Produced by Suzanne Shell, David E. Brown and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) TRUMPETER FRED [Illustration: CAPT. CHARLES KING, U. S. A.] TRUMPETER FRED _A STORY OF THE PLAINS_ BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U. S. A. AUTHOR OF "FORT FRAYNE," "AN ARMY WIFE," ETC. _ILLUSTRATED_ F. TENNYSON NEELY PUBLISHER NEW YORK CHICAGO 1896 Copyright, 1896, BY F. TENNYSON NEELY CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. A DANGEROUS MISSION, 17 II. THE OATH OF ENLISTMENT, 26 III. A ROBBER IN CAMP, 40 IV. SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES, 47 V. TRAILING THE TRAITOR, 56 VI. CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE, 67 VII. TELEGRAPHIC DISPATCHES, 75 VIII. LOYAL FRIENDS, 87 IX. LURKING FOES, 101 X. IN SUSPENSE, 113 XI. HEMMED IN BY SAVAGE FOES, 124 XII. MYSTERIOUS HOOF-PRINTS, 135 XIII. AWAY TO THE RESCUE! 148 XIV. INNOCENT OR GUILTY, 164 XV. COURT-MARTIAL, 179 XVI. PRISON AND PROMOTION, 188 [Illustration: TRUMPETER FRED.] TRUMPETER FRED. CHAPTER I. A DANGEROUS MISSION. There were only thirty in all that night when the troop reached the Niobrara and unsaddled along the grassy banks. Rather slim numbers for the duty to be performed, and with the captain away, too. Not that the men had lack of confidence in Lieutenant Blunt, but it was practically his first summer at Indian campaigning, and, however well a young soldier may have studied strategy and grand tactics at West Point, it is something very different that is needed in fighting these wild warriors of our prairies and mountains. Blunt was brave and spirited, they all knew that; but in point of experience even Trumpeter Fred was his superior. All along the dusty trail, for an hour before they reached the ford, the tracks of the Indian ponies had been thickly scattered. A war party of at least fifty had evidently gone trotting down stream not six hours before the soldiers rode in to water their tired and thirsty steeds. No comrades were known to be nearer at hand than the garrison at Fort Laramie, fifty long miles away, or those guarding the post of Fort Robinson, right in the heart of the Indian country, and in the very midst of the treacherous tribes along White River. And yet, under its second lieutenant and with only twenty-nine "rank and file," here was "B" Troop ordered to bivouac at the Niobrara crossing, and despite the fact that all the country was alive with war parties of the Sioux, to wait there for further orders.