Campaigning with Crook, and Stories of Army LifeKing, Charles
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Campaigning with Crook, and Stories of Army Life
King, Charles
Crook, George, 1829-1890; Indians of North America -- Wars -- 1866-1895; United States. Army. Cavalry, 5th
Passing a favorite restaurant, where officers and ladies were wont to
rendezvous when in town, they caught sight of the missing ambulance.
"Weren't you ordered to be at headquarters for Lieutenant Riggs at
three o'clock?" demanded the judge-advocate of the driver.
"Yes, sir," replied that party, glancing in nervous embarrassment over
his shoulder at somebody in the depths of the vehicle, "but--"
A forage-capped head appeared from behind the curtain; the benign
features of Captain Breen slowly hove in sight, and a smile of greeting
spread thereover as his eyes met those of the staff-officers.
"Oh, ah! Good-afternoon, colonel. How de do, Captain Park. Why--yes,
there was something said about going for Riggs when we got through--when
the ladies finished shopping, you know. I was just reading the evening
paper. If you are ready, Riggs, I--I'll hurry them out now," said the
captain, startled into civility to the subaltern on seeing the
distinguished company in which he drove.
"Thanks; we won't trouble you. Hup there!" said Captain Park, dryly and
energetically, as once more the grays dashed off at rapid trot, and in
half an hour Mr. Riggs was landed in front of his quarters in the
garrison.
He said very little as he stepped from the light road-wagon, but he
grasped the extended hands of the two officers, and looked up in their
faces with mute eloquence. The post surgeon happened along at the
moment, and Riggs turned eagerly towards him.
"A little easier, if anything," said the doctor, in answer to the look
of anxious inquiry. "Better, I think, than she has been for the last two
days. Your telegram cheered her a good deal."
"Excuse me now, will you, gentlemen?" said the lieutenant to his late
conductors. "You understand my haste, and will forgive my inhospitality
in not asking you in. You--you don't know how I thank you." And with
that he was gone.
"Doctor, what seems the matter with Mrs. Riggs?" asked the
judge-advocate, impetuously.
"Heart-trouble mainly. Any great anxiety tells right there. She was a
very sick woman yesterday. Won't you stop at my quarters?"
"Thanks, no. We were just out for a drive, and must get back."
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