Dakota Indians -- Wars, 1876 -- Fiction; Little Bighorn, Battle of the, Mont., 1876 -- Fiction; Western stories
The officer hesitated, feeling more doubtful than ever regarding his
own position. Chagrined, disarmed, he felt like a prisoner standing
bound before his mocking captor. "Then I fear my mission here is
useless."
"Entirely so, if you come for the purpose I suspect," said Hampton,
sitting erect in his chair, and speaking with more rapid utterance.
"To lecture me on morality, and demand my yielding up all influence
over this girl,--such a mission is assured of failure. I have listened
with some degree of calmness in this room already to one such address,
and surrendered to its reasoning. But permit me to say quite plainly,
Lieutenant Brant, that you are not the person from whom I will quietly
listen to another."
"I had very little expectation that you would."
"You should have had still less, and remained away entirely. However,
now that you are here, and the subject broached, it becomes my turn to
say something, and to say it clearly. It seems to me you would exhibit
far better taste and discrimination if from now on you would cease
forcing your attentions upon Miss Gillis."
Brant leaped to his feet, but the other never deigned to alter his
position.
"Forcing my attentions!" exclaimed the officer. "God's mercy, man! do
you realize what you are saying? I have forced no attentions upon Miss
Gillis."
"My reference was rather to future possibilities. Young blood is
proverbially hot, and I thought it wise to warn you in time."
Brant stared into that imperturbable face, and somehow the very sight
of its calm, inflexible resolve served to clear his own brain. He felt
that this cool, self-controlled man was speaking with authority.
"Wait just a moment," he said, at last. "I wish this made perfectly
clear, and for all time. I met Miss Gillis first through pure
accident. She impressed me strongly then, and I confess I have since
grown more deeply interested in her personality. I have reasons to
suppose my presence not altogether distasteful to her, and she has
certainly shown that she reposed confidence in me. Not until late last
night did I even suspect she was the same girl whom we picked up with
you out on the desert. It came to me from her own lips and was a total
surprise. She revealed her identity in order to justify her proposed
clandestine meeting with you."
"And hence you requested this pleasant conference," broke in Hampton,
coolly, "to inform me, from your calm eminence of respectability, that
I was no fit companion for such a young and innocent person, and to
warn me that you were prepared to act as her protector."
Brant slightly inclined his head.
"I may have had something of that nature in my mind."
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