Trooper Tales — page 255: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Soldier and a Man. 239 can would have done. And Eulalie, in the greatness of her joy, smiled; but it was so dark that the cavalryman did not see what caused him to turn his eyes away so quickly as he rode with the main guard detail that first day. Manrique, the ox-driver, skulked in the darkness and brooded, and Mad Marie was noisy up by the quarters. After taps sounded, Trooper Arden was alone with his black coffee, his cigarettes—and his thoughts. It was late that night before Manrique shuffled into his shack on the Manati trail, and the next day his steers suffered. In the evenings which followed, Palto, the unkillable, welcomed his master and the maiden down at the stables ; and often in dark places the soldier saw a native follow- ing him strangely. The face of the native was sinister, even when he saluted abjectly, but Arden did not care to understand. One day when he was doing a guard in the poverty dis- trict, Eulalie watched him shyly frcm the door-way of her shack.. A group of senoritas strolling up and down in the sunshine paused to remind Eulalie that her family was nameless. The trooper pacing his post understood the Spanish words which were repeated by the senoritas, and he caught the significance of the manner in which they were uttered. One of the red maidens showed her teeth, and then pointed to the face of Eulalie, after which all the red maidens laughed loudly. Eulalie grew gray with shame and fled from sight. The trooper understood EComMmicdooks: co