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It was the very thing Plume had urged by telegraph, yet the very fact

that Colonel Byrne was here went to prove that the chief was far from

satisfied that the major's diagnosis was the right one. With soldierly

alacrity, however, Plume sprang forward to welcome the coming

dignitary, giving his hand to assist him from the dark interior into

the light. Then he drew back in some chagrin. The voice of Colonel

Byrne was heard, jovial and reassuring, but the face and form first to

appear were those of Mr. Wayne Daly, the new Indian agent at the

Apache reservation. Coming by the winding way of Cherry Creek, the

colonel must have found means to wire ahead, then to pick up this

civil functionary some distance up the valley, and to have some

conference with him before ever reaching the major's bailiwick. This

was not good, said Plume. All the same, he led them into his cozy army

parlor, bade his Chinese servant get abundant supper forthwith, and,

while the two were shown to the spare room to remove the dust of miles

of travel, once more returned to the front piazza and his adjutant.

"Captain Wren, sir," said the young officer at once, "begs to be

allowed to see Colonel Byrne this evening. He states that his reasons

are urgent."

"Captain Wren shall have every opportunity to see Colonel Byrne in due

season," was the answer. "It is not to be expected that Colonel Byrne

will see him until after he has seen the post commander. Then it will

probably be too late," and that austere reply, intended to reach the

ears of the applicant, steeled the Scotchman's heart against his

commander and made him merciless.

The "conference of the powers" was indeed protracted until long after

10.30, yet, to Plume's surprise, the colonel at its close said he

believed he would go, if Plume had no objection, and see Wren in

person and at once. "You see, Plume, the general thinks highly of the

old Scot. He has known him ever since First Bull Run and, in fact, I

am instructed to hear what Wren may have to say. I hope you will not

misinterpret the motive."

"Oh, not at all--not at all!" answered the major, obviously ill

pleased, however, and already nettled that, against all precedent,

certain of the Apache prisoners had been ordered turned out as late as

10 P. M. for interview with the agent. It would leave him alone, too,

for as much as half an hour, and the very air seemed surcharged with

intrigue against the might, majesty, power, and dominion of the post

commander. Byrne, a soldier of the old school, might do his best to

convince the major that in no wise was the confidence of the general

commanding abated, but every symptom spoke of something to the

contrary. "I should like, too, to see Dr. Graham to-night," said the

official inquisitor ere he quitted the piazza to go to Wren's next

door. "He will be here to meet you on your return," said Plume, with

just a bit of stateliness, of ruffled dignity in manner, and turned

once more within the hallway to summon his smiling Chinaman.