Burleigh's heavy face brightened visibly at her coming. He cared no more for music than does a cat, but eagerly followed her across the broad hall into the parlor when she suggested showing him the beautiful piano papa had given her; and old John, blessing her, lurched for the sofa, buried his hot head in a pillow, and was asleep in ten seconds. Major Burleigh was alone with the lovely daughter of the veteran trader. He was a man of the world; she an unsophisticated girl just out of school--so said Burleigh, albeit a most charming one; and he, who had monopolized her time the entire morning, bore down once more upon his prize. She had seated herself at the piano, and her long, taper fingers were rippling over the keys. She knew full well he did not care what she played, and as for herself she did not care just then to play at all. She was thinking of his insinuation at Marshall Dean's expense. She was still pondering over Mrs. Fletcher's stealthy scrutiny of the quartermaster's team. On these two accounts, and no other, he was possessed of certain interest in Elinor's dark-brown eyes, and they were studying him coolly, searchingly, as he drew a chair near the piano stool, and seated himself and met her look with a broad, encouraging smile. Trill and ripple, ripple and trill her white fingers raced over the keyboard. "I'm sure you know this waltz, major," she was saying. "They played it beautifully at the Point two summers ago." "I--ah, yes, it's a charming composition--charming, though I don't recall it's name just now." "This? why it's one of Godfrey's--'The Hilda,' don't you know? I'm sure you waltz, major." "I--ah, used to, yes. I was very fond of a waltz," answered Burleigh, whose best efforts in that line could result in nothing better than a waddle. "But of late years I--I--since my bereavement--have practically withdrawn from society." Then, with a languishing smile, he added, "I shall be tempted to re-enter the list now," and the major drew his chair nearer by full an inch, and prepared to be further "killing." "Jessie dances divinely," said Miss Folsom. "She simply floats round a room. You should see her waltz with her brother, Major Burleigh. They might be waltzing here this very minute if he were only home. What can have detained him, do you think?" "I wish I knew," said the quartermaster slowly. "It makes those who are--ah--his friends, you know, anxious in more ways than one, because there is--er--nothing to warrant delay--nothing to--excuse it. He should, in fact, have been at his post, where his troop is sorely needed, full four days ago," and Burleigh looked heavy with portent. "Is it not possible that he has found something along the lower Laramie--something where his troop is needed much more than here doing stable guard?"