets eyes on you. D'you know the message
that came to him this day?" And now the words rang louder and clearer,
as she addressed the throng. "_I_ do, and so do officers and gentlemen
who'd be shamed to have to shake hands with such as he. He's got my
husband's note about him now, and what my husband wrote was this--'I
charge myself with every dollar you charge to Field, and with the
further obligation of thrashing you on sight'--and, mark you, he'll do
it!"
CHAPTER XX
THE SIOUX SURROUNDED
In the hush of the wintry night, under a leaden sky, with snowflakes
falling thick and fast and mantling the hills in fleecy white, Webb's
column had halted among the sturdy pines, the men exchanging muttered,
low-toned query and comment, the horses standing with bowed heads,
occasionally pawing the soft coverlet and sniffing curiously at this
filmy barrier to the bunch grass they sought in vain.
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