"That," said Cairness, cheerfully, "is more like it. Go on." He called the first sergeant to his aid. Brewster was in the rear of the command, and, as had occurred with increasing frequency in the last two months, showed no desire to be of any more use than necessary. As for Cairness, who had been more of a lieutenant to Landor than the officer himself, he had left the command two days before and gone back to the San Carlos reservation.
Ellton stood by the door, with his hands in his pockets, and a countenance that tried hard to maintain the severity of discipline. But he was plainly enjoying it.
In the spring of '61, when the handful of frontier troops was pressed with enemies red and brown and white, the cavalry was not well mounted. "I ain't put it in yet," he stammered feebly.
She leaned back in her chair, tapping her foot upon the floor. It was the only sign of excitement, but the look of her face was not good.
It occurred to her now for the first time that there was danger for herself, so far in front, so entirely alone. The chances for passing the mesquites were not very good. If the men were already there, and that might be counted upon, they would not let her pass if they could help it. It occasioned her but one fear—that she[Pg 328] could not stop her husband. If she were to turn from the road out into the open, she would lose time, even if the horse did not fall, and time was not to be lost.