When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois CountryParrish, Randall
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When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois Country
Parrish, Randall
Illinois -- Fiction
Apparently neither cared to express himself, after such an insinuation.
At last one, whose voice I recognized as that of Surgeon Van Voorhis,
gave utterance to his refusal.
"As the only medical officer of the garrison, I feel justified in
declining to go upon so desperate an expedition," he said gravely. "It
would expose not only my own life to unnecessary peril, but the lives
of many others as well."
"And what say you, Lieutenant Helm? Have you also personal scruples?"
I could detect a tremor in the younger officer's voice, as he answered
promptly.
"Captain Heald has before this seen me in time of danger," he said
quietly, "and can have no reason for ascribing cowardice to me. But
I will frankly say this, sir, and with all respect to my commanding
officer, I believe such conference as now proposed with the hostile
Indians yonder, at this late day, to be perfectly useless, and that
every hour's delay since the receipt of orders to evacuate the post has
only tended to increase our danger and lessen our hope of escape. I
feel now that our only chance of safety lies in defending this stockade
against attack until a rescue party from the East can reach us. I have
a young wife among the women of this garrison; to her I owe allegiance,
as well as to the flag I serve. Feeling as I do, Captain Heald, as a
soldier I will obey any command you give, and will go forth upon this
mission if ordered to do so, either in your company or alone; but I
cannot volunteer for such service. I believe it to be foolhardy, and
that whoever undertakes it goes forth to almost certain death."
"Then I shall go alone," said Heald, sternly; "nor do I look forward to
any such disastrous ending to so open a mission of peace."
"Wait," broke in Wells, impulsively. "I have a final suggestion to
make, if you are resolved to go. There rode in my party hither a
rattle-brained gallant, bearing a French commission, who ought to
prove sufficiently reckless to lend you his companionship. Faith! but
I think it may well suit the fellow. Be sides, if he wore his French
uniform it might have weight with the reds."
"Who is he?" asked Heald, doubtfully. "I seem not to have memory of
him."
"He calls himself Captain Villiers de Croix, and holds commission in
the Emperor's Guard."
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