Wynkoop."
"You! Have those awful creatures gone?"
"Yes, yes; be calm, I beg you. There is no longer the slightest
danger. I am here to protect you with my life if need be."
"Oh, Howard--Mr. Wynkoop--it is all so strange, so bewildering; my
nerves are so shattered! But it has taught me a great, great lesson.
How could I have ever been so blind? I thought Mr. Moffat and Mr.
McNeil were such heroes, and yet now in this hour of desperate peril it
was you who flew gallantly to my rescue! It is you who are the true
Western knight!"
And Mr. Wynkoop gazed down into those grateful eyes, and modestly
confessed it true.
CHAPTER XVII
THE PARTING HOUR
To Lieutenant Brant these proved days of bitterness. His sole comfort
was the feeling that he had performed his duty; his sustaining hope,
that the increasing rumors of Indian atrocity might soon lead to his
despatch upon active service. He had called twice upon Hampton, both
times finding the wounded man propped up in bed, very affable, properly
grateful for services rendered, yet avoiding all reference to the one
disturbing element between them.
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