"
She made no response. He had told her so little, that it left her
blindly groping, yet fearful to ask for more. She stood gazing
thoughtfully past him.
"Have you heard anything lately, Bob, about the Seventh?" she asked,
finally. "Since--since N Troop left here?"
He answered with well-simulated carelessness. "No; but it is most
likely they are well into the game by this time. It's bound to prove a
hard campaign, to judge from all visible indications, and the trouble
has been hatching long enough to get all the hostiles into a bunch. I
know most of them, and they are a bad lot of savages. Crook's column,
I have just heard, was overwhelmingly attacked on the Rosebud, and
forced to fall back. That leaves the Seventh to take the brunt of it,
and there is going to be hell up north presently, or I 've forgotten
all I ever knew about Indians. Sitting Bull is the arch-devil for a
plot, and he has found able assistants to lead the fighting. I only
wish it were my luck to be in it. But come, little girl, as I said, I
'm quite likely to be off before night, provided I am fortunate enough
to strike a fresh trail.
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