Brant knew Gillis, and remembered you, and realizing your
unpleasant situation, thought such an arrangement would be for your
benefit."
"Brant!" she burst forth in renewed anger; "he did, did he! The
putty-faced dandy! I used to see him at Bethune, and you can bet he
never bothered his head about me then. No, and he didn't even know me
out yonder, until after the sergeant spoke up. What business has that
fellow got planning what I shall do?"
Hampton made no attempt to answer. It was better to let her
indignation die out naturally, and so he asked a question. "What is
this Brant doing at Bethune? There is no cavalry stationed there."
She glanced up quickly, interested by the sudden change in his voice.
"I heard dad say he was kept there on some special detail. His
regiment is stationed at Fort Lincoln, somewhere farther north. He
used to come down and talk with dad evenings, because daddy saw service
in the Seventh when it was first organized after the war."
"Did you--did you ever hear either of them say anything about Major
Alfred Brant? He must have been this lad's father."
"No, I never heard much they said.
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