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ear ye ee ee A Ouiet NIOBE eee the staked horses, the occasional turning of a slumbering soldier, a groan of pain from the hospital, or the muf- fled tread of a sentry pacing his round of duty. Major Dallas had taken possession of the telegraph of- fice for his headquarters, and here he held a long and ' secret consultation with his officers. The latter finally de- parted to seek their blankets and sleeping quarters, but = there was no rest for-the major. He started out on a round of the corral, and then wandered to and fro among - - his men. Linn was dozing by one of the fires of Troop A, his _ blanket wrapped partly around him, and his rifle clutched in one hand. A tap on the shoulder roused him and brought him to his feet. He looked up to meet his com- — mander’s kindly glance. . “Have you slept long?” asked the major. os Sy think I have, sir,’ replied Linn. “I feel much re- - freshed. Is anything wrong?” “No; all is well. I had my eye on you this evening, ‘Osborne, and I am pleased with your conduct. I am go- ing to give you some new duties for the present—while we remain at the agency. I want you to act as my clerk. I have sprained two fingers of my right hand and can’t easily write.” “T am at your service, sir,” said Linn, as he followed ~ the major to the telegraph office. He sat down at a table, with pencil, paper and a lighted lamp before him, and for _ two hours he wrote steadily and rapidly as Major Dallas _ dictated several long dispatches. Then, with well-earned - commendation, he returned to his post at the fire. 7 Pe " : Powis ee, yay Re eS en eee mens! oo at “ eee : eis \s Fie “ se, yt VA Ps i ‘ “Soe Ge Shed e¥: > i A AO OA Met oe Med TUE EF Ie Mh ede on te Steal pe IW a4 # &? : cad , “ ” = 7 -. ;