The Quest of the Four: A Story of the Comanches and Buena VistaAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Quest of the Four: A Story of the Comanches and Buena Vista
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Comanche Indians -- Fiction; Western stories
Others in the camp slept, also, some in the wagons and some on the
ground, with saddles for pillows. Those whose duty it was to watch paid
no attention to them, but beat up the brush incessantly, and kept up
their endless circles on the plains. The somber clouds that had
obscured the morning floated away, driven back by a late afternoon sun
of uncommon splendor. The gray-green plains turned to a brilliant red
and gold; the willows, cottonwoods, and oaks seemed sheathed in gold,
every bough and twig; the muddy river took on rich gleaming tints, and
then suddenly the sun was gone, leaving all in darkness, save for the
smoldering fires.
Phil slept soundly hour after hour. He was so exhausted physically and
mentally that the relaxation was complete. No dream good or bad came to
trouble him, and Breakstone, who observed his peaceful face, said to
Middleton:
"Talk about knitting up the raveled sleeve of care. That boy is knitting
up both sleeves at the same time, and he is knitting them fast."
"He is a good lad," said Middleton, "and a brave one, too. It was his
first battle, but he certainly bore himself well. Now I wonder what
search is bringing him out here into the wilderness."
"And I guess he, too, often wonders the same about us."
"Just as I have wondered it about you, and as you have wondered it about
me."
"But we find it best--every one of us--to keep our search to ourselves
for the present."
"It is surely best."
The two men looked at each other rather significantly, and then talked
of other things.
Phil was awakened at midnight to take his turn at the watch. The night,
as it is so often on the plains of Texas, even in summer, was cold, and
he shivered a little when he drew himself out of his warm blankets. The
fires were nearly out, leaving only a few coals that did not warm, and
few figures were moving except outside the circle. His body told Phil
that he would much rather sleep on, but his mind told him with greater
force that he must go ahead and do his duty with a willing heart, a
steady hand, and a quick eye. So he shook himself thoroughly, and was
ready for action. His orders were to go in the timber a little to the
northward and watch for snipers. Three others were going with him, but
they were to separate and take regular beats.
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