"Made you a cat's paw; led you even to taking her by
night to see him when she learned the band were to jump for the
mountains--used you, by God, as he used _her_, and, like the Indian she
is, she'd turn and stab you now, if you stood in her way or his. Why,
Field, that brute's her lover, and she's his--"
"It's a lie! You shall not say it, sir!" cried Field, beside himself
with wrath and amaze, as he stood quivering from head to foot, still
weak from wounds, fever and distress of mind. But Ray sprang to his
side. "Hush, Blake! Hush, Field! Don't speak. What is it, Hogan?" And
sharply he turned him to the door, never dreaming what had caused the
interruption.
"The general, sir, to see the captain!"
And there, in the hallway, throwing off his heavy overcoat and
"arctics," there, with that ever faithful aide in close attendance, was
the chief they loved; dropped in, all unsuspecting, just to say
good-bye. "I knocked twice," began Hogan, but Ray brushed him aside,
for, catching sight of the captain's face, the general was already at
the door. Another moment and he had discovered Field, and with both
hands extended, all kindliness and sympathy, he stepped at once across
the room to greet him.
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