[Bob Hampton of Placer by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookBob Hampton of Placer CHAPTER VIII 6/12
I got him through alive, but entirely gone in the head." "Run across many hostiles in that region ?" "They were thick this side the Rosebud; all bucks, and travelling north." "Sioux ?" "Mostly, sir, but I saw one band wearing Cheyenne war-bonnets." A puzzled look slowly crept into the strong face of the abrupt questioner, his stern, commanding eyes studying the man standing motionless before him, with freshly awakened interest.
The gaze of the other faltered, then came back courageously. "I recognize you now," Custer said, quietly.
"Am I to understand you are again in the service ?" "My presence here is purely accidental, General Custer.
The opportunity came to me to do this work, and I very gladly accepted the privilege." The commander hesitated, scarcely knowing what he might be justified in saying to this man. "It was a brave deed, well performed," he said at last, with soldierly cordiality, "although I can hardly offer you a fitting reward." The other stood bareheaded, his face showing pale under its sunburn, his hand trembling violently where it rested against his horse's mane. "There is little I desire," he replied, slowly, unable to altogether disguise the quiver in his voice, "and that is to be permitted to ride once more into action in the ranks of the Seventh." The true-hearted, impulsive, manly soldier fronting him reddened to the roots of his fair hair, his proud eyes instantly softening.
For a second Hampton even imagined he would extend his hand, but the other paused with one step forward, discipline proving stronger than impulse. "Spoken like a true soldier," he exclaimed, a new warmth in his voice. "You shall have your wish.
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