Several among them seemed to recognize Murphy, and crowded about his horse with rough expressions of sympathy.
Brant scarcely glanced at them, his grave eyes on Hampton's stern face.
"And what is it you wish me to do ?" "Take care of Murphy.

Don't let him remain alone for a minute.

If he has any return of reason, compel him to talk.

He knows you, and will be as greatly frightened at your presence and knowledge as at mine.
Besides, you have fully as much at stake as any one, for in no other way can the existing barrier between Naida and yourself be broken down." Insisting that now he felt perfectly fit for any service, the impatient Hampton was quickly supplied with the necessary food and clothing, while Murphy, grown violently abusive, was strapped on a litter between two mules, a guard on either side.

Brant rode with the civilian on a sharp trot as far as the head of the pack-train, endeavoring to the very last to persuade the wearied man to relinquish this work to another.
"Foster," he said to the sergeant in command of the advance, "did you chance to notice just what _coulee_ Custer turned into when his column swung to the right ?" "I think it must have been the second yonder, sir; where you see that bunch of trees.