Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 50 of 100
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52 oo BLACKEYES. and as the inhabitants of New Mexico were. believed to be peaceable and well-inclined, His journey, therefore, partook. of the nature of a pleasure-trip, and he lengthened it out some- what, in, accordance with the old army. cnnstruction . of .the words “as soon as possible.” _ Captain, Sardis, who was on fur- lough, and who had started with the expedition as a volunteer, accompanied the major on his return, having temporary liberty to dispose of his time as he saw fit. The party consisted, therefore, of Major Buttress, his daughter and two seryants-—-each, of whom hada led horse--and Cap- tain Sardis and his servant. On a pleasant afternoon they were riding down the valley, not far. from. the bank of the river, nearly a hundred. miles above Santa Fe. The major and Captain Sardis were in the advance, while i#anny loitered near the. servants, or galloped over the plain. at her own will. She was. watched, however, by the careful eyes of her father and her would-be husband, although they were closely engaged in conversation. : “Tt can’t be denied, captain,” said Major Buttress, “ that we have done very well thus far, and that we have had: a pleasant journey. Iam really glad that we were ordered back. Fron- tier posts are any thing but comfortable positions.” “JT am well pleased, also,” replied the captain, “ for it was very disagreeable to travel over those mountains and plains. Your daughter appears to suffer no fatigue from the jour- ney.” | “She is the child of.an old soldier, you know, and is a good campaigner herself. J am afraid, however, that she is not in good health, for she has not seemed as lively and spirited as usual, since we started to return,” , “Perhaps she misses young Bent.” “Do you think it possible? If she does, she will hie to get over it, for it is not likely that she will see him again very soon. I flatter myself that I got rid of the boy very neatly.” “ You did, sir; but will you not meet him again at ‘Banta Fe? He is only nominally under arrest, I suppose, and I must confess that I do not see how you can substantiate any charges against him.” “T don’t expect to. . I shall. prefer charges, as a mattergf comicbooks.conn aw