“Well, this is the way it happened. We did the escort
duty; then we came back and struck for the plain and put the Rangers
through a rousing drill—oh, for hours! Then we sent them
home under Brigadier-General Fanny Marsh; then the Lieutenant-General
and I went off on a gallop over the plains for about three hours, and
were lazying along home in the middle of the afternoon, when we met
Jimmy Slade, the drummer-boy, and he saluted and asked the Lieutenant-General
if she had heard the news, and she said no, and he said:
“‘Buffalo Bill has been ambushed and badly shot this
side of Clayton, and Thorndike the scout, too; Bill couldn’t travel,
but Thorndike could, and he brought the news, and Sergeant Wilkes and
six men of Company B are gone, two hours ago, hotfoot, to get Bill.
And they say—’
“‘Go!’ she shouts to me—and I went.”
“Fast?”
“Don’t ask foolish questions. It was an awful pace.
For four hours nothing happened, and not a word said, except that now
and then she said, ‘Keep it up, Boy, keep it up, sweetheart; we’ll
save him!’ I kept it up. Well, when the dark shut
down, in the rugged hills, that poor little chap had been tearing around
in the saddle all day, and I noticed by the slack knee-pressure that
she was tired and tottery, and I got dreadfully afraid; but every time
I tried to slow down and let her go to sleep, so I could stop, she hurried
me up again; and so, sure enough, at last over she went!
“Ah, that was a fix to be in I for she lay there and didn’t
stir, and what was I to do? I couldn’t leave her to fetch
help, on account of the wolves. There was nothing to do but stand
by. It was dreadful. I was afraid she was killed, poor little
thing! But she wasn’t. She came to, by-and-by, and
said, ‘Kiss me, Soldier,’ and those were blessed words.
I kissed her—often; I am used to that, and we like it. But
she didn’t get up, and I was worried. She fondled my nose
with her hand, and talked to me, and called me endearing names—which
is her way—but she caressed with the same hand all the time.
The other arm was broken, you see, but I didn’t know it, and she
didn’t mention it. She didn’t want to distress me,
you know.
“Soon the big gray wolves came, and hung around, and you could
hear them snarl, and snap at each other, but you couldn’t see
anything of them except their eyes, which shone in the dark like sparks
and stars. The Lieutenant-General said, ‘If I had the Rocky
Mountain Rangers here, we would make those creatures climb a tree.’
Then she made believe that the Rangers were in hearing, and put up her
bugle and blew the ‘assembly’; and then, ‘boots and
saddles’; then the ‘trot’; ‘gallop’; ‘charge!’
Then she blew the ‘retreat,’ and said, ‘That’s
for you, you rebels; the Rangers don’t ever retreat!’
“The music frightened them away, but they were hungry, and
kept coming back. And of course they got bolder and bolder, which
is their way. It went on for an hour, then the tired child went
to sleep, and it was pitiful to hear her moan and nestle, and I couldn’t
do anything for her. All the time I was laying for the wolves.
They are in my line; I have had experience. At last the boldest
one ventured within my lines, and I landed him among his friends with
some of his skull still on him, and they did the rest. In the
next hour I got a couple more, and they went the way of the first one,
down the throats of the detachment. That satisfied the survivors,
and they went away and left us in peace.
“We hadn’t any more adventures, though I kept awake all
night and was ready. From midnight on the child got very restless,
and out of her head, and moaned, and said, ‘Water, water—thirsty’;
and now and then, ‘Kiss me, Soldier’; and sometimes she
was in her fort and giving orders to her garrison; and once she was
in Spain, and thought her mother was with her. People say a horse
can’t cry; but they don’t know, because we cry inside.
“It was an hour after sunup that I heard the boys coming, and
recognized the hoof-beats of Pomp and Caesar and Jerry, old mates of
mine; and a welcomer sound there couldn’t ever be.
Buffalo Bill was in a horse-litter, with his leg broken by a bullet,
and Mongrel and Blake Haskins’s horse were doing the work.
Buffalo Bill and Thorndike had lolled both of those toughs.
“When they got to us, and Buffalo Bill saw the child lying
there so white, he said, ‘My God!’ and the sound of his
voice brought her to herself, and she gave a little cry of pleasure
and struggled to get up, but couldn’t, and the soldiers gathered
her up like the tenderest women, and their eyes were wet and they were
not ashamed, when they saw her arm dangling; and so were Buffalo Bill’s,
and when they laid her in his arms he said, ‘My darling, how does
this come?’ and she said, ‘We came to save you, but I was
tired, and couldn’t keep awake, and fell off and hurt myself,
and couldn’t get on again.’ ‘You came to save
me, you dear little rat? It was too lovely of you!’
‘Yes, and Soldier stood by me, which you know he would, and protected
me from the wolves; and if he got a chance he kicked the life out of
some of them—for you know he would, BB.’ The sergeant
said, ‘He laid out three of them, sir, and here’s the bones
to show for it.’ ‘He’s a grand horse,’
said BB; ‘he’s the grandest horse that ever was! and has
saved your life, Lieutenant-General Alison, and shall protect it the
rest of his life—he’s yours for a kiss!’ He
got it, along with a passion of delight, and he said, ‘You are
feeling better now, little Spaniard—do you think you could blow
the advance?’ She put up the bugle to do it, but he said
wait a minute first. Then he and the sergeant set her arm and
put it in splints, she wincing but not whimpering; then we took up the
march for home, and that’s the end of the tale; and I’m
her horse. Isn’t she a brick, Shekels?
“Brick? She’s more than a brick, more than a thousand
bricks—she’s a reptile!”
“It’s a compliment out of your heart, Shekels.
God bless you for it!”
