is for Sergeant Hamlin to determine; he has just been scouting
through that country, and will act as guide."
The Sergeant stood for a moment motionless beside his horse studying
the vista of snow-draped hillside. The region beyond the crest of the
ridge unrolled before his memory.
"Then we will keep directly on up this valley, sir," he said at last.
"It's Wolf Creek, is it not? We shall be safer to keep out of sight
to-day, and this depression must lead toward the Canadian. May I
exchange mounts with one of those men going back, Major? I fear my
pony is about done."
"Certainly."
There was no opportunity for anything save a simple grasp of the hand,
ere Molly rode away with her escort. Then the little column of
troopers moved on, and Hamlin, glancing backward as he rode past, took
his place in advance beside Major Elliott.
CHAPTER XXXV
THE INDIAN TRAIL
The weather became colder as the day advanced. Scattered pellets of
snow in the air lashed the faces of the troopers, who rode steadily
forward, the capes of their overcoats thrown over their heads for
protection. The snow of the late storm lay in drifts along the banks
of the narrow stream, and the horses picked their passage higher up
where the wind had swept the brown earth clear, at the same time
keeping well below the crest. As they thus toiled slowly forward,
Hamlin related his story to the Major in detail, carefully concealing
all suspicion of McDonald's connection with the crime. It was growing
dusk when the company emerged into the valley of the Canadian. All
about them was desolation and silence, and as they were still miles
away from the position assigned for Black Kettle's encampment, the men
were permitted to build fires and prepare a warm meal under shelter of
the bluffs. Two hours later the main column arrived and also went into
camp. It was intensely cold but the men were cheerful as they ate
their supper of smoky and half-roasted buffalo meat, bacon, hard-tack,
and coffee.
In response to orders the Sergeant went down the line of tiny fires to
report in person to Custer. He found that commander ensconced in a
small tent, hastily erected in a little grove of cottonwoods, which
afforded a slight protection from the piercing wind. Before him on the
ground from which the snow had been swept lay a map of the region,
while all about, pressed tightly into the narrow quarters, were his
troop officers. As Hamlin was announced
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