"Hwat! hwat!" thundered Feeny. "D'ye mean there _were_ women,--that it wasn't a plant?" "Fack." "Hware's your despatches, you drunken lout? How dare you dhrink when there was fight ahead? Hware's your despatches? and may heaven blast the souls of you both!" "Here, sergeant," said Murphy, wrenching the soiled envelope from the loose grasp of the prostrate trooper. "It's to you, sir," said Feeny, with one glance at the sprawling superscription. "In God's name read and let us know what devil's work's abroad to-night." Even Plummer's pudgy fingers trembled as he tore open the dingy packet. Old Moreno came forth with a light, his white teeth gleaming, his black eyes flashing from one to another of the group. Holding the pencilled page close to the lantern, the paymaster read aloud,-- "Camp burned. One man killed; others scattered; mules and buck-board gone. For God's sake help in the pursuit. Strike for Raton Pass. The Indians have run away my poor sisters. "EDWARD HARVEY." The major dropped the paper, fairly stunned with dismay. Feeny sprang forward, picked it up, and eagerly scrutinized the page. Mullan, standing unsteadily at the head of his wearied and dejected horse, was looking on with glassy eyes, his lips vainly striving to frame further particulars. Leaving their supper unfinished, the other men of the little squad had come tumbling out into the summer night. No one paid other heed to the trooper sprawling in the sand. Already in deep, drunken slumber, he was breathing stertorously. Feeny's eyes seemed fastened to the letter. Line by line, word by word, again and again he spelled it through. Suddenly he leaped forward and clutched Mullan at the throat, shaking him violently. "Answer now. Hware'd you get your liquor? Didn't this fellow give it to you?" "On my honor--no, sarsh'nt, 'pon my 'on--" "Oh, to hell with your honor and you with it! Hware'd you get it if it wasn't from him? Shure you've not been near Ceralvo's?" "No, sarsh'nt, no Ceralvo's. We met couple gen'l'men--perfec' gen'l'men, ranchers; they were going after the Indians. They gave us jus' o-one drink--'piece. Jus' five minutes--go."